but the weird thing was dinner, which was at a place almost right behind the movie theater named "macaroni grill" except there was no macaroni on the menu. but i had a staggering deja vu incident when i was in the parking lot. because the building placement, general all-around environs, parking lot layout, and a bunch of other stuff reminded me so very very much of the olive garden in bellevue.
it was a weird time/space warp feeling.
"blue crush" was *exactly* what i expected and wanted it to be (besides just totally air conditioned). i'm so pleased.
"signs" ... well, i think he had one great movie in him, and while he can still create mood wonderfully, the film as a whole didn't rock my world.
however, the guy sitting behind and to the left of me had a laugh that sounded *JUST* *LIKE* jbsegal's laugh.
i love the almost kabuki-like ritual of tough-talking dialogue in those movies. the rich texture of black and white and the shadings as people move in and out of pools of light. and oh yes, edith head gives good costume. :)
i just got back from the brattle theater where i saw the happiness of the katakuris which is a musical (!!!) about a family who run a guest house and people keep dying around them, and dead or alive which is a crime flick about chinese gangs and the yakuza and cops. except with clowns and bestiality and troma levels of gross-out and 10 minutes of groovy stylized violence at the beginning and 10 minutes of progressively freakier fucked up violence (but not in the way you expecte it, no really) at the end.
aside from the excellence of seeing naomi "jet girl" watts engaging in tawdry nookie with larua harring, it does seem as though lynch said "okay, i can't use this tv pilot as a tv pilot so let's take all the weirdness that might've happened in a full season of tv and pack it into the rest of the film to get it up to release length."
i mean, what was that film about, anyways?
what an adorable little romance. i really enjoyed it. claudia nailed it, i think, when she noted that it wasn't so much about jessica's sexuality as it was about jessica being neurotic. the sexuality aspect is just how she's being neurotic. the film also did a good job of capturing the fluidity of sexuality for many folks.
and my goodness, tovah feldshuh was outstanding as jessica's mother.
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations! There are no peoples! There are no Russians! There are no Arabs! There are no third worlds! There is no West! There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivaried, multinational dominion of dollars!
It is the international system of currency which determines the vitality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature! And you will atone! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little 21 inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.
The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. Our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock -- all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
i like to watch Network every few years. i'm always amazed at how well it holds up.
tonite, spiderman with a bunch of folks.
but hey! halle berry and denzel washington! all good! although now i'm thinking about the "black acting school" skit in "hollywood shuffle"
claudia and i had dinner at bertucci's and it was tasty, and then i browsed around million year picnic for a while, window-shopped at wordsworth, and then saw donnie darko at the brattle with about 15 friends.
also, i am a horrible disease.
Take the High Yield Killing Method Test Now!!
what the heck am i talking about? trilobite cookies: http://www.georgehart.com/trilobites/
*then* i need to clean up the house a bit and get ready for some folks coming over tonight to drink booze, eat cheese fondue (must remember to use much less wine this time), and watch VALLEY OF THE DOLLS. (cheese and cheese! get it?)
tomorrow i head off to sf27 movie marathon. but that's tomorrow and this is today and there's a bunch of stuff to do between now and then.
but before any of that, i really really need to shower.