Well, dear readers, it’s been a busy last hour, trying to get the ticketing link fixed for the next Kritzerland show. It had the wrong ticket price but one of our moms jumped the gun and posted the link on Facebook. She took it right down as soon as I asked her to, while we got it fixed, but not before another mom had already purchased her tickets – she, of course, wants VIP seats, so I’m finding out if they can cancel and refund or what should happen. As soon as I know all that, then I’ll give the parents two days to book their tickets before opening it up and announcing on Facebook. Whew! And now, it is quite late and ask me if I care. Sometimes one is simply late due to unforeseen circumstances. I’ve begun listening to the lovely music of Richard Arnell, a fine composer of both classical and film music. Several symphonies, a violin concerto, various concert pieces, plus the score to a motion picture I’m quite fond of, The Third Secret, starring Miss Pamela Franklin and Mr. Stephen Boyd. I did watch a motion picture earlier, and it was a classic – a classic example why not everything has to be a damn franchise or need a sequel. Damien, The Omen II was the motion picture. And like so many sequels, it does just about everything wrong. The producer created the “story” (note to producer – a writer you’re not) when the original film’s writer, David Seltzer, said he had no interest. The original film, as I wrote in yesterday’s notes, is clean – easy-to-understand plot, logical, great pacing, a perfect cast, and two leading characters you actually care about. No dead air, and a chilling ending. With the sequel, you care about no one, the plot, if you want to call it that, is so convoluted, with so many inane plot strands, and a cast of characters who conveniently show up for one or two scenes so they can die. It’s absurd, not chilling, and living proof that a great composer can write a great score for a great film like the original, where it works perfectly with the film, but the same composer, no matter how hard he works, cannot save a turkey. The film was begun by director Mike Hodges, a not uninteresting director, who was either fired or left the project, depending on whether you’re hearing it from him or the producer – he shot the first four weeks and obviously some of his footage remains in the film. His replacement, Don Taylor, was a competent director of not much interest and so most of the film has no discernable style. William Holden stars and has nothing to really play, Lee Grant plays his wife and she, too, has nothing to play until the end, and that bit of business is just as absurd as the rest of the film. I suppose I’ll watch three and four – three I’ve seen but I have zero memory of it, and four I’ve never seen.
Prior to all that, I’d gotten one hour of sleep, was up until ten, then finally was able to fall asleep for a bit over three hours, for a total of four. I did doze off a couple of times but not enough to count, really. I went to the mail place and picked up a small package, then came home. I ordered fried catfish from the local jernt and that turned out to be a bit of a disaster. I’ve ordered the same thing every single time – the Delta – two fried catfish filets, lobster mac-and-cheese as side one, and yams as side two. Two things of tartar sauce is always requested and always there. This time I substituted fries for the yams. It arrived with ONE filet, soggy fries, and NO tartar sauce. I got a full refund for it, ate the one filet but without tartar sauce it wasn’t as good, and the lobster mac was cold and tiny. The fries went in the trash. A bit later, I used my credit and got a Thai salad with peanut dressing and cashew chicken from the place I usually get Pad Thai from. The salad was fine, but I didn’t care for the cashew chicken, mostly because there were only about four cashews. I threw most of it out. A disappointing meal day. A few telephonic conversations, and then I watched the movie, and the rest you know.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll eat something that actually tastes good, and then I can have a bit of a ME day after I do a bit of writing. We’ll let the parents of the performers order their tickets today and tomorrow before opening it up to everyone on Monday. Then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is a ME day, Monday will be busy choosing songs for the show, and hopefully it will be a productive week with perhaps some news I’d like to get, presuming it’s good news.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, eat, do some writing, have a ME day, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What sequels have you actually liked? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, sorry that these here notes are late due to unforeseen circumstances – which is better than them being late due to unforeseen circumcisions.