Add Romance & Cigarettes to the list of films I’ve watched in installments. Goddamned cruel and usual work schedule and old age are conspiring to keep me from finishing in one sitting.
Romance & Cigarettes is a “musical” helmed by John Tuturro and starring a laundry list of some of my favorite actors, including James Gandolfini, Kate Winslet, Eddie Izzard, Mary Louise Parker, Steve Buscemi, and Susan Sarandon. It appears to be designed to appeal to those people who responded positively to the concept and positive reminiscings regarding Pennies from Heaven (see e.g. Nathan Rabin’s take), but actually found the Steve Martin lip synchs to old timey songs while Bernadette Peters is pimped out by Christopher Walken film, well, lacking. And, unfortunately, it yields roughly the same reaction. It sounds like it should be fantastic. Great actors singing along with classics amid a marriage breakup storyline in Brooklyn. But…something doesn’t quite work. And that’s with Christopher Walken’s presence.
Drove up to Seattle yesterday for The Mountain Goats at Neumo’s, attended with Andrea, Ritchie, and Amber. Great show. Pre-dinner contained pretzel with welsh rarebit dessert. Kickass omelet at Pete’s Eggnest for post-breakfast. Conversations revolved heavily around topics as diverse as stuff white people like, bacon, rear spoilers, and front baby holders.
The man behind the great Get Your War On and My Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable, David Rees, has just started a blog. Well, sort of. He’s definitely got date-and-time-stamped posts. But, in what I can only assume is a throwback gag, he’s written only a couple of very short Twitter-esque posts, titled “FIRST BLOG POST” and “SECOND BLOG POST” in more-or-less-pure HTML. Upshot? No RSS or Atom feed. Also, no linking to individual posts. Amusing, no?
Apparently Channel 102 will soon be redubbed Channel 101: New York. Mixed feelings. On the one hand, I suppose removing the confusion for the uninitiated is a good thing. But the new name definitely has a subservient vibe. Sort of like “The Original Ivar’s” vs. “Ivar’s Santa Clara.”
Begged off on three trials this week due to illness. Trouble sleeping, excessive nose-blowing, and the return of the lung goo (that first made its appearance at Disney World several years back; my siblings and those poor Disney street sweepers should remember) contributed to this decision. Rest, “The Office,” and the birthday festivities D provided are helping. But I’m still not better yet. Fucking cold.
I was all revved up to attend the Republican caucus as the PCO for the 215. Only I couldn’t find the place. The Thurston County Republican Party‘s website was down all morning, and the information I had written down ahead of time–that I should go to the Madison Elementary School–did not appear to bear itself out in reality. I could not find the caucus’s location.
So I went with D to the Knox Administrative Center for the Democratic caucus instead. The 215 went overwhelmingly for Obama, sending five of seven delegates to the county convention in April. [The other two delegates went to Clinton and Undecided.] Nine Obama supporters, including your’s truly, self-nominated to fill the five delegate slots. I predictably lost the first round after disparaging the older Obama-supporters and their interest in refighting the 60s culture wars. I also got the least number of votes in the second round (for alternates). But because there weren’t enough candidates, I still am a delegate, albeit one who is last in line. Still, this doesn’t bode well for the beginning of my political career.
I’m still not feeling “Mr. Glasses.” I dig on the look. But the recurring players are one-note and largely odd-without-purpose (although I do like Hard Hat’s newfound ability to articulate himself using voiceover). Where’s the heart, Mitch? And where are the non-funny-voice-related gags? And is it just me or is “Mr. Glasses” structurally turning into yet another variation on “Kung Fu“? C-
A timely election-themed episode of “Defenders of Stan” has some great campaign ad parodies. I particularly dug on the exploding head effect, Austin’s expression when he touched the child’s hair, and the repeated use of the word “hung.” A-
Newcomer “Majestic Dragon” is a strange, mellow offering. The way the “banter” at the bar was handled got me giggling. But the overall effect may be a little low-key for the mostly sober. C
In its latest installment, “Welcome To Our House” made excellent use of the word “wino,” less effective use of “AIDS” (better choice would have been “herpes” or “chlamydia”), great use of oranges and “The Velvet Underground,” and middling use of various narcotics (the effects tended to be hallucinogenic, but the named consumables did not). I do like that Natalie is clearly getting frustrated with Nina’s obviously reduced brain function as the series progresses. But I am wary of narrative. Keep mining this great format for chuckles, girls! B+
I’m finding “Police Procedures: NYC Casting” has settled into primetime quite well, with standout repetitive and aborted kissing gags, theatrical-vs.-director’s-cut-as-truer-story quandries, and Kenny Rogers. B+
While I’ll admit the last installment of “Video Schmideo,” pickle juice drinking notwithstanding, was not particularly stellar, it looked to me as if the program adopted a penultimate narrative form this time around. And for that, I have regrets. Because I would have loved to see the story arc completed and allowed it one last hurrah. C+