Well, dear readers, guess what? It’s time to put on your pointy party hats and your colored tights and pantaloons, it’s time to break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, it’s time to dance the hora and the hokey pokey because we’ve got a birthday to celebrate. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we’ve got a birthday to celebrate and by gum and by golly by Birdie we’re going to celebrate. Today is dear reader Laura’s birthday (that would be Laura, mother of Sandra). Oh, what a party we shall have. We shall have merriment and mirth and laughter and legs and we shall boogaloo until the cows come home. So, let’s all give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to Laura. On the count of three – one, two, three: A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO LAURA (MOTHER OF SANDRA)!
Yesterday I picked up some brand spanking new DVDs, including In Cold Blood, The Bedford Incident, the two Babe movies (Babe and Babe in the City) and A Mighty Wind. I watched In Cold Blood immediately and boy does it hold up for the most part. The performances of Scott Wilson and Robert Blake are incredible, the direction (and script) is taut and tense (Mr. Richard Brooks), the camerawork by Conrad Hall is spectacular as is the score by Quincy Jones. It’s interesting watching Robert Blake’s performance now, because you must remember that this was his first major starring role in a film as an adult and no one knew who he (or Scott Wilson) was. The last twenty minutes are a bit preachy, but the film still packs a considerable wallop. The transfer is a dream – one of the sharpest black-and-white scope transfers ever (enhanced for widescreen TVs) – no extras, but well worth a purchase. I also finally got around to watching Mr. Francois Truffaut’s The 400 Blows. It’s a lovely film, also in black-and-white scope with moody photography by Henri Decae. What I most like about it is its free-form lack of structure. None of this screenwriting 101 act one, act two and act three stuff. Just little bits of life that when strung together make a portrait. They don’t make these kinds of films anymore and it’s a shame. Someone will do it soon, it will be a breath of fresh air, it will succeed, and then it will become fashionable again.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because we must continue our party on the other side of these here notes, don’t you know?
Don’t forget, our Unseemly Live Chat is this very evening, and Donald will have a brand spanking new radio show up this very afternoon. Tomorrow I will talk a little about Kritzer three and reveal its title so that we don’t have to ever call it Kritzer three again. Wouldn’t it be funny if the title was Kritzer Three? Don’t worry, it isn’t.
The exterminator man came and did his thing and now I can finally use the master bathroom again. It took a few hours for the smell to dissipate totally, but by last night it was gone and I took a nice long hot shower. For those who didn’t read yesterday’s posts, the offending Evil Rodent was a rat not a squirrel and that rat was dead as a doornail. The exterminator man showed it to me and it looked like a cardboard cut-out of a dead rat. He also put a heavy-duty screen over the vent so that nothing can ever get in there again – not bees, not flies, and not Evil Rodents. We do not like Evil Rodents, not in our vents, and not on other boards. So there, I say.
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 do errand, I must relax, and I must party until the fershluganah cows come home. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you make the topics and we all get to discuss them. So, let’s have loads of lovely posts on this lovely Sunday and I shall see you at our lovely live chat at six o’clock Pacific Mean Daylight Savings Time.