Unfiltered with Josh Cohen

Interviewing J. Randy Taraborelli by Josh Cohen Around this time last year, I was Facebook friends with the man who I would eventually introduce to the audience as "someone of considerable significance". That man is J. Randy Taraborelli. We had a mutual friend in David Gunther whom I knew from my boxing days at West Side boxing in Eden Prairie. Mr. Taraborelli knew him from his Brazilian Jujitsu classes out in California. I had watched Taraborelli ad infinitum it seems growing up. After all, he was one of Michael Jackson's good friends through several decades and his official biographer. I was a fan of the King Of Pop's in the truest sense of the word. I was a fanatic . At my brother's wedding in 2012, I did a solo dance when "Billie Jean" came on. Yes, I moon-walked. Yes, it was damned good. Taraborelli was my go-to on everything Michael during my childhood. Through Michael, I became a fan of Taraborelli. So when he accepted my Facebook req

Movie Review: It (2017) I must confess that I didn’t have particularly high-minded ambitions for this film as I had been (and still am) an avid watcher of the iconic 1990 mini-series with a stellar performance by the great Tim Curry as the demonic clown, Pennywise. Embarrassingly, this deeply disturbing interpretation of Stephen King’s novel character is one whose face often intruded in my nightmares growing up. It seems that this 2017 redux helmed by the up-and coming Bill Skarsgard as Pennywise could eclipse the seemingly insurmountable effort of 1990. The film starts with the familiar yet wonderfully revivified scene of little Georgie Denbrough (played by Jackson Robert Scott) chasing his paper boat down the street of an indiscriminate suburban town (my fellow “It” enthusiasts invariably know this town to be Derry, Maine) which articulation of the street circumnavigates into the sewer. It is here where the only somewhat dormant nightmares of my youth burst throug