Well, dear readers, the sawers are silent this fine morning, however they were replaced by the low-flying helicopter. I do not like the low-flying helicopter. Just when we had blessed silence from the sawers the low-flying helicopter arrived, and circled and circled noisily until they knew I was awake. As soon as they knew I was awake they flew away. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
It was a little lonesome here at haineshisway.com this weekend but I suppose that happens every now and then. Still, we had fun, and if you missed either notes or posts then you simply must use the Unseemly Archive Button to catch up. Once you’ve caught up perhaps you can also catch down, for what is up without down and vice versa.
Last night I watched the gloriously divoon trashy potboiler known as The Carpetbaggers, written by the wonderful John Michael Hayes (Rear Window, etc.) from the novel by Harold Robbins. These kinds of films are quite fun and they most certainly don’t make them these days. George Peppard in his finest film role, Elizabeth Ashley as his long-suffering wife (in real life, too), the great Carroll Baker as Rina (I do believe the carnality of her performance helped smash the Code), and a terrific group of supporting players. However, for me the film belongs to Alan Ladd as Nevada Smith and Bob Cummings as The Agent. He is so smarmy and slimey and funny and he really just surprised the hell out of me. The other star of the film is composer Elmer Bernstein who keeps the whole two-and-a-half hour affair moving along so that you’re never ever bored. I’m now watching Nevada Smith, a sort of prequel made a year later, with Steve McQueen, and it’s very enjoyable as well.
Don’t forget, tonight is our Unseemly Live Chat and it’s going to start one hour earlier than usual, at five o’clock Pacific Mean Daylight Savings Time. We do hope that all you Hainsies/Kimlets will be able to join us for the merriment and mirth and laughter and legs.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a full day ahead and must get crackin’.
I would sincerely like to know why that low-flying helicopter was circling my home for ten minutes until it was sure I was totally awake. Were they searching for an outlaw? If so, why did they go away before finding said outlaw? Were they sent to my house by some prankster, to make enough noise to wake up the dead or the asleep? I would like an explanation but who can you call – the low-flying helicopter department?
This Thursday I shall be winging my way to New Jersey to take part in the Chiller convention. It’s in Meadowbrook, I believe and begins on Friday and lasts through the weekend. I will only be there on Friday and Saturday, however, and am flying home early Sunday morning. I keep meaning to get the address and phone number and I promise I’ll post it here in the next couple of days. You simply must stop by and say hello.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must leave my home to do a few things, then I must return to do a few things and by that time it will be time for our live chat. Today’s topic of discussion: What do you think of this new trend of reviving musicals which aren’t even twenty years old yet, or which have been recently revived in the last ten years (like Gypsy)? Obviously there wasn’t a “new” audience for Into the Woods. What are your thoughts, and if it were up to you what would you revive?