Well, dear readers, I have many things to do today, so I think I shall write abbreviated notes. Ys, tdy, I shl wrt abbvtd nts. Hmmm, I don’t like the look of that, do you? First of all, one could translate that any number of ways. For example: Years toddy, I shul wart abbreviated nuts. No, that will not do, it simply will not do. I shall not write abbreviated notes. I shall write brief notes. Of course, what if we have folks who wear boxers? Then what good will the brief notes be? No, that will not do, it simply will not do. Well, I’ll just keep these notes short and sweet and also sweet and short. First of all, I’m going to meet an eBay seller in the Oaks of Sherman to pick up that high school recording of Li’l Abner that I bought the other night. Then I must hie myself back to the home environment to meet the Floor People, who will decide what to do with the little problem in the bedroom environment. After that, I must write, then must do errands and pick up packages and whatnot. So, it shall be a busy little day. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled The River, directed by Jean Renoir, and written by Mr. Renoir and Miss Rumer Godden (from her marvelously marvelous novel). To be brief or boxer, the film is a small masterpiece. It’s a beautifully told slice of life about an English family living in India, focusing on the effect a visitor has on the girls in the family. It’s all gloriously shot on location, with superb performances by everyone. It’s one of the most beautiful of early color films, and there’s never been anything quite like it. It makes me sad that movies like this can’t get made anymore – if they could I think we’d see the Kritzer books on screen. That is, if there were the equivalent of a Renoir or a Truffaut or a Robert Mulligan to do them. I wish I could say I was bowled over by the transfer. The film has undergone a restoration, but it’s still doesn’t look the way Technicolor prints of the film did. It’s not terrible or anything – it’s the best it’s looked on home video – I just wish the colors popped more. A tiny bit of color work in the telecine room would have helped. In any case, if you’ve never seen this great movie, check it out. It’s perfection.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must not tarry or dally or even dally or tarry.
Yesterday, I got quite a bit of writing done. As I’ve said, parts of this book are great fun to write. Other parts are a bit difficult for various and sundried reasons, but it’s all challenging, which is what I enjoy. I also played through more music, and have made at least two more final selections for the Guy Haines album. I’ll be meeting with Mr. Grant Geissman tomorrow at some point.
I have realized that the notes these days don’t have a lot of variety or even a lot of Hollywood reporter. That is because I tend to do the exact same thing every day, so the reportage is limited in viewpoint. It’s also sometimes difficult for me to have much creativity after writing a goodly number of pages. So, I hope I’m not boring all of you dear readers. I do have some plans for this weekend and I’ll have lots of interesting things to report, so stay tuned.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, I must pick up my eBay winnings, I must pick up packages, I must be here for the Floor People, and then I must write some more. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you dear readers get to ask me or any other dear reader any old question you like, and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, none of them abbvtd lk thse hre nts.