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Wednesday, June 20, 2007  
APPARENTLY, James HAS to be credited for the below. Children.



grace --

[noun]:

A beat poet working the streets



'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

6:24 PM

Wednesday, April 11, 2007  
During last night's light tech, it got a little noisy.

I noticed that a black out was making the transition difficult and the next cue was 3 different colors of light bouncing on the screens. I decided we could skip the blackout cue altogether.

I was shouting to the booth from the stage, the cast was scattered around me, and I repeated myself twice already.

So I made my point even more concise and this is what came out of my mouth-

"We're going to drop the "blacks" and keep the "coloreds", got it?"

At full volume.




Only one actor noticed and giggled, but i felt embarassed at myself.

Oy.

3:00 PM

Friday, March 23, 2007  

[Probably spoilers ahead. Nothing too big, but still.]




Can I just say?

I adore Woody Allen.



Forget the controvercy, the hype, the narcissism...

The man is delightful and he refuses to believe it.

Before watching a single film, I was about to write him off as a singularly visioned director who wishes he were an actor and uses talented women to frame his personal idiosyncracies. And that he, if not a child molesting perv, was at least a cheater.

But that was when I used to believe the media, when they painted celebs to their ugliest colors. I'm not saying Woody didn't do those things that make him reviled by the Bible belt/women scorned. I'm just saying I wasn't there and until I know better, I'd like to enjoy his work without putting his personal life into it.

I mean, the man already puts his personal life into his work. And just the parts of his life you ought to see. I rarely even see him otherwise.

I like that.



I just finished Scoop. It's not his best work, but it is charming and sweet. Like an iced lolly on a hot summer day. What really makes this work is the chemistry between Allen and Scarlett. How adorable is it that she seems to draw her character as an homage to both classic Diane Keaton and Woody Allen now? She has the Keaton naivete with the sharp wit of Allen, and she doesn't fall behind when Allen kicks up a neurotic storm. Even her glasses. A thin gold frame that would get the approval from both Diane and Woody, and immediately changes her sexpot frame into something unintentionally sexy.



Not that I don't have my problems with Scoop. I know that Woody wrote it specifically for Scarlett after working on Matchpoint together, and it must have been a bum-rush job. That should shut me up right there, since it's a cute plot and full of smacky one liners, and there wasn't any time for polishing plot holes. But what would a review be without the snideness?

Poor Ian McShane. Maybe he's tired from his work on Cocksuckers... I mean, Deadwood. But he seemed limp and uninspired in his role as the reporter with his last big scoop. He's got great presence, but what he didn't have was any lines of worth. He pops in and pops out without really adding to the story, much like a gnat on the screen. Ian is not a gnat, people. For shame.



And along the note of wasting actors, why is Buffy's Giles reduced to a one line cameo?! I barely recognized him from his profile and I LOVE Anthony Stewart Head. Does he need work? Maybe he can play Dr. House's brother from GB, a rakish ladies man with an addiction to American rock music and big breasted blonds?



I have trouble buying that a man who looks like Hugh Jackman and is worth millions would need to visit a prostitute on a regular basis. I also have trouble justifying his size 0 green shirt, unless he's trying to audition for Hulk 2: Hulk Discovers Abercrombie. And finally, I curse Hollywood for trying to convince me that relationships with gorgeous British men can happen in 13 secs of fake drowning. Then again, I don't have Scarlett's knockers (and I'm not knocking them, trust me- God shaped her himself) so maybe that happens to girls like her.



Scarlett is as Jewish as kimchi. I couldn't even hear her say "My name is Sondra Pransky" without curling my lip into a sneer. (I may be reacting strongly due to my seething envy that Scarlett gets to work with Allen and I don't.)

What I adored was the idea of a wee tug boat transporting the recently dead British across a foggy lake at night. That they get to chat each other up, they are all accepting of their deaths, that Death himself ignores them completely despite standing at the helm and (sometimes) getting bribed. This is what I love about Woody. Remember in Annie Hall when it turned into a cartoon and Annie was a queen in a tower? He has a way of seeing things that are, at once, completely original and oddly realistic. Of course that is what death is like. Not a giant ball of spiritual light or even a void of feeling. It's the 10 o'clock ferry to home.

Oh, Woody. I'm going to be very, very upset when that days comes for you to take the ferry and I won't have fresh material to 'ship.

"That's two verys."

11:41 AM

Monday, March 12, 2007  




Oh, Momma's found a new baby daddy.

Giddyap.

9:07 AM

Thursday, February 15, 2007  
Good golly, Miss Molly!
So far, so good. I'm here as promised and I watched a movie last night that I feel I can do justice recapping. I warned you that these wouldn't be new or even domestic movies most of the time, so on to IT-







Beverly Hills Cop

(Maybe with recents talks of there being a BH Cop 4, it will seem relevant-ish.)


I hear the frenzied cries of "There must be Judge Reinhold in the new sequel!", but I counter with cries of "There must be some GIL HILL!"




AH, Mr. Hill.













If there were an election for the Chairman of the Silver Fox Division, you would NOT have lost that.




Damn fine actor. I doubt the audience was meant to spend the last 2/3 of the movie wondering when the hell Inspector Todd would show up again and be his kick-ass studly self, but then again, maybe it was just me.


Beverly Hills Cop. Made Eddie Murphy a household name. Kickstarted the buddy cop genre. Showcased Bronson Pinchot's talent, that has, sadly, fallen by the wayside.



But what stands out for me is that Martin Brest (from his commentary) chose to make this film a study of character, rather than fine tuned plot or heavy handed action. (Nicely underplayed, Bruckheimer.)


Aforementioned Reinhold as the Laurel to John Ashton's Hardy? Bril. Let's ignore the fact that Billy Rosewood is much too soft and delicate to be handling guns and drug trafficking criminals. Even with Billy's idiot-savant sure-shot aim aside, Rosewood and Taggart are an enjoyable pair to watch.


Detective Rosewood: Wow. You know, it says here that by the time the average American is fifty, he has five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels.

Sergeant Taggart: Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?

Detective Rosewood: Well, you eat a lot of red meat.








Just clean and pretty enough to be Beverly Hills, but with enough heart (re:goofiness) for us to care.


The minute I saw him, I was reminded of his hilarious cameo in Arrested Development and I feared I would not be able to get through the movie without William Hung in my ear warbling "Day Court with J.Reinhold!" But at least Judge has a sense of humor and does a charming job in the film.


Trivia- Sylvester Stallone originally had this project and most of the cast was meant for his Italian fish-out-of-violent-water vehicle. Thus, art gallery owner Jenny Summers was assigned childhood friend instead of romantic interest.


I hate to assume that they made the change because America wasn't ready for some interracial romance. Instead I will applaud them for realizing that forcing a romance into the plot would have been cheesy and overdone. Bravo! I realized how jaded I was as a viewer when I began to suspect her of foul play because they were not flirting immediately. Tsk.


I don't know if most movies employ real strippers for stripper roles, but BHC did and she is awesome for 3 reasons.


1) Her stage name is Mouse.

2) She suggested and won the decision to play "Nasty Girl" for her dance.

3) She does a move that rocks socks, but I don't know if I can describe correctly. You kick out both heels, throw your arms back, and toss your head/hair back... all at the same time. Ideal if you have a strong backlit position and a red feather boa.


Now that I think about it, I believe most film strippers are real strippers. It's hard to do that role justice without having lived it for real. Kudos, ladies of the night stage.


And finally, to speak of another silver fox- Ronny Cox, ladies and gentlemen. You, sir, are no Gil Hil, but you do pretty fine yourself.




Brother J says "Man, there's a lot of pink people running around Beverly Hills."

10:19 AM

 
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