So, history has been made!
How cool is that, gang? (Meaning the numbers for "Alice" over its opening weekend.) The great news is that I actually live with somebody who a) hasn't seen the movie yet; and b) really wants to -- so this means I get to see it again! Yay!
But there are so many movies out right now that I still want to see. Nothing like putting the most expensive one right back at the top of the list, right?? (None of the other films are in 3D IMAX).
I so want to see The fucking Last Station already! (In other parts of the world, it is simply called The Last Station -- fraidy cats everywhere chose to delete the F-word from its original title.) Goddamn it. I really don't want it to leave the, like, one theater it's playing in before it leaves town for the rest of eternity. I so love Christopher Plummer. Loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt recall that he has been intensely erotically appealing to me since I first saw him in the Sound of Music when I was 5 years old. I so adore him! (I guess he is one of the very few actors that do it for me. See my other post about Alice.) Plus it's a film about Tolstoy -- I'm not sure how erotically appealing he may have been (see below); he sported quite a good deal of non-erotic-seeming hair. However, it is a film about a writer and I never stop loving those kinds of movies, gang. Go figure! Yet the movie seems to only ever be playing at 10:53 AM or 9:55 at night. In short, it is in a theater that's not 100% easy to get to and/or park at, and the film is showing at such god-awful times. (People who know me well, know that if I'm not over-imbibing in alcohol, cigarettes, and some stupefying sexual frenzy downstairs in my office with Jay, then I am in bed by 9:30 PM! How corny am I??? It's only b/c I seriously love to be up before the sun comes up. Not sure why, but oh well.)
On another note that's still entirely about me....
I came to another epiphany, gang. About "my craft" and my real reluctance to invest any more of my energy and/or skill in projects that don't 100% excite me. So a couple of projects that were at the top of my "TO DO" pile simply got axed over the weekend and now I am free and clear to finish the edits on Freak Parade. Here's hoping my brain is clear & focused. We shall see when I put pen to paper once more (which of course is a euphemism or something like that, since I do almost everything on the laptop now). But the combination of spring arriving and being able to go on my early morning walks again has really given my scrunched-up, agonized mind some clarity again! Finally!! Yippee ki yi yay.
Okey-dokey. Gonna get crackin' around here, folks. I seriously hope life is treating you good on this fresh, lovely Monday wherever you are and whatever you find yourself flailing around in! Keep the faith and fight the good fight! You have no idea how much it will matter to somebody down the road. Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
But there are so many movies out right now that I still want to see. Nothing like putting the most expensive one right back at the top of the list, right?? (None of the other films are in 3D IMAX).
I so want to see The fucking Last Station already! (In other parts of the world, it is simply called The Last Station -- fraidy cats everywhere chose to delete the F-word from its original title.) Goddamn it. I really don't want it to leave the, like, one theater it's playing in before it leaves town for the rest of eternity. I so love Christopher Plummer. Loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt recall that he has been intensely erotically appealing to me since I first saw him in the Sound of Music when I was 5 years old. I so adore him! (I guess he is one of the very few actors that do it for me. See my other post about Alice.) Plus it's a film about Tolstoy -- I'm not sure how erotically appealing he may have been (see below); he sported quite a good deal of non-erotic-seeming hair. However, it is a film about a writer and I never stop loving those kinds of movies, gang. Go figure! Yet the movie seems to only ever be playing at 10:53 AM or 9:55 at night. In short, it is in a theater that's not 100% easy to get to and/or park at, and the film is showing at such god-awful times. (People who know me well, know that if I'm not over-imbibing in alcohol, cigarettes, and some stupefying sexual frenzy downstairs in my office with Jay, then I am in bed by 9:30 PM! How corny am I??? It's only b/c I seriously love to be up before the sun comes up. Not sure why, but oh well.)
On another note that's still entirely about me....
I came to another epiphany, gang. About "my craft" and my real reluctance to invest any more of my energy and/or skill in projects that don't 100% excite me. So a couple of projects that were at the top of my "TO DO" pile simply got axed over the weekend and now I am free and clear to finish the edits on Freak Parade. Here's hoping my brain is clear & focused. We shall see when I put pen to paper once more (which of course is a euphemism or something like that, since I do almost everything on the laptop now). But the combination of spring arriving and being able to go on my early morning walks again has really given my scrunched-up, agonized mind some clarity again! Finally!! Yippee ki yi yay.
Okey-dokey. Gonna get crackin' around here, folks. I seriously hope life is treating you good on this fresh, lovely Monday wherever you are and whatever you find yourself flailing around in! Keep the faith and fight the good fight! You have no idea how much it will matter to somebody down the road. Thanks for visiting, gang. See ya!
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