Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle trying to figure out how they got the chicken in the Chicken in a Biskit crackers. The gazelle is having no luck in figuring it out and frankly I’m not about to help, just because some secrets are worth keeping. I am currently eating a few Chicken in a Biskit crackers whilst writing these here notes. I discovered them in the early 1970s – they were a favorite of the ex-wife and myself. Four years ago I found them on the Amazon and purchased a thing with five boxes. They were just as good as I remembered and I’m sure I raved about them right here on haineshisway.com. And yes, I did rave about them right here on haineshisway.com on July 27, 2014 – those notes are entitled Chicken in a Biskit. I don’t think I’ve had them since, but I got another five boxes and have already gone through one of them. Which of course brings up the eternal question: Which came first, the chicken or the biskit? Only the gazelle knows.
Yesterday ended up being a good day thanks to the miracle that occurred. I don’t think I got all that much sleep, due to having had too much liquid prior to bed, so I was up several times during the night. Maybe I got six hours of sleep. Once up, I answered e-mails, had telephonic calls, and then the helper came and we went over stuff and he’s on the case to get everything that hasn’t been shipped shipped and to get all the Indiegogo stuff shipped.
Once he left, I went and had a patty melt and some onion rings for my meal o’ the day. Then I picked up a couple of packages, did some banking, and then came home. I listened to music, chose a couple of songs for the Kritzerland show, and still have to cast one or two more kids. Then at some point I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I attempted to watch more of Crazy Rich Asians but I’m afraid that it’s just not my cup of tea. Every decade or so a book comes out that just, for reasons no one can remember a decade later, just catches on and becomes a surprise hit, which is what happened to this book. So, the movies came a calling and critics and audiences ate it up – it was a huge hit. I find the hour I’ve watched completely predictable in its storytelling and I certainly don’t really care about any of the characters. It’s nicely filmed in a bon bon kind of way, but I just can’t get with it. I think it just came along at the right time, diversity-wise, spoke to a culture that isn’t spoken to that often in film, and it just worked for people. I think a decade from now it will be one of those films that people watch again and go, “Why did I love this movie?” Or not. Who knows. We all like and respond to what we like and respond to.
After that, I just went to the Flix of Net and chose the worst-sounding “thriller” I could find – one I’d missed back in 1998 called Goodbye Lover. Three screenwriters (and an uncredited assist from Buck Henry) labored over this terrible film and came up with a dreadful script. To exacerbate that they got a terrible director, Roland Joffe, to direct it. The actors are all fine but the movie never seems to know exactly what it’s trying to be – a noir, a thriller, a black comedy, stupid, a joke – and then the cast all seem to be in different movies. If it’s supposed to be a black comedy then some comedy might be nice. There is none, save for the occasionally amusing wisecracks of Ellen DeGeneres as a police detective. That aspect of the film is of course at complete odds with the rest of the film. The “surprises” can be seen coming a mile away. I’m not sure that they thought they were making a straight thriller but realized how bad it was and brought in DeGeneres to perk it up. Nothing works and the film was a HUGE flop losing every cent of its budget not to mention its prints and advertising budget. After the film got a horrid reception in Cannes or some film festival, they reshot the ending because the audience didn’t like the ending. Well, braniac filmmakers, the audience didn’t like anything in the film so why not just reshoot the entire thing. The original ending is still there, actually, but then they make it so it was only in the imagination of a character, and they tack on a completely inane final scene.
Then I listened to more music, including a wonderful composer new to me, Samuel Coleridge-Taylor – of mixed race (mom white, father Creole and black) – a Brit who wrote most of his stuff at the turn of the century. His music is very appealing (he was called the black Mahler), but sadly he died at thirty-seven.
Today, I really would like an entire ME day, only dealing with the Kritzerland show and making sure things are shipped out. I do know a couple of screeners are arriving but I have no way of knowing what they are. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up some packages, but mostly I need to relax and rest.
Tomorrow will hopefully be more of that, and then Friday we resume performances of A Carol Christmas. I’ll probably attend Friday night, but then if I don’t know anyone who’s seeing it, I may skip the rest of the weekend – we shall see.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a ME day, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and rest and relax. 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, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to keep the secret of which came first, the chicken or the biskit.