Well, dear readers, here it is, Friday. Okay, it’s not Friday – I just wanted to see who amongst you was paying attention. So, who amongst you was paying attention, and who just went with the flow and thought it was Friday? Let’s have a show of hands, please. Just as I thought. In any case, it’s Thursday, not Friday, but just as God made little green apples, as soon as Thursday is over it will be Friday. So it is written, so it shall be done. What am I, Cecil B. DeMille all of a sudden? Do you know that when Mr. DeMille first started making films he was known as Thoroughly Modern DeMille. So it is written, so it shall be done. But enough about Friday. I don’t want to think about Friday. I’ll think about Friday tomorrow. What am I, Scarlett O’Hara all of a sudden? Let’s talk about yesterday, shall we? Yesterday, for example, I got up. In fact, I was awakened by a phone call from my CD packaging designer. I then dove right in and wrote three pages of the short story I’m working on. I then proofed the master for After the Ball, and it sounded great and I approved it. I then did some errands, and then I wrote another page. It felt really good to write after a few days of not doing so. I then ate some silly food, and then I attended to a few more things that needed attending to. The last thing I did prior to writing these here notes was take a much-needed Jacuzzi.
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Diamond Head. I’d never seen the motion picture entitled Diamond Head, so I was looking forward to it. I knew it wasn’t supposed to be too good, but I was hoping it would be entertaining. Unfortunately, it’s quite a turgid little melodrama. It has a lot on its mind, especially racism, but it’s hard to take it seriously, when all the leading Hawaiian roles are played by people like James Darren and George Chakiris. I mean, if you’re going to make a film where one of the themes is racial intolerance, then have the guts to cast the race involved. But, watching Yvette Mimieux is always nice, and France Nuyen almost walks away with the film. Charlton Heston’s character is very strange, what with his somewhat unhealthy fixation on his sister (Yvette). The best thing about the film is the lush score by youngster Johnny Williams. The transfer is decent – scope, anamorphic, but not as good as it could be. The location photography is pretty, too.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below. So it is written, so it shall be done.
Today I must write some more, and then I have meetings with Miss Tammy Minoff, and then another meeting with an LACC faculty member later in the afternoon. I must also try to get these CD booklets put to bed, and I must firm up my deal with the pressing plant. I should hear the Guy Haines mastered CD early next week. I should also begin to see the rest of the website design early next week, as well. Everything is happening very fast, and it’s all very exhilarating and energizing.
I had a lovely invitation to view a brand new restored 35mm print of Billy Wilder’s Witness for the Prosecution, one of my favorite Wilder movies, from a short story by Dame Agatha Christie. I’m really looking forward to it. It’s a film I never tire of, and since I’m not that crazy about the rather poor DVD of it, it will be fun to see this new print.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must go hither and thither and, if I have a hankerin’ to, yon, I must drive about in my motor car, I must pick up some packages, and I must stay on top of everything. Today’s topic of discussion: Taking off from yesterday’s topic – what books did your parents have in the house that you picked up and read, and that got your imagination going and gave you a love for reading? Also, what were your favorite books as a child? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we? So it is written, so it shall be done. And, just in case anyone is still confused – it’s really Thursday.