…in a really mindless way.
The end of a long day. Finished a chapter of my new book. Closed a
Sent roses to my girlfriend. Tanked up on noxious Starbucks “Pike’s Place” essence-of-dirt coffee (don’t get me started on how they stop selling their decent alternative “bold” selection after 5 p.m. and force you to drink that Pike’s Place swill) and decided to see a bad movie at the multiplex next door
Walked in just at the starting time of Role Models which is kind of funny and kind of stupid, but sort of touching in the way movies about people who learn to act better than you (or they) expect them to are, except in this one you knew they would. But who cares? It had Seann Wiliam Scott from maybe my fave bad movie of all time Dude, Where’s My Carand Paul Rudd and the lovely Elizabeth Banks and it made me happy. Don’t hate me if it’s no Citizen Kane, but let me know if it makes you happy too.
I’m going Outside to a Big City this Christmas, and will check it out. Now, it better be pleasant and harmless, and make me feel good, OK?
Ten all time fun films: “The Producers”, “The Americanization of Emily” (Paddy Chayevsky meets Julie Andrews), “Rabbit Test” (Joan Rivers meets Tommy Smothers, “Big Fish” (Lange, Finney, bathtub, fish), “Morgan” (Michael Crawford seduces Vanessa Redgrave in a gorilla suit), “Pumpkin” (Christina Ricci romances the physically challenged, “Uptown Saturday Night” (Harlem on my Mind and Elsewhere), “JoJo Dancer” (auto destruction with a smile of Richard Pryor), “What’s New Pussycat” (aka “Les Girls”), and “Teacher’s Pet” (aging Gable, nubile Day). Also, any Brando movie after “The Godfather”