Donald Trump rallied the faithful with a rousing acceptance speech at Thursday night’s Republican National Convention. But we could have watched the speech with the sound off and been mesmerized by Mr. Mar-A-Lago‘s endless collection of facial expressions, tics and body language.
Our favorites (all photos from the Associated Press and Getty Images):
THE FRENCH KISS (a k a The Air Kiss): No Al and Tipper Gore liplock plagiarism between The Donald and Melania after the speech last night. Campaign Rule No. 1: Don’t muss the makeup.
THE PULL-DOWN: Throughout the speech, Trump would give his suit a quick downward adjustment and stand in a pre-emptive “Hail to The Chief” posture.
THE POINTER: Trump’s fascination with his fingers has been well-documented. Need we say more?
THE THUMBS-UP: See The Pointer above.
THE GREAT PROFILE (with The Thumbs Up): A two-fer. Throughout the speech he would turn in profile and admire the crowd as it admired him.
THE THIS-IS-YUGE!: Or the “Can You Believe It? I’m Gonna Be The President!”
Speaking to NBC’s Savannah Guthrie this morning, Trump’s oldest daughter said, “I’ve never spoken in a stadium like this, but really I just want to make sure I do a great job for him. So it’s a real honor and a privilege that he asked me to do this, and I think it’s a testament to him as a parent.”
Ivanka, 34, daughter of Trump’s first wife, Ivana, also said, “I’m really comfortable with my speech because it comes from my heart.”
“I love Melania so much and I am so proud of the job that she did,” Ivanka said. “She’s a very private person and for her to come out on that stage and speak from the heart and share her story about coming to this country.
“This is such a personal experience for her and she shared it in such a graceful and articulate way, so I am enormously impressed with her ability to do that and have great respect for it.”
During the campaign, Ivanka has often been the Trump family spokesperson since Melania prefers to remain in the background with her son, Baron.
Donald Trump Jr. is scheduled to speak tonight at the Republican National Convention.
Here is what reporter Barbara Marshall wrote about Donald Jr. and his brother Eric:
Donald Trump Jr. and his brother, Eric, could have been a pair of Poor Little Richie Riches, sledding through the high life on their last name, trailing bad behavior like spilled Cristal.
That the two eldest Trump sons, Don Jr., 38, and Eric, 32, appear to be hard-working executive vice presidents in their father’s companies instead of louche trust fund babies may have more to do with the influence of their mother,Ivana, and her Czechoslovakian parents than their father, according to a recent story in The Washington Post.
Melania Trump will try to repair her husband’s basement-dwelling ratings with women tonight while also talking about her own immigrant experience, say RNC organizers.
As tonight’s convention headliner, Melania will likely try to bolster her husband’s claims that women love him despite polls that show Hillary Clinton has the lead among women voters 52 to 37 percent.
As she has in the past, Melania is likely to emphasize that when she immigrated from Slovakia in 1996 to future her modeling career, she played by the rules before becoming an American citizen in 2006.
A few members of the mostly teenage Australian band 5 Seconds of Summerwas spotted in Delray Beach today. Doing what? Well, getting their driver’s license at the Palm Beach County Tax Collector’s office, of course! According to tweet, Bassist Calum Hood and guitarist Michael Clifford passed the test on the first try!
For 40 years, Weird Al Yankovic has been building an audience across all ages and demographics with a smooth move from parody music videos on MTV to the more modern platform of YouTube.
From food-related puns to his encyclopedic knowledge of nerd lore (“Star Trek,” “Star Wars,” etc.), Weird Al is as relevant today as he ever was.
His latest album, “Mandatory Fun,” was Al’s first to reach the top of the Billboard charts. In support of that, the long-locked artist visits the Kravis Center this weekend and if you aren’t there, you can just “eat it.”
If you go: Weird Al Yankovic, “The Mandatory Tour:” Saturday at 8 p.m. Tickets start at $22. Raymond F. Kravis Center for the Performing Arts, 701 Okeechobee Blvd., West Palm Beach. Info: 561-832-7469.
That would be 1997 alum Oscar Isaac, who plays the villain in the new “X-Men: Apocalypse,” which opens Friday.
Isaac is becoming one of Hollywood’s big names. He played Poe Dameron in “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” (and he’s signed up for the sequels, too), as well as showing off his acting chops in films such as the Coen Bros. “Inside Llewyn Davis” and Alex Garland’s sci-fi tale, “Ex Machina.”
In the article, he doesn’t talk much about how he came to attend the school in suburban Lantana. He lived in Miami until his parents divorced and Hurricane Andrew destroyed their house, forcing him to move up here for his senior year.
But he does give one clue to what he was doing during his high school days:
Playing in a ska band, or as Rolling Stone’s Brian Hiatt puts it, “a promising, if already deeply out-of-fashion, Florida ska-punk band.” That musical background helped him play the ’60s folk singer in the Coen Bros. movie.
Other tidbits about his Florida upbringing from the article:
*He was “straight-edge” in high school, staying away from drugs and alcohol.
*His role as the bad, blue mutant Apocalypse was not a stretch: In his Florida school days, he was a collector of ‘X-Men’ comics and with a friend took part in a Marvel role-playing game.
*Isaac, whose real last name is Hernandez, is Guatemalan-born, with a Cuban father. But he didn’t want to be defined by his ethnicity, he told the magazine: “They define you — ‘Latino actor, we’ll just bring him in for Spanish commercials.’ I’m interested in telling stories about the human experience that are not necessarily just about my personal circumstances.”
Leading up to Wednesday’s charity polo match in Wellington, the Prince of England and the Prince of Polo engaged in a week of texting banter about whose team would take home the trophy from the Prince’s Sentabale Royal Salute Polo Cup, said Nacho Figueras, Argentinean polo god and Ralph Lauren model.
Figueras, a Sentabale Ambassador for the Prince’s African children’s charity, paused to speak to the media before the match, which was held May 4 under rain-swollen skies on a sodden private polo field south of Lake Worth Rd.
“He’s really fun,” said Figueras of his royal pal. “We’ve been joking about who’s going to win. He’s really fun to be around.”
Nacho, who has four children, said he strongly supports Sentabale’s mission of helping children living with HIV and AIDS. He and Prince Harry, who’s on the cover of new People talking about how his life mission is to “make my mother incredibly proud,” visited the the charity’s operation together in the southern African country of Lesotho.
“It’s important to get over the stigma of HIV,” Figueras, 39, said, “and to get behind these kids. They’re the future of Africa.”
A casually-dressed Harry, wearing a scruffy red beard, showed up a few minutes later escorting Figueras’ wife, photographer Delfina Blaquier.
“Welcome to the Sunshine State,” the ginger-haired Prince, 31, said, laughing, indicating the gray skies overhead.
The Prince, fifth in line to the English throne, seemed to have some royal power over the weather.
As soon as he arrived at the Valiente Polo Farm, where the event was held, the afternoon torrent trickled to a drizzle, then stopped for the duration of the match. It started up again at the end of the games, as trophies were awarded.
After the Prince’s Sentabale team won the trophy against Figueras’ Royal Salute squad, it was obvious the two men are good friends.
With some good-natured trash talk on the trophy stand, Figueras swiped the gold horse-and-rider out of the Prince’s hands, who grabbed it back.
A Sentabale spokeswoman said the Prince’s charity hoped to raise more than a million dollars from the match, which will go toward sending 1,500 children to the Mamohato Children’s Center, where they are educated about the virus in hopes of ending Africa’s AIDS epidemic.
Speaking to donors afterward, Prince Harry said later this year Sentabale expects to expand its work into Botswana.
From Larry Aydlette: This is the review former Palm Beach Post writer Charles Passy did of Prince‘s April 25, 2004 concert at the now B B & T Center in Sunrise. It was a joyous evening that ended with a stream of purple confetti falling from the rafters as Prince wailed on his guitar in that way only the the greatest can do. For years, I had my piece of purple relic hanging on my office wall. I wish I still did. RIP, Prince. Photos, remembrances, coverage: Prince dead at 57
BY CHARLES PASSY
What a difference a decade makes.
When Prince played South Florida sometime in the mid-’90s, he was an artist searching for an identity. It wasn’t just that he had temporarily changed his name to an unpronounceable symbol. It’s that his performance was little more than an evening of unchecked egotism packaged with a few funky songs.
The Prince who played the Office Depot Center Sunday night still had no shortage of swagger, but this time, his personality was fully wedded with his music, a joyous mix of R&B, rock, pop, soul and just about anything he could pull out of his hat – in this case, a red fedora – including snippets of Elvis and Outkast. The result was a heady evening, equal parts concert, worship service and dance party.
Yes, Prince is back. And he’s rediscovered his inner, well, Prince.
Indeed, the first 50 minutes of the near sold-out concert were about the most combustible bit of music-making this reviewer has ever heard, next to a Springsteen show. Prince opened with the lively title cut of his new album, Musicology, but it became immediately apparent that he wasn’t interested in delivering the songs, so much as delivering an improvisational experience.
Dressed in a sharply cut white suit, Prince worked with his band – the aptly titled New Power Generation – so that grooves became virtual rhythm fests. At times, he sang; at other times, he played electric guitar. But oddly enough, he was at his most powerful when he simply occupied the stage, moving his diminutive self to the kinetic pulse of the music. For Prince, the beat will set you free.
And so it continued as he played some of his older, familiar material, including a version of Let’s Go Crazy that had the makings of a wicked global jam. In nearly ever song, an always smiling Prince shared the spotlight withy a member of his group: Saxophonist Candy Dulfer was a special standout, but there wasn’t a bad apple in this bunch.
Then, as the show reached its fever pitch, Prince went the “unplugged” route, brandishing an acoustic guitar and singing – often in a marvelous, unadorned falsetto – revealing versions of songs better known in beefed-up renditions. Little Red Corvette, in particular, took on the crushing texture of a confessional folk tune.
Before the night was over, Prince was back in his full-glory mode. But these days, full glory is fully merited. At one point, Prince teased the ecstatic crowd about being “high on life.” But the stimulant in this case was Prince himself.