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12/28/03:
What a busy week! The server is back but I
haven't even had time to update anything, really. And, unfortunately,
the forum is lost. I saw two more horrible films, Cheaper by the
Dozen and Peter Pan. I went to Texas and was offered a job
as an acting teacher but I can't even think about something like that right
now. It would be a lot of fun, but I'm getting too old to follow paths
that would be fun. I think that I finally have a direction I'm aiming
for and I can't let myself get off the path. Sure I work at a job I'm
not extremely happy with and stress out over, but it pays the bills quite
nicely while I work on other ventures. A job which is more fun and
near family and such could be better yet there is a chance that my love for
film would be put on the back burner.
Last night I saw Master and Commander: The Far Side of the
World and found it much more entertaining than expected. The
climax was not too original nor climactic as it should have been, but Peter
Weir's storytelling ability is the best its ever been.
12/19/03:
Ok. The site is back up and running, thank
god! I had to switch servers since my hosting company went under.
I know less about computers than I know about non-cinematic life so it took
awhile. Thank all of you who have been patient with me.
12/15/03:
This week I'm just plain frustrated with myself.
I saw two unnecessary movies in the theater, 21 Grams and Love
Don't Cost A Thing. They may be so unnecessary that it would be
unnecessary for me to even review them. I have been in a rut with
writing lately because there is little reason to write about film in the
first place, plus I keep growing doubtful of my worth as a writer as well as
artistically and creatively, in general. Am I bored? Am I lazy?
Am I busy? I'm not sure that it is any of these or a combination.
Tonight I shall go see the new Lord of the Rings movie
and possibly fall asleep.
12/09/03:
I am way too in tune with the reality of movies to lead
a normal life. Everything I try to relate to has to be in comparison
or referential to some film or another. Although it is not the
healthiest way to live, I am not complaining nor am I unhappy. I do
need to make the goal of putting more of an effort to lead an interesting
life rather than the vicarious voyeurism I get out of my friends and
fiction.
On friday, on my way to work, despite my day off and during
the beginnings of a snow storm, I slid toward an SUV and came, literally,
within inches of hitting it after skidding 90 degrees so that I was parallel
with it. I was stunned and thought the whole event was cinematic.
As I was gearing to exit the near-accident, a girl slid into my car as it
jutted perpendicularly into traffic. She was attractive and since I
saw no damage, rather than getting the police and insurance involved, she
gave me her number. Basing life on movies, I called her last night
thinking this could be some type of "meet-cute" situation and we'd end up
happily ever after. Instead she was a delightful conversationalist up
until she casually mentioned a boyfriend. There are no "meet-cutes" in
real life, unfortunately. Here we all meet in bars and online.
The funniest thing about looking at people online, be
it on MySpace or Friendster or a true dating service or whatever, is trying
to find someone who truly loves movies. It is near impossible.
The best profile I've found was for a girl who was so out of tune with what
she actually liked that her list of favorite movies were all current
releases and one of them (Timeline maybe) had a parenthetical to the
tune of "(I guess...)" That is one of the saddest things I've
ever seen.
My roommate's kittens, since still unnamed by him, are now
referred to me as Pirate (he needed an eye patch in the beginning) and
Cowboy (he likes to trot around and explore). I also call them Johnny
(Depp) and John (Wayne).
12/01/03:
I don't know if anybody noticed, but my site was
mostly down over the Thanksgiving weekend. It wasn't this site that
was hacked, but the entire server where it resides. Thankfully it
feels better and will hopefully be immune from future illness.
My roommate got kittens the other day and I have become
so obsessed with them that I would have devoted more time to them than to
writing about films anyway.
Two Capra films have been in my DVD player this week.
Pocketful of Miracles is a fantastic cross between My Fair Lady
and Guys and Dolls without the music. Platinum Blonde is
taking longer to get through. I just don't see the appeal of Harlow at all.
Her face is kind of fat and monstrous. She might actually give me
nightmares worse than Lon Chaney's Hunchback. Robert Williams is the
most annoying film asshole ever. At times I like his angle but then he
just seems more snotty and condescending than witty and curmudgeonly.
For delightfully cantankerous behavior, go see Bad Santa!
It is possibly the funniest movie this year, fighting neck and neck
with Old School.
I love movies. They are very distracting and
considering I'm finishing out this year in a return to John
Hughes-with-unhappy-ending form, I need all the escapism I can possibly get.
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