Well, dear readers, it is Friday, another almost end of week, and a day of short notes. The winds seem to have died down. Last night, my friend, Mr. Nick Redman, and I were out doing things and the wind was so strong it was like we were walking in slow motion. There was one point where we could barely walk at all, so strong was the wind. But now it’s gone with the wind and in with sunny stillness. Yes, Virginia, today we shall have sunny stillness, because the wind has gone from whence it came. It will probably stay away now for quite some time because let’s face it, sometimes it’s simply the wayward wind. What the hell am I talking about? And why should we face “it”? Does “it” face us? Frankly, I’m tired of doing things for “it” and never getting anything in return.
Last night I watched the first two thirds of a motion picture entitled Man’s Favorite Sport, starring Mr. Rock Hudson and Miss Paula Prentiss, directed by Mr. Howard Hawks. This DVD was supposed to be out ages ago, but has never shown up anywhere that I know of. I found it last night in a “used” bin. In any case, it’s a lovely transfer, and the film is not without its charms, especially the kookie Miss Prentiss’ performance. It’s Mr. Hawks revisiting his Bringing up Baby mode, but at a pace so leisurely that at times it’s numbing. The film runs just a little over two hours, which is at least twenty minutes too long. Still, there are many humorous Hawksian scenes, and it’s got a bouncy Mancini score, too.
Has anyone noticed that the wind is wayward and gone? Isn’t it time to click on the Unseemly Button before the winds come back and cause us to walk in slow motion again?
Nope, the wind is still dead as a doornail and we all know how dead a doornail is, don’t we? Doornails are morte, as the French say. We have morte winds and there are no one or even two ways about it. Morte Winds. That sounds like a Catskills comic, doesn’t it?
“Ladies and Gentleman, please stop eating for a minute and welcome Morte Winds.”
“Hello, ladies and germs, it was so cold this morning that I fell out of bed and broke my pajamas.”
That Morte Winds sure is amusing on some level, isn’t he? We had a small earthquake last night, but thank goodness it came and went very quickly, which is how I like my earthquakes – shaken but not stirred.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must do errands, I must travel hither and thither along the byways and highways or, at the very least, along the hyways and bighways. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD and DVD/video players? I’ll start – DVD – Man’s Favorite Sport, Cinema Europe, the final three episodes of the marvelous BBC series, and Mr. Sam Peckinpah’s Straw Dogs, from Criterion. CD – Mr. Lalo Schifrin’s strange THX 1138, and Mr. Bronislau Kaper’s Home from the Hill. Your turn.