Well, dear readers, here it is, Sunday, and I intend to relax, to write, and to relax, not necessarily in that order. Today already feels a Sunday kind of Sunday, doesn’t it? For example, last Sunday felt like a Monday kind of Sunday, but today feels like a Sunday kind of Sunday. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Yesterday I had two count the two nice meetings and did lots of errands, including picking up the brand spanking new Billy Wilder Box Set of DVDs. Some of the DVDs included in the box have already come out (The Apartment, The Fortune Cookie, Irma La Douce, Some Like it Hot, and Witness for the Prosecution) but the others are all new to DVD (Avanti, Kiss Me, Stupid, One, Two, Three, and The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes). I’ve already checked the transfers out, and all the scope black and white films look very nice if not pristine, and Sherlock Holmes (scope and color) is the same source material as the laserdisc, i.e. it looks nice but not pristine (the photography by Christopher Challis is shot with a lot of diffusion). One does wish they’d taken a bit more care, but all the transfers of the new titles are enhanced, so that’s nice. Last night I watched all of One, Two, Three, and I really do like this film a lot – it’s dated, yes, but it’s farcical elements are still very funny and the performances, in the words of Scarlett Hazeltine, are “marvy”. James Cagney never stops talking throughout the entire film and his performance and pacing is amazing. Also delightful is Arlene Francis as his long-suffering wife, Horst Bucholtz, Lilo Pulver and just about everyone else.
I then watched most of a motion picture entitled Who Killed Teddy Bear, which I got on VCD. I haven’t seen this movie in over twenty-five years, and it’s as strange and sleazy as I remembered. Its title song is on our new album, so I had an interest to see it again. It’s quite a cast – Sal Mineo (in his underwear a lot of the time), Juliet Prowse, Elaine Stritch and Jan Murray as a detective. It’s ineptly directed by Joseph Cates who, I believe, was a Broadway producer. There are some fleeting shots of Broadway theaters playing shows like Any Wednesday, Luv and Victor Borge. I’ll finish watching it tonight.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Let’s all click on the Unseemly Button below because aren’t I supposed to be relaxing, writing and relaxing?
Has anyone noticed that it feels like a Sunday kind of Sunday rather than a Tuesday kind of Sunday? Don’t forget, tonight is our Unseemly Live Chat at six o’clock Pacific Mean Daylight Savings Time. You simply must attend as it is bound to be too too. Be there or be round. Also, I hope Donald will tell us the results of the radio show poll and also let us know what radio show will be up and running today. And I believe there will be a new entry to Juliana’s Journal up today, as well. And read the Unseemly Interview – it’s getting quite a good reaction.
Tomorrow I will be shooting a mere five minutes away from my very own home, right here in the City of Studio, so that will mean practically no travel time, which will be nice.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must relax, write, and relax, not necessarily in that order, and I must also take time out to eat various and sundried foodstuffs. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you get to discuss any old thing your collective hearts desire. So, let’s have some topics, a lot of posts (we did very well yesterday) and I’ll check back often. And I will see you all at the Unseemly Live Chat.