Well, dear readers, I am eating some cheddar Chex mix. I ask you, where can you read such a sentence on all the Internet? Nowhere, that’s where. I am quite content eating my cheddar Chex mix whilst writing these here notes. Of course, I can’t eat and type at the same time or else I get unseemly cheddar Chex mix residue on Ye Olde Fingers and hence on Ye Olde Keyboarde. So, in reality, I am not eating some cheddar Chex mix, but am, in fact, taking a pause from eating cheddar Chex mix. Have I really just written an entire paragraph about cheddar Chex mix? The mind boggles and the head reels. Or is it the mind reels and the head boggles? Where was I? Oh, yes, the cheddar Chex mix and how I’m not actually eating it as I type these here notes. Speaking of these here notes, yesterday was a nice day. For example, I got up. That was nice. I then prepared a few packages for shipping and then posted the packages, every single one of them. Then I came back and had a meeting with Mr. Kevin Spirtas about our new show. We talked through some songs and ideas, played a few CDs, and then the meeting was over. I then did some errands and whatnot, and then it was time for me to toddle off to eat and then attend a French film. I had an early supper at Greenblatt’s Deli across from the DGA. I know people love this jernt, but this was my third meal there and I think it is maybe the worst deli in the world. The food is abysmal for the most part. Their ranch dressing is the worst I’ve ever had, their cole slaw was grotesquely bad. The kishka was okay, and my pastrami sandwich wasn’t terrible but was hardly better than mediocre. It will be my final trip to Greenblatt’s.
I then went to the DGA and was there one hour early. There was a small line even that far in advance, and within fifteen minutes the line was huge. There had been some free seminar prior to the screening and those people (about 100) had been ushered into a private room for some wine and cheese. In any case, they didn’t open the doors until seven-fifteen (for a seven-thirty show), and when they did they let all those people in the wine and cheese room into the theater first. That certainly did not sit well with me and it certainly did not sit well with others. I still managed to get the seat I wanted but I was quite annoyed. When queried about why they did that, a gentleman said, “We just decided to.” Mind you, the seminar was free, we all paid exactly the same price to see the movie, so why were those people brought in ahead of people who’d been standing on line for forty-five minutes? It’s not going to be an issue tonight, but it will be an issue tomorrow, and I will be speaking to someone about it, because if that’s going to happen on Thursday, they can return my money for that film because I will not put up with that again. After that, there aren’t any more seminars so it will presumably be a little more organized and fair.
The film was entitled Tell No One, made by a youngish French film actor turned director. Interestingly, the film is based on an American novel by Harlan Coben and it’s surprising that an American film company didn’t do a film based on it, as it’s sort of a natural. Tell No One isn’t a great film, but it has its moments and it has really good performances. Certainly its director, Guilluame Canet, is competent. Where he fails is in his choices of how the film is scored musically. It’s dreadful, and it basically almost kills the film – it’s just a few rock songs, and then some droning electric guitar chords. Francois Cluzet, a marvelously marvelous actor, is terrific as a man who’s wife is killed by a serial killer. Jean Rochefort appears in a small role, as do Kristin Scott Thomas and Nathalie Baye. Mr. Canet also doesn’t have any sense of pace – the film runs a way-too-long two hours and twenty minutes, and its denouement is endless and convoluted and actually got some unintended laughs.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got some cheddar Chex mix to finish and then I must hit the road to dreamland.
The Direct TV people came and cut down the shrub that always grows in front of the dish. That’s a very Ionesco-like sentence, isn’t it?
Today, I must type up a proposal that will probably take me most of the morning, then I must send said proposal, then I shall start in doing my second round of proofing, then I shall sup, then I shall attend another French motion picture entertainment.
I continue to watch the best of Larry Sanders DVD, and there really are some hilarious episodes. Some don’t land too well, but the ones that do are truly laugh out loud funny. The character of Larry is so weirdly off-putting yet lovable, and Shandling is really good. There are a lot of extras, and I’ve watched a couple of the interviews done by Shandling for the set – he looks very strange now, and unless he’s putting on for the camera, he acts even stranger than he looks.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write a proposal, drive about in my motor car, sup, and see a French motion picture entertainment. 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, shall we. And I shall now finish my third helping of cheddar Chex mix and the unseemly residue be damned.