Well, dear readers, right after I’d posted yesterday’s notes, some men came to my street, men with big machines, and they started to rip up a portion of the street. These machines were making so much noise that my house was literally shaking. Now there are holes in my street, holes I tell you, but hopefully the men with the big machines will be done with their work soon and they will repave the street. I think these men with big machines don’t do anything – I think they are part of some program the city provides. They give work to these men with big machines – and their job is to go into nice quiet neighborhoods and rip up the streets. There is nothing wrong with the streets, that is my opinion. They just rip them up, repave them, and move on. I do not like men with big machines. I gave them quite a nasty look as I drove past them singing Summertime Love from Greenwillow at the top of my lungs. That taught them a lesson they’ll never forget. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
Last night I watched a motion picture entertainment entitled Wait Until Dark, starring the lovely and incandescent Miss Audrey Hepburn, along with Alan Arkin, Richard Crenna and Jack Weston. I love this movie, even though the husband character (Efram Zimbalist, Jr.) is one of the worst-written idiots in the history of film. But everything else works splendidly. It has one of Mr. Henry Mancini’s finest scores, and one of the biggest jumps in screen history. I saw the film opening day at the Egyptian Theater, and I’m here to tell you that the scream and the accompanying jump was so loud they could probably hear it at the Brown Derby. The jump never fails to work and I have analyzed it and I think it’s because even if you’ve seen the film and know it’s coming up, it happens a half-second later than you think it’s going to happen, and it catches me by surprise every time. I wish I had better things to say about the transfer. It’s certainly decent, enhanced for widescreen TVs and all – but the source material is surprisingly littered with marks and is also noticibly on the brown side. The colors are all there, but it does not look like the Technicolor print I owned. There really is no excuse for this sort of thing anymore – all they had to do was look at a Tech print and match the color – in this case, add some blue. Then the color, at least, would have been perfect. Still, if you love the film, this is all you’re going to get for awhile, so buy it and enjoy it.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am frankly or even georgely concerned that men with big machines will show up again and I do not wish to be here if they do.
Yesterday I signed all my Important Papers. It took one hour and I had a headache afterwards, but it’s done, and hopefully the rest of the process will proceed apace and by the end of next week all will be a bit better. So, send those excellent Hainsies/Kimlet vibes or, at the very least, those excellent Hainsies/Kimlets xylophones.
Tomorrow she of the Evil Eye will be at the house, so I will be having to leave quite early. Then, tomorrow night I will be viewing an IB Technicolor 35mm print of The Wizard of Oz, a motion picture entertainment starring, Miss Judy Garland. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work all the livelong day, and then I must come home and sit on the couch like so much fish and entertain myself with the story of The Randy Vicar and Jason Graae. Oh, that’s a good one. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – DVD, a very strange film by Larry Cohen, entitled God Told Me To. How strange is this film? Well, for starters, it features A Chorus Line’s Tony award-winning Sammy Williams as a sniper. Up after that will be The Quatermass Xperiment, which I just got on a region two DVD. CD, a plethora of CDs which have to do with the album I’ve decided to do of which more later. Your turn, and let’s have loads of lovely posts for me to read all the livelong day.