Well, dear readers, they were excellent questions. They are always excellent questions. But rather than give half-buttcheek answers here is what we’re going to do. I shall post the answers on Saturday, when I will have time to do them justice without rushing through them. After all, fools rush in, they say, and why should I be a fool. Why, if I were a fool then I’d have to ask the eternal question, “What kind of fool am I” and the next thing you know I’d be doing my Anthony Newley/Joel Grey version of the song, which I call Duelling Fools. So, here is what we’ll do from now on: Ask BK Day will move to Fridays for the duration of my working on this series. I do hate change, but as the robber said to the lady whose purse he stole – “I thought the change would do me good.” Do forgive me, but I’m simply too too too (that is three toos, for a total of six) exhausted to even think about it.
I started viewing tapes today. This is very different for me – much straighter than what I’m used to and they do have their way of doing things, which will take me a few days to get with. For the bit I’m working on, there are forty count them forty tapes to go through. But I really like the people I’m with, and it’s always a pleasure working with Mr. David Wechter. Plus, we eat lunch together and have a grand time doing so. We’re both on a Fit for Life diet – eating lots of bushes and shrubs and things. If I am to appear on camera (and I am) I must be svelte and trim with abs and buns of steel. Luckily and thankfully, they pushed our trip one week, so I don’t have to leave town this weekend, which will be heaven.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before fools rush in and spoil the broth. “Before fools rush in and spoil the broth?” What in tarnation is that supposed to mean. Next I’ll be saying fools rush in with a slotted spoon.
Fools rush in with a slotted spoon. You see, you see, I knew I’d say it. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
There was some mighty fine bitch-slapping going on over at rec.arts.theatre.musicals. My, oh my. There was bitch-slapping from here to eternity, and it was well-deserved in my book (Chapter 8 – Bitch-Slapping is Well-Deserved So By All Means Go to It).
Last night (and tonight) I watched Woody Allen’s latest motion picture, Hollywood Ending. I must tell you that I have really detested most of Mr. Allen’s output in recent years (with the notable exception of Sweet and Lowdown, Mr. Allen’s version of Mr. Fellini’s La Strada). And his last, Curse of the Jade Scorpion, was so bad in every way that I thought Mr. Allen should just call it a day. We often call “it” a “day” around here, just for the fun of it. And sometimes we call “day” an “it” but that seems like less fun, somehow. What the hell am I talking about? Oh, yes, Hollywood Dreams. Well, it’s not a great movie, but it has several huge laughs in it (one of them had me on the floor for five minutes) and the casting was really good, I thought. Tea Leoni grew on me and by the end of it I liked her. Treat Williams, who I normally cannot stand, was very good here. Mr. Allen has a new cameraman, so gone is the yellow hue of all his films done with the Chinese cameraman he’s used for his last few pictures. In fact, in the film within the film, the director Mr. Allen plays uses a Chinese cameraman. Anyway, this new cameraman is all candy colors and soft edges and it suits this film really well. It’s too long by ten minutes, but still, any film that hands me a few big laughs is okay by me.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must view endless tapes, I must eat bushes and shrubs and be Fit for Life because fools rush in with wild gooseberry jam. Who here remember what the Thursday topic of discussion is? It is what’s currently in your DVD or video player, and what is in your various and sundried CD players? I’ll start: DVD – Woody’s movie, VHS, the first episode of this season’s The Sopranos. CD player – Mr. Tommy Krasker was kind enough to send me Mr. Phillip Chaffin’s CD, which I’ve been enjoying. I mean, he sings one of my all-time favorite songs, At Last, so I was predisposed to like it. Plus, some of the orchestrations are by our very own Larry Moore. Your turn.