Wheel within a wheel
I woke up this morning to some sad news. Followed immediately by some happy. One person left us, another joined in. All within the space of an hour or so.
I'm leaving on a jet plane in just under a week. It seems slightly surreal, going from shiva to baby naming (assuming it happens in time) to vacation to film fest planning to work to film fest attending all in a row like that. Hell, that doesn't include poker, or movies, or podcast, or radio show, or anything else.
I took Max to see 2 movies yesterday, a mini film festival of his own. To paraphrase Wooderson, every year I get older, but the disney movies stay the same age. We saw Herbie: Fully Loaded (no doubt a subtle hint to adult viewers) and Sky High (no doubt a subtle hint to adult viewers.)
Except for the haircuts and Lindsay Lohan's prodigious talent(s) I might as well have been watching The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes or The Shaggy D.A. There's no reason for pg rated entertainment to be this bland, folks. Sky High especially suffers form an overwhelming capitulation to the generic. There simply is no excuse for a movie about the various cliques and social divisions of High School life to be this lifeless. Herbie fares slightly better, if only because of the inspiration to make the little bug bond emotionally with its new owner and therefore take on some of her characteristics and abilities. Like the ability to skateboard and trick off of everything, something that isn't used nearly enough in the ensuing action.
Max liked the cars, of course, and the superhero stuff. Tellingly, he did not exit the theatre with an immediate plea to own the dvd's of these movies. This is as close as a modern five year old gets to hating something; not wanting to own it on dvd.
I shouldn't slag Ms. Lohan, something the press has been doing an admirable job of lately. The fact remains that she is the most talented and charismatic actress of her generation, and the only one able to truly carry a mediocre vehicle (sorry!) like this one (I don't consider Jessica Simpson's appearance in Dukes of Hazzard to actually be acting. Bringing in a crowd that simply wants to "tap that ass" as the daily show put it is not the same as hoisting a narrative on your shoulders for the long haul.) The problem is that every time her "father" Michael Keaton leans in to her for a big old hug, it just feels a bit icky. Cause you know that if they were just hanging out as actors he'd be trying to put the moves on her like there was no tomorrow.
Ewww.
I'm leaving on a jet plane in just under a week. It seems slightly surreal, going from shiva to baby naming (assuming it happens in time) to vacation to film fest planning to work to film fest attending all in a row like that. Hell, that doesn't include poker, or movies, or podcast, or radio show, or anything else.
I took Max to see 2 movies yesterday, a mini film festival of his own. To paraphrase Wooderson, every year I get older, but the disney movies stay the same age. We saw Herbie: Fully Loaded (no doubt a subtle hint to adult viewers) and Sky High (no doubt a subtle hint to adult viewers.)
Except for the haircuts and Lindsay Lohan's prodigious talent(s) I might as well have been watching The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes or The Shaggy D.A. There's no reason for pg rated entertainment to be this bland, folks. Sky High especially suffers form an overwhelming capitulation to the generic. There simply is no excuse for a movie about the various cliques and social divisions of High School life to be this lifeless. Herbie fares slightly better, if only because of the inspiration to make the little bug bond emotionally with its new owner and therefore take on some of her characteristics and abilities. Like the ability to skateboard and trick off of everything, something that isn't used nearly enough in the ensuing action.
Max liked the cars, of course, and the superhero stuff. Tellingly, he did not exit the theatre with an immediate plea to own the dvd's of these movies. This is as close as a modern five year old gets to hating something; not wanting to own it on dvd.
I shouldn't slag Ms. Lohan, something the press has been doing an admirable job of lately. The fact remains that she is the most talented and charismatic actress of her generation, and the only one able to truly carry a mediocre vehicle (sorry!) like this one (I don't consider Jessica Simpson's appearance in Dukes of Hazzard to actually be acting. Bringing in a crowd that simply wants to "tap that ass" as the daily show put it is not the same as hoisting a narrative on your shoulders for the long haul.) The problem is that every time her "father" Michael Keaton leans in to her for a big old hug, it just feels a bit icky. Cause you know that if they were just hanging out as actors he'd be trying to put the moves on her like there was no tomorrow.
Ewww.
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