Well, dear readers, I’m plum tired. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am plum tired. Not apricot tired, mind you, or even peach tired, no, I am plum tired. What fruit has to do with my being tired, I have no idea, but the fact of the matter is I am plum tired. The days have been long and crazy and the nights, on the other hand, have been crazy and long. Still, things are getting done, problems are hopefully getting solved, actors are hopefully getting cast, and the word goes round and round and round and round and round and round and round – what am I, Liza Minnelli all of a sudden? Speaking of Liza Minnelli, yesterday was a day that made me plum tired. For example, I got up. That made me plum tired. This is the second day in a row that someone has awakened me by hammering something in the early morning hours. This piece of dog snot hammers for a total of three minutes and then is never heard from again, until the following early morning hours. If I am awakened this morning by the sound of hammering, I will speak to the piece of dog snot is a stern tone of voice and I will suggest that he hammers his own head until he knocks some common sense into said head. I then had a whirlwind of e-mails, then had to run down to LACC for a meeting, then came home, then had not only a whirlwind of e-mails but also a volley of e-mails, all of them positive and we’re now hoping we’re on the way to resolving the funding of the fundraiser. All of those whirlwinds and volleys made me plum tired. I spoke to our casting director, I had to go fax some documents, I had to eat some lunch, I had to make some telephonic calls, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching a motion picture on DVD entitled Jeanne Eagles, starring Miss Kim Novak, and directed by Mr. George Sidney. This odd film purports to tell the story of actress Jeanne Eagles. I gather the film plays fast and loose with reality. I normally enjoy these sorts of bio-pics, but Jeanne Eagles is such a weird film I just didn’t know what to make of it. Miss Eagles is presented as someone who will do anything to get ahead, and she’s horrible to those around her, causes another actress to commit suicide because of her behavior, treats poor Jeff Chandler like mud, and it’s just unrelenting right through to the end. Miss Novak has never looked more beautiful, and at times she’s fine in the role, but most of the time she’s not very good, I’m afraid, with some real laugh-inducing bad acting moments that are almost high-schoolish in their awfulness. The film is handsomely shot and well directed, but it’s a very dark film and not that entertaining. It does have a wonderful score by the wonderful George Duning. The transfer on the DVDR is anamorphic and terrific. I then watched another motion picture on DVD, which was entitled Crime Wave, a film noir from Warners, starring Mr. Gene Nelson, Miss Phyllis Kirk, and Mr. Sterling Hayden. It’s a very tight little film, crisply directed by Mr. Andre De Toth, and shot all on location all over Los Angeles, California, USA. But, as always, they never show you enough of the locations so that you know where you really are. Oh, Union Station we know, but streets that I’m sure were located in Burbank near Warners were just shot so you couldn’t see enough of them, which I find very annoying. The final bank robbery takes place at wherever Bank Of America was located in Glendale. You do get great views of the streets, but they’re so different now it was really hard to tell where they were. I saw a movie theater called the Glendale, but I have no idea where it was located. But we did get a brief shot of the back of the Alex Theatre, where we’ll be doing our fundraiser come November. Mr. Nelson is okay, Miss Kirk is very good, and Mr. Hayden is really annoying as a brusque cop. Good support is provided by the always-reliable Ted de Corsia, and there are brief appearances by Hank Worden and Timothy Carey. The transfer is fine.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Well, let’s all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m plum tired and my lids are heavy.
Have I mentioned that I’m plum tired. After the movies, David Wechter and I did our final tweak on the Brain’s exit speech and the business that follows, and we finally came up with what we’d been searching for all along, and I think it’s going to work splendidly. I’m going to insert it into the script, and then send the new pdf to all concerned in New York.
Today, Mr. Nick Redman and I are heading out to Calabasas or somewhere like that to attend a function, which I’ll tell you more about later. That should take a few hours, and then I’ll return to get my dry cleaning, to make telephonic calls, and to do other last-minute stuff I need to do before coming to New York, New York on Sunday. For you New Yorkers, I think I’ll be meeting dear reader elmore on Sunday night for a meal, so hopefully whoever’s around can join us – most likely at Joe Allen.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, go to a little function, and do a whole slew of other things. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, Syliva Telles singing Jobim. DVD, more film noir. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I take my plum tired butt cheeks into Ye Olde Bedroom, where I shall hopefully get a good night’s sleep.