Well, dear readers, the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody knows where it really ends (whoa-oh-oh). My goodness, where did that come from? That was most outré, wasn’t it? I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you find a quote from the Burt Bacharach/Hal David song from Lost Horizon? Nowhere, that’s where. What I meant to say was that the world is being very peculiar right now. But instead I said the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody knows where it really ends (whoa-oh-oh). Are the planets aligned in a funny way right now? Is Jupiter on a collision course with Uranus? Is that why drivers have gone completely off the deep end in Los Angeles, California, USA? I gotta tell you… Of course, now I can’t get that fershluganah World Is A Circle song out of my fershluganah head. Speaking of my fershluganah head, yesterday the world was very peculiar. For example, I woke up. That was peculiar. Then I had to deal with an endless array of annoying e-mails and whatnot. Then I had to attend a meeting with Miss Joan Ryan and Mr. Kirby Tepper. We were going to Aroma, but Aroma is now so completely hopeless, with its trendy little Valley Village cretins causing endless lines, just so that these out-of-work screenwriters and actors can sit and be seen all the livelong day, that we bailed and went down the street to a little Eyetalian café. Mr. Tepper was late, so Joan and I went over stuff. I then had to put money in my meter, and when I went to do so I noticed that I’d parked quite a ways from Ye Olde Curb, so I went to move the car closer. Only the car didn’t move because the car didn’t start, the car was deader than the careers of those who were at Aroma. That’s when I began to think that Mercury was rising or Pluto was protruding or whatever was going on in the heavens. I went back and met with Kirby and also called the Auto Club. They showed up a half-hour later, found that the terminal that connected to the car battery was so corroded it barely had any metal left. He got the car started and assured me I’d get to a gas station just fine. He left, and I began the one mile drive to the gas station. I got six blocks and the car died again. I had to wait another half-hour and then was towed to the gas station. Once there, they replaced the terminal and because the battery was going to give up the ghost in a few weeks, I got a new battery. I then came home, made a few fixes on the latest pages, then went to Staples and printed them out, as well as made a couple of copies of the Brain script to send to various and sundried folks. After that, I came home and packaged up a bunch of stuff to ship this morning. After that, I toddled off to sup and then attend a French motion picture.
Last night, I attended a showing of a French motion picture entitled Bye Bye Blackbird. As most of you know, I’m quite fond of French cinema and most of the really decent films I see these days are French. Even the ones that are trying to be hip and trendy are better than their American counterparts. So, it pains me to say that Bye Bye Blackbird is an awful film. First of all, I knew there was something wrong when the main titles were in English. This was confirmed when the film began and was spoken in English by even its French cast members. In fact, 99% of the film is in English, with only one brief scene in French and subtitled. The film stars quite a few Brits, including Derek Jacobi. The other known actor is Michael Lonsdale. The film takes place in the early part of the 20th century, and involves circus performers. The director looks like he’s in his early twenties, and boy does his film reek of being that age. It’s like someone gave a film school student a lot of money and so every frame of the film screams “look at how good I can direct!” The direction may be competent visually, but if you can’t tell a story, no matter what kind of story, then you are not a director. Poor Derek Jacobi chews every bit of scenery in evidence – where is the actor who was so marvelous in I, Claudius? Not in this movie. Michael Lonsdale is fine, as are the other actors, but they cannot survive the awful, banal, and pointless plotting and dialogue. Most of the film is completely incomprehensible and it so wants to be poetic but more often than not is merely pathetic. The director was in attendance and mumbled some comments at the beginning, but I left right after the film and didn’t hear his Q&A. The film was finished in 2005 and has been kicking around the festival circuit – why any film festival would allow such a film as this is an enigma wrapped inside a conundrum.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody knows where it really ends (whoa-oh-oh).
Today will be a non-stop day for me. I have to get up early, jog, then ship out these packages, then deliver pages to my muse Margaret, then have a two-hour rehearsal with Merissa Haddad and John Boswell, then have a two-hour meeting with Mr. Kevin Spirtas, then head out to David Wechter’s for a meal and work session at a local eatery – local, that is, in his neck of the woods, which is nowhere near my neck of the woods or even my knee of the woods. I hope to be home at a reasonable hour.
Tomorrow will, I hope, be a relatively calm day and the only plan I have is supping with a faculty member of LACC. And I hope that whatever Mercury in retrograde thing is going on ends soon – I have never seen crazier, more dangerous driving than I have in the last two weeks. One of these days, I’m going to blow my stack in a way that will not be good for me and/or the drivers who are being insane and potential killers.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, ship, deliver, rehearse, meet, drive, meet and eat. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any 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 and don’t forget that the world is a circle without a beginning and nobody knows where it really ends (whoa-oh-oh).