Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle singing Do You Know the Way to San Jose whilst on the way to San Jose. I can tell you one thing at this time, oh, yes, I can tell you one thing at this time: I have no idea where this day and evening went. There I just told you one thing at this time, as promised.
I had a very rough night due to indigestion – not really nauseous or anything, just queasy enough not to be able to fall asleep. I did pop a couple of Pepcids and I suppose they helped but although I didn’t arise until about noon I doubt I got more than three or four hours of sleep at the most. Therefore I was in a maze of a haze for what was left of the day, which wasn’t all that much. I answered e-mails, I had telephonic calls, then somehow it was two-thirty, so I went to the mail place and got some mail, then went to Gelson’s and got the makings for tuna sandwiches.
I came home, took the makings for tuna sandwiches and made tuna sandwiches – two of them on low-calorie hamburger buns. They were very excellent. I then listened to music whilst doing a bit of work, I finished up the reprise of a song I added to A Carol Christmas and got that to Doug to put in the script, but I was really too zoned and zonked (the two z’s) to do much of anything that involved being coherent. At some point I believe I sat on my couch like so much fish and immediately went out like a light before I could even push play to start a motion picture. I probably dozed for thirty minutes.
Then I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Let’s Make Love, starring Marilyn Monroe and Yves Montand, with some fun guest stars and some kooky Brit called Frankie Vaughan. I know people generally don’t care for the film, but I’ve always enjoyed it, mostly because I saw it when it came out at the Wilshire Theater where, the night I attended (I was twelve) it played with a sneak preview, which turned out to be a Brigitte Bardot movie called Come Dance With Me. I believe I do the story in the second Kritzer book. After watching Let’s Make Love, which probably made my mother uncomfortable, then we watched Bardot, and in one scene she’s in a nightie and a nice man unties the strap and puts his hand over her actual naked breast. I found that very interesting. My mother did not, and she grabbed me by the arm and hauled me out of the theater with my father following – I think he didn’t want to leave either. It’s one of those memories that never leaves you. Anyway, the musical numbers are terrific, and you get the cameo appearances and I enjoyed it. The transfer isn’t quite up to the usual Fox standards, but it’s fine.
I then watched another motion picture on Blu-ray entitled What Have They Done to Solange, a 1972 giallo from Italy, although filled with actors from everywhere, including two leads who are German and who appeared in a few of those Edgar Wallace films from the 1960s. I enjoy the giallos from this period, before Mr. Argento decided that hyper violence was the ticket – that’s when I stopped watching because I hate that junk. This one’s as dopey as most of them are, but I always enjoy them anyway. They had the actors mouth or speak English and so the dubbing actually matches the mouths. The transfer is very nice – the director is a former cameraman – he shot Leone’s A Fistful of Dollars – so the shots are nice and the film has quite a good Morricone score.
After that, I listened to music and relaxed and then got some videos from our Kritzerland shows. I’m not going to put up all of them, but I will put up some today and post them in tomorrow’s notes.
Today will be more of the same, and locking down our final cast members for the September show so I can choose material. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and do whatever needs doing.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, finally shipping Advise and Consent and maybe Four Below Strikes Back, and I think I have to see one or two things, and also continue catching up on my Twilight Time Blu-rays.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, lock down final cast members, choose material, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: I’ve been listening to the great Rhino Handmade set of Burt Bacharach’s A&M recordings – just hearing all those incredible songs one after another is, well, incredible. So, when did you first become aware of a Bacharach song – what was it – how did you know it was Bacharach – and what are your favorite Bacharach songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping I don’t have another rough night in the Oaks of Sherman.