Saturday, June 30, 2007

And Now For Some Good News...

First off, thank you everyone for your kind words and e-mails regarding the TB. I prefer cash, but whatever... Please understand that as long as it's not terminal I'm really okay with it and am already milking it for all it's worth.

"Honey can you take out the garbage?"

"Yeah, I think I can do that with the TB."

So... The good news: I optioned a script yesterday. For the first time in two years I finally optioned another script. The up front money stinks, but it's a serious mid-level production company whose next film is White Jazz with George Clooney and we finalized the deal yesterday. They were stingy, but hot to get it. I got the sense actor reps were waiting to read it. All very exciting...

Out of seven, this is the only script I've written with a female protagonist. Maybe I should do more of those. By far the best female character I ever created is in my worst script. Her name is Penny. She's fifteen and certain that whoever you are when you're sixteen is who you will be forever -- and so she tries to perfect herself in the few remaining months she has left.

I love Penny. Just wish I could find a better story for her.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Me & Doc Holliday

Well, the asthma medication isn't working. The past couple days I've been coughing so hard I bruised my ribs. So, it was X-ray the lungs time. Scary time. Watch the clock waiting for the results time.
And here's what you don't want to happen when you're sitting in your Doctor's office: You don't want to watch your Doctor read the radiology report, and suddenly... look shocked. No, you don't want that to happen. And then you don't want him to look at you and frown.

Oh, it's nothing terminal. But it could've been, because I almost died right there.

I have TB. Tuburculosis. And after discovering this, what's the first question the Doctor asked me? He asked me if I had travelled out of the country recently. My venom-filled answer was delivered with a single spiteful word. Say it with me boys and girls... And say it with a sneer: Canada.

I got TB. Can you believe that? Who gets TB anymore? It's like I'm in a Western movie all of a sudden. Didn't Doc Holliday have TB? How do you get TB in the 21st century? I live in 2007 Los Angeles for crying out loud. I live in the Los Angeles set after Predator 2, and I get TB. So, now I'm a lunger. That's my new nickname: Lunger. And that's a soft "g," by the way. Don't want you to get confused and think I'm out here leaping at people.

What's next? Polio? The black plague? The vapors?
And check out the treatment. See, I was born just late enough to still get TB, but too late to be sent to the mountains for months of bed rest... Instead I get 6 to 9 months of medicine to kill the organism in my lungs. Yes, I have an organism in my lungs. Which sounds like a Star Trek episode.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Song From BL

If you'd like to hear a song from the film, you'll find it here at Audra Hardt's MySpace site.

Scroll down a bit and on the left and you'll see where you can hit one of those video prompts for a live performance of "Now and Then." There's a photo of a film cannister on the prompt. I love the way Audra calls me "Nolte" in the clip. It's like high school again.

Audra's a very talented singer/songwriter. I got a CD of her stuff early on, loved it, but there wasn't anything that would work in the film. So, I went to see her play live, heard Now and Then, and pestered her for months to let us use it -- and I can be a pest.
Glad I did. It's a beautiful song.
And take some time to check out the rest of her music. There's great stuff there. She has an amazing voice and something to say in her songs.

Monday, June 25, 2007

BL Review

Someone emailed this to me. (Thank you, bandlerio) It's from an upstart magazine here in LA called Real Talk LA, and this review sounds a lot like the earlier one I posted, so I'm guessing one came from the other. But it's nice to know the story gave someone enough energy to write this up and that the writer is not affiliated with making the film.

We'll get our share of negative reviews (and no, I won't be posting those, -- it's hard to type from the fetal position with your thumb in your mouth) but for now, this is a pleasant surprise:


As one of the lucky viewers of this new, yet unreleased independent film, I can honestly say that "Beautiful Loser" is the kind of movie I wish we could find more often at our local theatres.

*This is not a ‘blow it up, run a lot, shoot & stomp, CGI the heck out of it’ blockbuster or an ‘I’m an idiot, but aren’t I funny in a crass sort of way?’ kind of film.

* It is a moving story about a guy who, to the rest of the world, seems like a real loser, but whose heart and loyalty make him the best friend anyone could ever want - even if people (including him!) don’t realize it.

* This touching love story about a group of high school kids whose friendships continue through their adult lives also has an engaging and off-beat spiritual bent, and delves into what each would give or do for a second chance at true happiness.

* As the director’s plot write-up puts it: “His parents named him Reginald Regineld. His friends call him ‘Ditto.’ At the age of eleven he decided he wasn’t going to do anything with his life. And that was going pretty well until senior year when he saw Tracy. This wasn’t so much love at first sight as much as it was ‘completely head over heels gonna get her at any price even if I make a complete fool of myself’ love at first sight. And it would burn for decades. Whether she loved him or not…”

* Not yet picked up for distribution, this film truly has wide appeal. It is thoughtful, heartfelt… and a movie both men and women will enjoy.

* Here’s hoping that Hollywood will step up and give it more than a direct-to-video audience - it deserves it!

* Great score and soundtrack, too!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Second Screening

We had our second screening last night at the AFI. If anything it went better than the first. The audience was a little more subdued, but seemed more into the film. It's always funny to watch how different audiences react to different things. Before being in front of people started to petrify me I did a number of plays in high school and over the course of the performances every crowd reacted entirely different from the next. Strange phenomenon.

The highlight of the night was meeting some of my favorite character actors. Toni Kalem was there. She's probably best known as Big Puss's wife on The Sopranos, but I remember her best from a brilliant underrated little gem called The Wanderers. Simon Callow and Nancy Allen were also there and it was a real treat meeting and talking to them. I'm also happy to report that I might be finally getting my star-struckness somewhat under control.

Afterwards we all went over to Lenny Von Dohlen's place for a nice little get-together. And it was there, Julie and I met Flavia Colgan, a Democrat activist whom we've both always admired on MSNBC. She's just a brilliant woman and a shooting star in the political and television arena -- and rightly so. I'm no fan of political talking heads on either side of the aisle and while I don't always agree with Flavia I've always found her to be extremely articulate and intellectually honest. A real cut-above the other hacks, and just as fascinating in person.

So, another memorable night.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Move Review: Nancy Drew

I confess: I liked it. And thanks to this kid it's certainly the hardest I've laughed at the movies all year, including Knocked Up. His name is Josh Flitter and he's just hilarious. He had the whole theatre cracking up at the smallest thing. What a personality.

He reminded me of the reaction I had to Zac Gardner who's in a movie Laura Breckenridge did called Southern Belles. Throughout most of the movie he just stands by his wading pool acting goofy, but absolutely everything he does was also laugh-out-loud funny.

Nancy Drew was a sweet little entertaining film. I didn't once look at my watch. Now, that's a recommendation... It was also fun to see them shoot some of their scenes at the Hollywood High School where we also stole, er... filmed a scene.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

The Wedding

My little brother got married Saturday. Hard to believe he's married. I call him my little brother from a place of affection, not to condescend. He drives a nicer car, has more hair, a real job, and a bigger house then me, who am I to condescend? It was a beautiful ceremony followed by a very relaxed and enjoyable reception. It was also a nice night out with my pretty wife. I actually danced -- if you want to call it that. I have a wide repertoire of three moves: The side to side, the dice throw, and the white man's overbite.

I've been married 18 years. 18 years. It's unbelievable that it's already been that long because it's gone so fast. That was three presidents and four Law and Order's ago. I'm gonna marry her again on our 2oth. If she'll have me. Better see if I can't get me a real job between now and then. Nothing beats having the person you're in love with also be in love with you. Five billion people in the world; what are the odds of that happening? Love's a bit of a miracle, no?

Monday, June 18, 2007

It's Asthma

I've had a cough for two months now. And it's gotten worse. So, obviously I was sure I had but a few months to live. The dark cloud loomed, I was nicer to people than I normally am (not a high bar), and was trying to get in as much television as possible.
My wife made me go to the doctor. I'm not sure if that was because she was worried about me or because the hacking and self-pity got on her nerves. Man, I love self-pity. You don't do shit and can eat whatever you want. If they had a drug that gave you self-pity, I'd be buying it.
Well, it's asthma. The bronchitis gave me asthma. Canada gave me asthma. Friggin' Canada. Hopefully it won't last forever, but I got me an inhaler today. An inhaler. I have an inhaler now. And it certainly didn't surpise me that along with the inhaler came horn-rimmed glasses and a certificate for a free name change to Poindexter.

First BL Review... I Think

This was posted today at Indie Film News:


WHAT WE HEAR: The film will be screening for potential distributors beginning May 24th. It is a moving story about a guy who, to the rest of the world, seems like a loser, but whose heart and loyalty makes him the best friend anyone could ever want. A really spiritual bent is given to this touching love story about a group of high school kids whose friendships continue through their adult lives.

WHAT WE THINK: This one deserves a wide audience -- it’s thoughtful, heartfelt and a movie both men and women will enjoy. Great original score & songs, too!

I have no idea who wrote this or where it came from, and I'm not 100% sure this is a legit opinion from someone not associated with the film, but I know I didn't write it. (And I sure do agree with the comment about the score and songs.) They won't all be positive reviews, but running across something like this don't suck.

It's interesting the reviewer mentioned the spiritual aspect of the film. It's a major part of the story but few people who have read the script or seen the film have ever mentioned it. Personally, I think the spiritual angle will be a crucial factor in finding this odd little film's audience. It's not an overt spirituality. We worked hard to present this in a way that can be interpreted as spiritual, symbolic, or psychological. Frankly, I have too much respect for my faith to make an overtly religious film when I'm not a religious scholar.

While spirituality isn't a theme of the film, it is used to explore certain themes. The faith of some of the characters is a driving force in who they are and what they do. Just like in real life. Though I'm a Christian, this is not a "Christian film." It's not about what anyone (including me) believes, it's about what the characters believe -- the way it should be -- and this steers us clear of preachiness (I hate films that preach about anything).

The reason this is a major part of the film is pretty simple: The only thing that has ever piqued any intellectual curiousity in me is my faith. I find exploration of the human condition pretty pointless if there isn't something else out there.

We're holding another screening Thursday. I hear some important folks will be there. Wish us luck.

Friday, June 15, 2007

A Night At The Nudie Bar

Where the music stinks, and they water the drinks, the nudie bar.
Where the girlies dance in their underpants, the nudie bar.
Where you see their butt, and their trap stays shut, at the nudie bar.

---Al Bundy

My brother's getting married tomorrow. I'm thirteen-years older than he is; carried him in the back seat home from the hospital, and now he's getting married. How did that happen? I'm also best man. An honor.

Last night was the bachelor party. We stayed at The Standard Hotel and hit the nudie bar down the street. The one on Sunset there that advertises Live Nude Girls -- all of which proved to be true. For five bucks admission and a two drink minimum beautiful girls take their clothes off in front of you. Is this a great country or what?

My brother had a good time. Remained in control. Did nothing he couldn't have done in front of his betrothed. He did keep disappearing for a few minutes and return with glitter pasted to his face, but that could've been anything. By the time we left he looked like a disco ball.

I was the designated driver. The old guy. The chicks were digging me, natch. That's what I like about the nudie bar -- the girls can let themselves go and not be afraid to tell you how much they really like you. They're not constrained by polite society. In the nudie bar a fella can finally discover what the opposite sex honestly thinks of him. Plus I was throwing off my indifferent vibe. I got this vibe that reeks of indifference and the chicks really go for it. Next time we see each other, ask me about it, and I'll give you a taste.

All night the girls were hitting on me: Do you wanna lap dance? Do you wanna private dance? But I had to let them know that it wasn't gonna happen. "I'm sorry ladies, but we can't do this. Not only am I married, but I haven't told an effective lie since I was eleven."

Thursday, June 14, 2007

DVD Review: Ghost Rider

Per some requests (okay, two), here's a FULL movie review posted with the permission of my generous editor. You'll see no one's giving the great Roger Ebert a run for his money:

I enjoyed Ghost Rider. I enjoyed it more than Spiderman 3. I enjoyed it more than most of the films I’ve seen this Summer. The story moves. The stars are good. It has something to say about good and evil. And it has a good sense of humor about itself. My only complaint was that it needed a stronger villain and was a bit anti-climatic.

Johnny Blaze (Nic Cage), and his father are a couple of carny’s thinking they’re something more, thinking they’re motorcycle stunt drivers. With their cheesy tricks they manage to eke out a living but Johnny wants out. He’s fallen in love with Roxanne (Eva Mendes), a girl from the better part of town, and they’ve plotted their escape. But Dad’s been coughing throughout the movie, which can only mean one thing: terminal cancer. And so the Devil appears in the form of Peter Fonda and offers to cure dad in exchange for Johnny’s soul.

Johnny doesn’t know it yet, but he’s agreed to more than his soul. He’s agreed to become Old Scratch’s bounty hunter. Seems some folks sell their souls and back out of the deal and Scratch needs a Ghost Rider to hunt them down. Knowing he’s damned, Johnny gives up Roxanne and becomes a world famous stunt driver Evil Knievel-style. Is he really making all those amazing jumps, or is the Devil keeping him alive for when he’s needed?

Twenty-odd years later (Johnny and Roxanne are played by younger actors in the opening), Johnny desperately wants to find a way out of the deal, but before he can drum up a loophole the Devil comes for his due. Seems Satan’s Spawn (Wes Bentley) and his posse intend to unseat the old man. It’s time to resurrect the Ghost Rider to put this brash young dangerous boy in his place.

The first ninety-minutes of the film cruise by. It’s effortlessly paced and the refreshingly simple story unfolds in an entertaining and humorous way. The actors thankfully never wink in smug self-awareness at the silliness of the story — but the characters do. And that’s a big difference. There’s nothing worse than an actor making fun of the movie (Brando was the king of this), but it can be fun to watch characters just self-aware enough to see the abusrdity of their situation and act accordingly. The best example of this is after Johnny and Roxanne reunite, and he tries to explain his Ghost Rider-situation. It is laugh-out-loud priceless.

After three movies and seven hours of watching Tobey Maguire pass off a dull stare as acting it is so nice to see a real grown up playing a comic book hero. Every year I come to appreciate what Nic Cage brings to the screen more and more. He’s a grown up. He’s a man. He has a personality. And even in fluff like this, he tries. Here he’s working that Elvis Roustabout mojo and even in the most banal scenes remains interesting.

Eva Mendes can act. Who knew? Want to know if someone can act? See if they can rise above bad writing. And she does. She’s completely believable and even funny at times. The entire relationship between the two is contrived to breaking point, but they pull it off. There’s chemistry and charm to spare, and it was that part of the film I most enjoyed.

Peter Fonda may be playing the Devil, but he’s a god. I love Peter Fonda. He is the coolest actor alive right now. This man is pure movie star and without him to pull off the histrionics, all would be lost. Sam Elliott channels Kris Kristofferson’s mentor role from Blade and does what Sam Elliott does best: Look grungy, speak wise, and steal the screen. Another hilarious moment is when Elliott is sewing up Nic Cage and asks him to sterilize the needle.

It’s Wes Bentley who’s way in over his head as the villain Blackheart. I’m not sure who thought casting the kid enamored with the plastic bag as the antagonist was a good idea, but it’s not. There isn’t a single moment where he’s convincing as any kind of a threat to Ghost Rider and certainly not to Peter Fonda — whom we all know is capable of kicking all kinds of butt both on screen and off because he is The Mighty Peter Fonda. These films can rise and fall on the casting and creation of the antagonist, and this is where Ghost Rider wobbles and almost falls down.

Besides the performances to keep it standing, there’s also its themes of good versus evil. This is a story and world where God is very much alive. Where evil exists. I loved Ghost Rider’s “penance stare;” how he could look into the soul of evil and kill them using the pain of their own victims. I loved the idea of a good man who sold his soul selflessly. Sam Elliott’s character wonders if such an act wouldn’t be appreciated by God; if a person who damns themself for a noble reason is truly damned; or do they in fact walk with God.

Movies just don’t talk about this stuff anymore. Movies today try to philosophize in a world where there is no God — but isn’t that just naval-gazing? If we’re a biological accident and there’s no bigger truth out there, what’s there to talk about? For those of us who believe in the concept of Heaven and Hell, the themes of Ghost Rider resonate. Those themes may be buried in special effects and action scenes, but we’ll take them where we can get them.

Ghost Rider’s worth the rental if only for the actors and the very entertaining first two acts. Granted, act three takes much of the bloom off the rose. This is supposed to be the big showdown, but Nic Cage versus Plastic Bag Boy just isn’t much of a showdown. Now, Nic Cage versus The Mighty Peter Fonda…? That would’ve been something to see. And guess who’d I’d be rooting for…?

Dumb fun. Interesting themes. Wonderful actors. Will definitely see it again.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

LOS ANGELES Adam Lamberg Fans

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Thank you

Reader Question: Investors

Slidewhisker writes:

I'm in a film school about to graduate and want to make a movie with a friend of mines script. I woudl direct and we have raised some money from friends and family and was wondering if you took money from friends and family and how much pressure your under to make money on the movie and pay them back.

First off, I did take money from family and also put in much of my own. Secondly no... At this point I feel ZERO pressure about anything in regards to BL. None. Nada. Not a bit. I'm a new man and gaining weight again. The hair stays off but the waistline returns. Damn middle age.

You have to keep in mind that the people who sign on for your film -- this includes, cast, crew, producers, post-production, and most especially investors -- do so based on the script and the budget. They believe, like you, that if that script is properly realized on screen that their investment of time, money, or both will be worthwhile. And this is where the pressure comes in. As the director, your job is to bring that script to life on film in as good of shape or better.

The pressure to do that with BL was unbelievable for two very long years. And with the irreplacable help of all the people involved from day one to today, the movie's better than the script. I don't agree it's so much better as others believe, but I do agree it's better.

As the director you can't do anything more than that. That's your job. That's where you can let everyone down. That's your obligation. That's the pressure. Your job is to realize that script to its potential on screen within the budget allotted.

Once that's done, you can only hope the collective judgement of all those who invested their time and money in that script was correct: That once that script works on screen it will be appealing enough to the right distribution people to pay off on everyone's investment.

So, just don't make any false promises or claims. It's all a risk. Everyone knows that, or should know that. You can't make people buy something. All you can do is come up with a blue print everyone agrees on (the script), and then kill yourself to make the best product you can from that blueprint. After that, all you can do is work hard to get it sold, and hope...

I personally don't believe a film as small and eccentric as Beautiful Loser will ever see the inside of a movie theatre, and I never did. But I hope it's a resume enhancer for all those involved. I hope the investors get their money back. I hope it gets distributed in some fashion because I do believe there's an audience for it. Personally, it's already done more for me than I had hoped (though I very much want my money back).

So, save the pressure for the creative stuff. That's all that really matters anyway. In the end, if you like your own movie and met the obligation of realizing the script, all you can do from there is work hard to get it distributed and hope for the best.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

"The Devil And Daniel Johnston"

This is a documentary you can catch on one of those On Demand channels. Daniel Johnston is a singer/songerwriter who built up a big cult following in the mid-80's and then lost his mind. Today he's obese and living with his elderly parents. He's functional but still a bit off. The movie follows him all through his sad tortured life. It's quite a journey.

Kurt Cobain famously called Johnston the "greatest songwriter ever," but that's all subjective, and while I found some of his songs heartfelt and moving, some were definitely geared more for cult status. But cult figure or not, a lyric like, "following my broken dreams" is still a damn good lyric.

It wasn't his music that made the film so appealing to me: It was The Girl. The One Who Got Away. Daniel met Laurie his first and only year of art school. Nothing happened between them (he was a bit manic even at 20). And I think she had a boyfriend. But he's never gotten over her. We only see her like Daniel does: in a home movie he took way back when. She's certainly cute but what Daniel saw in her only Daniel knows. Even today she inspires his songs; that unrequited love still haunting and driving him decades later.
I'm recommending it because I saw it over two weeks ago and haven't been able to get it out of my head.

Bionic Movie Review

Ocean's 13: The movie's better than the last one (not hard), but nowhere near as good as the first one. 13's a little slow and confusing and you never for a second believe they could pull it off. The one big surprise is that it's the first time I've ever liked George Clooney. He's really relaxed and natural in the film.

For my review, I rewatched the Sinatra one. I love Sinatra, and it's fun to watch all those great actors and personalities together, but the movie really drags for the first hour. And I'm not known as Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Politically Correct, but there's an air woman-bashing in the film. Kind of like The Waitress in reverse. Once the heist begins it picks up and gets better from there, but it's all shot on soundstages and the outdoor shots are small and dark. Of course, Vegas didn't loom in those days to make for big expansive shots, but still...

Sinatra made the film on a lark. He and the Rat Pack would entertain in Vegas all night and then shoot the film during the day; getting little to no sleep and partying too hard. Arguably, there is a lack of pep in the performances, but it's that fifty minute first act that kills it. I would've liked to have seen more Angie Dickinson in the movie, as well. But I say that about movies Angie Dickinson isn't even in.
Hey, did you hear Paris Hilton is in jail? I didn't know if you knew or not, because she's an absolute nobody and who'd cover it what with us being at war, and the plots to blow up JFK, and...

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Reader Question

Hi. I just found this blog and was wondering, exacly WHEN is the movie coming out? It sounds really interesting. And do you think it'll reach Malaysia? I hope you can reply this.

Jay Dee

Jay Dee, I just don't know at this point. It's a VERY low budget picture, but distribution will be a tireless effort. Anything that happens will be posted here. Unless it's bad. And is that true about the kuala bear?

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Bionic Movie Review

Gracie: I know I kidded about it yesterday (in truth, I hadn't even seen it yet and you actually get the free popcorn on Tuesdays), but the movie was okay. Very predictable but saved by Carly Schroeder who's really wonderful in the title role and Dermot Mulroney who's always good. Still, I'd wait for HBO.

Carly Schroeder also did some Lizzie McGuire episodes and the movie. Quite the talent.


So, what have I been discovering since the screening? Well, as I've caught up with the people who worked on the movie over the past week, I've discovered that they're the ones reading this site. I knew a couple did, but not so many. So, now I'm all self-conscious because I thought I was toiling away in anonymity. Now, I'm all freaked out because they now know that at heart I'm a lazy, smart ass, who can't get over himself. And I'm sure at least one of those qualities surprised someone.

So, I need you all to stop reading, or I'm gonna hafta start another blog where I can be myself. Oh, and I was just kidding about all those Glad-Julie's-Working-And-I'm-Not-Posts. That doesn't mean you should tell her about this blog, because she might not get the joke... But that was funny, huh? I mean funny how I acted like I was trying to pretend I liked not working. That whole role play thing...? Funny, right?


So, I'm Googling myself -- Think how inappropriate that would've sounded just a few years ago...

So, I'm Googling myself with the fervor of a narcissistic stalker and come across this chat room with photos from the movie I never would've released (nobody freak out -- nothing unattractive -- nothing unapproved by the cast -- but some plot-points given away) and someone's talking about their copy of the script.
This is a good sign, right? There's interest, right? You can call it piracy, but if I ever get another studio meeting I'll be calling it distribution.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Diary Of A Movie Critic

Noon: Wake up, crack of...

12:05 - Breakfast: Rocket Pop and a Coke Zero

12:15 - Check Showtimes: Gracie starts at 12:15pm. I can make that.

12:30 - Arrive theatre.

12:32 - Get my free small popcorn, because it is Free Small Popcorn Monday. And I do love my Free Small Popcorn Mondays. As I type this I am singing a little ditty I wrote myself called, Free Small Popcorn Mondays... And it goes like this:

I used to be a bill collector
Now I'm getting paid for Free Small Popcorn Mondays
I spent twenty years at a job I hated
Now I'm getting paid for Free Small Popcorn Mondays
If this movie director thing doesn't work out
I really don't give a shit because of Free Small Popcorn Mondays
**big finish**
I wonder what poor people are doing today...
12:34 - Enter theatre. Oh, darn I missed the previews. Now I scope for idiots: Talkers. Guys with girls too pretty for them who will try to be funnier than the movie. Old ladies with hearing aids. Mumblers in raincoats come to see a movie about pre-college girls who play soccer in 70's style shorts...

12:35 - The movie begins. I simultaneously take notes and eat my Free Small Popcorn Monday popcorn. Don't try this at home...

12:36 - Tune out film to begin writing negative review in head. Movie is pre-judged because it's about girls and soccer.
1:45 - Actually watch movie because cellphone battery died but not before beating high score in Tetris. I rule.
1:46 - Smugly realize I was correct about pre-judging movie.

2:12 - Exit theatre. Throw trash in garbage because I can be a decent sort.

2:19 - Arrive McDonald's drive-thru to treat self because I am a working man now. Two double cheeseburgers for two-bucks. And yes, my Two Double Cheeseburgers For Two Bucks ditty is nearly complete... Thanks for asking.

2:24 - Arrive home.

4:05 - Begin writing review. Don't ask me about the time gap. It's need to know...

5:20 - Wash dishes, make bed, pick up stuff wife can never know about used during time gap, brush teeth, jump in shower: All that shit normal people do in the morning...

5:32 - Sit at desk. Continue writing review. Hear wife's keys hit the front door.

5:33 - Implement George Costanza Plan Alpha: Act annoyed and frustrated at desk so wife believes I'm working hard and not enjoying self. You know, like it was a real job.

6:00 - Finish review. Read it over. Reconcile myself to the fact that when someone writes a review like this about Beautiful Loser I'll have it coming...

6:01 - Begin television watching.

11:32 - Bed.

Noon: Wake up, crack of... Get that warm feeling knowing I don't have to work today...

Monday, June 04, 2007

Uh, Oh...

On IMDB's movie buzz meter, BL dropped 8% from last week to 6040.

We're doomed... Doomed...

My personal ranking collapsed even further. Maybe that screening didn't go as well as I thought...

The Sopranos:
Hey, are you guys watching The Sopranos? Don't you just love that A.J. has become Tony's worst nightmare? Tony always said he wanted to keep AJ out of the family business, but you know his son becoming a whiney little sniveling punk is the worst possible scenario. I loved how we were led to believe that little sociopath would walk in his father's footsteps only to wind up a basket case all-about-me-crybaby.

Man, I'm gonna miss that show.

Recent reviews:
Knocked Up -- dug it
The Good German -- yeech
The Waitress -- isn't quirky really just irony gone retarded? That being said, I think Keri Russell's going to be a major movie star.
Mission Impossible III -- really dug it.
The Da Vinci Code -- yeechier
This has been a movie reviewing moment...