Well, dear readers, having finished my viewing, I am sitting here like so much fish in the waning hours of the evening, listening to the soundtrack of David and Lisa by Mark Lawrence. Of course, I had the LP back in the day as I was a huge fan of the film, which I saw at the Fine Arts Theater more times than I can count. I had the stereophonic version of the soundtrack, which, surprisingly, was mono, same as the mono copy. That happened back then – Tom Jones had stereo and mono releases that were both mono and several others were the same. But happily, when Intrada got their deal to issue the AVA catalogue, they rather miraculously found the three-track tapes and were able to release it in stereo for the first time. I play this CD quite often – it’s a very short score so the label filled it out with a couple of jazz versions of the theme, with Victor Feldman. As to viewing, I watched a three-episode documentary entitled Sins of Our Mother, about a mother who went down a crazy, demented “religious” path (read cult) and allegedly killed her two youngest kids – she and her husband were charged with the murders. It’s a fascinating tale of going down the wrong rabbit hole and it’s not over, which is the unsatisfying part – they haven’t gone to trial yet and won’t until next year. I then watched a movie I’ve always managed to miss, although it is loved by many cult movie fanatics and exploitation film lovers. It’s called Ms. 45 and is kind of a female Death Wish but not quite. Zoe Tamerlis plays a mute woman who is raped twice in one day. She kills the second attacker and then uses his gun to exact revenge on any number of low-lifes. But she doesn’t know when to stop and that becomes her downfall, when she kills to just kill. She has a very expressive face and does a fine job conveying all emotions with basically just her eyes. She’s in a Larry Cohen movie I’ve seen and actually own called Special Effects, so I’ll have to watch it again. She was also a writer, but her addiction to heroin, which she loved and advocated for, along with a change to cocaine, killed her at thirty-seven. The movie is a no-budget affair – $60,000 – so I was expecting a really grainy, awful-looking film, but it actually looked really good, especially for that amount of money. Anyway, I enjoyed it for what it was.
Yesterday was a pretty nothing day. I got a little bit over seven-and-a-half hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, continued on the quest for our duet gal to no avail, had the Art’s Deli tri-salad and a bagel for food, had some telephonic conversations, and then began my viewing, taking a few breaks in between. I’m going to try and be in bed by one so I can get as much sleep as possible before having to arise around eleven.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll shave and shower, and them I’m going to Simi Valley to see a production of 13, directed by friend Barry Pearl. I’ll leave directly afterwards to get home, eat, and then catch up on whatever I need to, before I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow and the rest of the week until I’m on my way to New York, will all be dealing with web series stuff – casting the last of the roles, making sure we have enough extras for the scenes that include extras, figuring what which sequences we’re shooting at what time for each day of shooting, so that everything is prepared and planned for. I’ll do a Zoom session with Sami and just make sure we’re on the same page for the character she’s playing – there really won’t be any time for doing much of anything else.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, see a matinee of 13, eat, catch up on stuff, and then watch, listen, 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 postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as the waning hours of the evening are but seconds away from midnight and a change of day.