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August 12, 2018:

LET’S GET METAPHYSICAL

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Well, dear readers, it is Sunday, a day of rest, and I will damn well rest because to not rest on a Sunday, a day of rest, means that one is not resting on a day designed for rest.  You see, these are metaphysical things I speak of, deep from the nether regions of the windmills of my mind.  Or, as Olivia Newton John once sang, Let’s Get Metaphysical.  What the HELL am I talking about?  Don’t I have notes to write so I can have a damn day of rest, not that I’ll have too much time to rest as there are a few things that must get done. 

Yesterday. Let’s start where we left off in the notes, shall we?  After I posted the notes, I finished watching the Atom Egoyan motion picture entitled Remember, starring Christopher Plummer and Martin Landau.  I was worried that what I was enjoying so much would not sustain, would devolve like so many films and end up a waste of celluloid.  But it did not.  It was compelling right through to the end and I quite liked every bit of it. The performances are great, it held my interest, it surprised me, and I liked Mr. Egoyan’s direction.  So, imagine my surprise to find that only one or two critics liked it, and most lambasted it quite harshly.  The biggest complaint was that it ripped off the film Memento – several said that, and I think those who said that are, well, let’s be kind – morons.  Others said the plot was filled with holes, was ludicrous, didn’t hold up.  Now, do keep in mind that these same morons are fine with Black Panther and Wonder Woman and Mission: Impossible 23 – those don’t have plot holes, those aren’t ludicrous, those hold up beautifully. Not.  This is the idiocy we’re dealing with.  And if I may jump ahead for a moment, just two hours ago I finished watching another motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Emilie, a bad babysitter movie that wants to be a kind of horror thing (there’s no horror other than ineptitude) and a kind of suspense thing (it’s so poorly written that there is no suspense) – well, let me cut to the chase, which is more than the film did – it was horrible, despicably bad, terribly directed, okay acting, it ripped off every other bad babysitter movie, it was filled with plot holes, was ludicrous, didn’t hold up.  Now wait just a darned minute here – it was everything the critics said Remember was.  But when I went to read the reviews of this abomination, imagine my surprise that all those same critics were fine with this piece of merde.  They didn’t LOVE it, but they were fine with it.  It was 88% or something on the rancid Tomatometer. I mean, I cannot tell you how awful this waste of digital cinema was but for those critics, the plot holes were fine, for them it wasn’t ludicrous, for them it holds up.  And there, in a nutshell, we have the nuts of film criticism. Bah humbug.

We now return you to yesterday.  I only got five hours of sleep and then she of the Evil Eye arrived and I went and had a light breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, with a little fruit on the side rather than potatoes.  Then I did a few things, then came home.  Once home, I answered e-mails, chose only one song, but came up with what I think is a fairly amusing new What If idea, so I spent some time writing about two-thirds of that.  Then I drove out to Calabasas and had a nice close to three-hour visit with our very own Sami and her mom.  That was really fun.  Then I came home, did a few things around here, then went to Gelson’s and got a tiny bit of sausage and peppers, and some weird teriyaki chicken roll – it was average. But I also noticed that they now sell little microwavable but fresh dinners – rather like Freshly.  There were two that looked pretty good to me: Meat loaf, and chicken fried steak with country gravy.  I may give one of those a try if they have them today.

After that, I picked up one package and no mail, came back home, listened to some music, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish and watched the one-star motion picture that moron critics gave a pass to entitled Emilie.  After that, I watched the first half of another Atom Egoyan motion picture entitled The Captive.  I think it must be similar to another movie because some of it seems familiar to me – but I searched the notes and could find no mention of it at all. Of course, I might have seen it and not written about it, but that’s doubtful because on the Flix of Net you can see right away if you watched something before and there’s no sign of it. Anyway, it’s one of those fractured timeline things where you never quite know if you’re in the present or the past or somewhere in the middle of the two, but I’m enjoying it for what it is and it’s very well done – and also got terrible reviews saying exactly what they said about Remember.  They seem to have it in for Mr. Egoyan these days.  But Emilie they like.  Go know. I’ll finish that as soon as I post these here notes.

Today, I shall choose songs, but otherwise rest.  I’ll eat, of course, and relax, of course, and write some liner notes, of course, and try to begin prepping two upcoming releases, one soundtrack, one sort of show.

Tomorrow we begin casting A Carol Christmas, although I don’t have an audition pianist at this point.  I’ve asked three people, not a one of whom has bothered to get back to me.  The rest of the week is meetings and meals and going and doing and doing and going and we do need some miracles pretty darn quick or there will be hell toupee.  And for those who were interested in the trivia question, dear reader TCB got the correct answer and those answers are in yesterday’s posts with yesterday’s mashed potatoes. 

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, choose songs, eat, and relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have gotten metaphysically metaphysical for at least one sentence.

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