and boy are my arms tired
This is going to be short because I just flew in to LA from Berkeley and got no sleep last night because of the wedding, which was the purpose of my 48 hour trip. For now, suffice it to say that I had a really good time. It was the first of my guy friends weddings and naturally my thoughts were filled with big thoughts as Ive known this cat since we were three-year old little fellas.
Right after flying in today, M. and I went to see The Muse, Albert Brooks latest film. They call Brooks the West Coast Woody Allen and I see the similarities: both are winey filmmaker-actors whose early films were much better than their later ones. Most of the jokes in this movie just fell flat; they felt very much like "gags". To my dismay there was lots of mugging (much of it on Brooks part) and tired jokes. The acting was pretty mediocre Sharon Stone had a couple good moments and something I never notice in films set in the present day: the costumes were awful. Even the promised Sharon Stone naked moment was a brief ass/side-of-breast shot. Jeff Bridges was totally wasted (under-utilized, not stoned), which to me is a hanging offense right there. There were a few good celebrity cameos (Raging Bull Marty was very funny) and some genuinely hilarious scenes. The ending though, oh, just awful, especially coupled with the terrible Elton John closing credits song. And all this I still had a good time. I dont know why, maybe I was still tipsy from last nights wedding reception.
the night before I left, Todd and I finished the first draft of our script! It only took eight long months. But its printed and ready to proof I just have to figure out how to get him a copy as hes now in Toronto filming his TV show. Writing with a partner has its pluses and minuses, but all said, I would do it again. The melding of the voices is difficult, as is finding time to get together, but once youre together you cant give up and turn on the TV. It is a great motivating factor having to be "on" for someone else. I leave again this Friday for a weeks vacation, so Ill be on Lake Michigan in northern Minnesota with a red pen in hand
We made it home from the movie in time to watch the final hour-long episode of Who Wants To Be Mindfucked By Regis? The highlight was this strange little Asian guy who said hed take his mom to Branson, Mo. to see Andy Williams if he won, said he feels like hes, "on the toilet and everybodys watching", and then didnt know what instrument Jackie Du Pre played. If only hed seen more art house films! And the capper was that his brother, his phone-a-friend, gave him the wrong answer. Man, those phone-a-friends are not a very good resource. I hope he doesnt go Menendez his bro now.
last night in a semi-drunken haze I
checked my phone messages in LA and there was a message from one of the production companies to whom I sent my script. The woman who
requested it loves it. "I spent the afternoon reading it and laughing and
crying," she said, and is pitching it this week to the rest of the company heads. For
many reasons this company just feels like a perfect fit, so
I hope this
doesnt jinx it. Man, Im a bit beside myself.
The Larry King Happy
Larry did it all for the nookie. What? The
nookie. What? So you can take that cookie and stick it up your
which reminds me, you
havent lived until youve been to the Cookie Hut in Chicawaukee, New Jersey.
Take it from me, they have the best Snickerdoodles this side of the Cuyahoga.