Well, dear readers, my car is all fixed up and mended and looks brand spanking new, and I no longer have to drive the behemoth SUV. The body shop did a great job and I’m now thinking about taking my very own body over there to get some refurbishment. I’ve got a few dents and dings, maybe they can fix them, what do you think? Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if there were such body shops (and I don’t mean gyms) – you could bet a new frame, a fresh paint job, a new rear bumber, all within a matter of days. Yes, I think that would be splendidly splendid and it would become very popular with the populace.
Last night I watched a motion picture entitled Die Another Day, starring Mr. Pierce Brosnan as Mr. Bond, James Bond. They should let this series die, that is my feeling, or hire someone who will have the guts to go back and discover what made the early Sean Connery Bond films work so well. Because they’ve lost the magic and yes, Virginia, there was considerable magic. Oh, it’s huge, and it has endless stunts, and its loud and it’s not too long – but it’s leaden, has no humor at all (well, it tries a few times) and takes itself way too seriously (as does Mr. Brosnan). The main title song is an all-time low for this series. Madonna sings it (she’s in the film, too, in one scene, and she’s awful) and frankly anybody does it better. It sounds like the song came from Hipsville with Hate, it sounds like it was written with a tin finger, it sounds like it needs a doctor, yes, and I wish they’d just let it die and let die. The director, Lee Tamorhini just can’t resist using all the latest and tired movie-making clichés – the sped-up shots, the slowed-down shots (ala The Matrix) and it’s all a bore and Ian Fleming and James Bond and the audience deserves better. Oh, well, according to the box Jeffrey Lyons loved it – I should have known right then and there to skip it.
What am I, Ebert and Roper all of a sudden? Tonight I shall be going to the opening of Lily Tomlin at the Ahmanson Theater. I saw the show when it originally was on Broadway and I adored it, and I’m looking forward to seeing it again this evening. I shall not be dining at Otto’s.
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Yesterday, I went to the official website for all things West Side Story. They have a chat board there and I had a question. I’d visited the imdb to see when West Side Story, the movie, had opened. The imdb said December of 1961, which sounded like a load of hooey to me. So, I went to that chat board and asked the question and of course I was right – the film opened in mid-October. The imdb, which people seem to use as gospel, is so riddled with errors and incorrect information it’s ridiculous. And no matter how many times you e-mail them corrections, they rarely, if ever, implement them. In any case, I saw that one of the other posters to the board was David Winters, the man who played Baby John on Broadway, and A-Rab in the film. Frankly, I thought he was dead. But, there he was, and we have exchanged both posts and e-mails. For those who haven’t visited www.brucekimmel.com and learned all about me, David and I worked together twice – he choreographed Donny and Marie and hence me, and he directed the film Racquet, in which I appeared. He’s still at it, directing and producing films – he’s currently in Asia, where his latest one the “audience favorite” award at the Bangkok film festival. Since Mr. Winters will actually make a brief appearance in Kritzer 3, I was able to ascertain certain facts which I need for the book. As the Sherman Brothers once said: It’s a small world.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and also yon, I must write like the wind and vice versa and then I must go off to see Miss Lily Tomlin. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask your excellent questions. However, since I won’t be able to answer them, we’re going to skip Ask BK Day, which will return next week. Today, we’ll have Ask Dear Reader Day, the day in which you get to ask each other all manner of excellent questions. Anything you ever wanted to know about any other dear reader you may ask and they will answer you with total candor and maybe even total ebb. If anyone has a question for me, ask it, and I’ll answer within the posts up until I leave. Post away, my pretties.