Light at the end of the tunnel time!
Only a few more days of relentless typing, folks, and the current project will be done. Finally. Can't wait to have it off my plate so that I can move on to the next one -- a novel-in-progess that has really been calling my name recently.
So how 'bout them Golden Globes? Since I really can't stand awards shows, they make me queasy on so many levels, it's kind of nice to just have the winners announced, bing bang boom. Done. That said, though, naturally Tim Burton & Johnny Depp finally win when nobody at all is watching. (I was truly dumbfounded 15 years ago when Johnny Depp didn't win for Ed Wood but then I live in a world populated by very, very few actual people.) I guess the London premiere of Sweeney Todd was going on this weekend anyway. But, whatever. I am really happy they won.
I'm sure that just in time for the excruciatingly expensive Oscars, the strike will be settled. Not that I'm jaded or anything. ha ha. But come on, losing money on the Golden Globes, which are international, is one thing. The Oscars are American Entertainment -- outside of our nifty war mongering, it's next in line as the institution that keeps this country in everyone's face. Maybe I'm really too cynical but I just don't see a lot of the SAG folks refusing to cross a picket line for a chance at an Oscar and to wear some designer's latest over-the-top evening creation.
Well, we shall see. Perhaps American-style human nature will finally do something that will surprise me -- in a good way, I mean.
Watched Spirit of the Beehive last night (El espíritu de la colmena, 1973, color; from Spain). It was wonderfully hypnotic. I really enjoyed it. The bag of potato chips I was eating while watching it was apparently also quite hypnotic, but far less wonderfully so; I ate the entire fucking bag! Jesus. Thank god it was a really small, chi-chi sized bag. One of those "health food" type brands of potato chips that are still just as fattening. Anyway. Apparently I was spellbound; too spellbound for my own good, which speaks volumes for the power of the film.
A few weeks back, while I forgot to mention it because I was still living in hell town over here, I also saw Earth (Russia; 1930; silent; black & white), considered one of the greatest films of all time. Very, very strange. Worth watching if you love films as much as I do; the cinematography was addicting. I honestly could not stop watching it even though the story was a little hard to follow. But then, I've also watched, in its entirety, Triumph of the Will. It, too, was spellbinding. But not for any commendable reason. (I also watched, in its entirety, In A Glass Cage
[Tras el cristal; 1987; Spain; color] back in, like, 1995, but in all honesty, I was drunk on 100 proof Wild Turkey; it was the only way I could manage watching it. But it, too, was spellbinding, to say the very least.)
Well, okay, as usual, I digress! I guess I better get moving around here. Gobs more typing I need to do today. Have a great Monday, wherever you're at -- especially you lucky ducks who won those Golden Globes! Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
So how 'bout them Golden Globes? Since I really can't stand awards shows, they make me queasy on so many levels, it's kind of nice to just have the winners announced, bing bang boom. Done. That said, though, naturally Tim Burton & Johnny Depp finally win when nobody at all is watching. (I was truly dumbfounded 15 years ago when Johnny Depp didn't win for Ed Wood but then I live in a world populated by very, very few actual people.) I guess the London premiere of Sweeney Todd was going on this weekend anyway. But, whatever. I am really happy they won.
I'm sure that just in time for the excruciatingly expensive Oscars, the strike will be settled. Not that I'm jaded or anything. ha ha. But come on, losing money on the Golden Globes, which are international, is one thing. The Oscars are American Entertainment -- outside of our nifty war mongering, it's next in line as the institution that keeps this country in everyone's face. Maybe I'm really too cynical but I just don't see a lot of the SAG folks refusing to cross a picket line for a chance at an Oscar and to wear some designer's latest over-the-top evening creation.
Well, we shall see. Perhaps American-style human nature will finally do something that will surprise me -- in a good way, I mean.
Watched Spirit of the Beehive last night (El espíritu de la colmena, 1973, color; from Spain). It was wonderfully hypnotic. I really enjoyed it. The bag of potato chips I was eating while watching it was apparently also quite hypnotic, but far less wonderfully so; I ate the entire fucking bag! Jesus. Thank god it was a really small, chi-chi sized bag. One of those "health food" type brands of potato chips that are still just as fattening. Anyway. Apparently I was spellbound; too spellbound for my own good, which speaks volumes for the power of the film.
A few weeks back, while I forgot to mention it because I was still living in hell town over here, I also saw Earth (Russia; 1930; silent; black & white), considered one of the greatest films of all time. Very, very strange. Worth watching if you love films as much as I do; the cinematography was addicting. I honestly could not stop watching it even though the story was a little hard to follow. But then, I've also watched, in its entirety, Triumph of the Will. It, too, was spellbinding. But not for any commendable reason. (I also watched, in its entirety, In A Glass Cage
[Tras el cristal; 1987; Spain; color] back in, like, 1995, but in all honesty, I was drunk on 100 proof Wild Turkey; it was the only way I could manage watching it. But it, too, was spellbinding, to say the very least.)
Well, okay, as usual, I digress! I guess I better get moving around here. Gobs more typing I need to do today. Have a great Monday, wherever you're at -- especially you lucky ducks who won those Golden Globes! Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
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