Well, dear readers, the damn Jacuzzi jets went on at three-thirty in the morning. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, the damn Jacuzzi jets went on at three-thirty in the morning. As you might imagine, that caused me to be irked, I had ire and was irked, which are two “I”s more than I needed at three-thirty in the morning. I got up, filled with ire from being irked. I went to the patio doors to go outside with a flashlight to do the breaker thing. And the top lock would not open. Now, this has been happening recently but if you turn it enough it eventually opens. However, apparently at three-thirty in the morning it doesn’t. I’m lucky I kept my ire in check and didn’t break the door down – that’s how irked and filled with ire I was. I used the bedroom doors that lead out to the pool, flipped the breaker and left it off, and then came back in the house. Just for fun I tried the lock on the patio doors one more time – of course it unlocked instantly. I’ll have to have it attended to this week. It took my at least thirty minutes to fall back asleep and then I slept until ten-thirty, so I guess I got eight hours somehow.
I got up and refused to have any more ire. I tire of ire very quickly. Ire is like fire and I put the ire fire out. Sometimes when I have ire I play the Lyre. And if the ire is dire then I shampoo my hair. In any case, I got up, answered e-mails, and then did the four-mile jog. I was very overtired but sweating always makes me feel like I got the bad stuff out. I then did some work on the computer and actually began trying to figure out the release that follows our next release. It’s a favorite film of mine – we’ve got the original soundtrack LP contents, but we also had most of the raw takes – since the LP’s sequence plays fine, I just have to figure out a suite of additional and alternate cues, of which there are several, probably twenty minutes in all, maybe even a bit more. The cues are very short – they hooked a lot of stuff together on the LP, but we’ll just do our little bonus suite and it will be a very nice package. The hard part is figuring out which cues were actually used for the LP and which were the alternates – the unused cues were easy to figure out. Then I went and had a sandwich and, as a little Sunday treat, onion rings. I’m always surprised that onion rings really aren’t all that caloric in the scheme of things and they sure were yummilicious. Then I came home and turned the breaker on. But the pool pump wouldn’t come on, so I guess turning it off for that long wasn’t such a good idea. But then I had a good idea and I went to the control box for the pump and switched it from “auto” to “manual” and voila, the pump fired up instantly. I left it that way and am happy to report that, knock wood, the Jacuzzi controls have not come on ever since. So, maybe there’s a short somewhere in the “auto” function. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture I TIVOd entitled The Hunt For The BTK Killer, a real-life story based on a serial killer in Wichita, a case that took thirty years to solve. This was done for cable and not good cable – so, it’s a real TV movie. It stars Robert Forster as the detective and Gregg Henry as the killer. It’s strictly from TV movie 101 in terms of its script. It’s like all these TV movie writers go to the same school – every one of these “docu-dramas” sounds exactly the same. The director was a little too interested in being “stylish” in that modern way, but he shouldn’t have bothered since his direction was just plain mediocre. You would think, however, that with a case this interesting, that the writers wouldn’t have to invent all sorts of stuff that didn’t happen, and characters that have no real-life counterpart. Tell the damn story – it’s interesting enough and no one needs the “creativity” of making it into fiction and that advertising it as a docu-drama that’s telling the real story. Forster is his usual soft-spoken self, but the film belongs to Gregg Henry, an actor I’ve known for years (when his wife was doing a play at NYMF the same year that we were doing The Brain – Gregg was in her play – they called me to get the skinny on all of our travails, as they were at the same theater we were) – he is absolutely terrific in this film, really creepy, but never overplaying. So, it’s worth catching (on Sony HD channel) for his performance. The final nail in the coffin for the film itself was the musical score – horrid, and for some reason every ten minutes the composer did this Middle-Eastern sounding theme as if we were suddenly following the story of an Armenian serial killer. Terrible.
After that, I did some more work on the soundtrack, but mostly I had the relaxing day that I both wanted and needed, not necessarily in that order. I’m still overtired and trying hard not to let it wear me down. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must try and get a good night’s beauty sleep.
Today, I shall have to be up by nine and out the door jogging by ten, back by eleven for a little visit and then out the door by eleven-thirty for a lunch meeting. Once that meeting is done, then the rest of the day is easier. Hopefully, I’ll pick up a package or three, and I’ll do some banking.
Tomorrow, I have a meeting with the company that’s doing the Blu and Ray of Nudie Musical and then we have our first Gardenia rehearsal. The rest of the week is similar – meetings, lunches, and rehearsals. It will be busy, but I’m really looking forward to the rehearsals, both Gardenia and thirteen-year-old. We’re actually trying her show out in front of an audience at a retirement home on Sunday, so we have a couple of rehearsals before we do that. We’ll see how that goes, and make any adjustments we need to, although I think it’s playing just right.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, have a visit, have a lunch meeting, and do errands and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite movies and TV movies based on true events, where you think the film gets it just right between being dramatically interesting and factually factual? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall retire all ire.