I forgot to mention, mainly for steve's benefit, that my favorite musical family, the Wainwrights, were all featured in the Aviator. First Rufus, then Loudon the III, and then little martha. All singing old timey type songs at the coconut grove. It was interesting and almost disturbing since I thought I was all underground and stuff with my love of loudon and martha(everybody likes rufus), but I guess if they are all in the biggest movie of the year I am just very cutting edge but not really very cool. Oh well. Also, remember when I was complaining about musical theater hell? I have an audition today for another musical and it has kids in it again so I am either a glutton for punishment or I don't know what. I'm pretty excited, though. It'll be a bigger part then the show I was in and a smaller cast, which will be nice. The show is called The Boy Who Talked to Whales.
It sounds very sweet, doesn't it? I got a call out of the blue yesterday from the woman who choreographed the last one and she really likes me. I don't think I am shoe-in necessarily but I think I have a very good shot at a part. I'm not looking forward to more rehearsals, however, especially now that American Idol is back on. I love that shit so much.
February 2, 2005
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The Christopher Reeve Aviator is the time-forgotten classic that will come to light due to Leo's silly pouting which he mistakenly calls "acting."
I am very interested in Ol' Howie Hughs and think that movie about would be very great. Unfortunately, biopics usually suck. And the especially usually suck when lead acted by pretty-boy, retard, druggies. Oh! And talent less pop stars. Of course, I'm not talking about the Wainwrights, but that punk to ska to pop to hip hop whore, whatever her name is. Also, Scorsese hasn't impressed me lately. It's like he lost his soul or something. Butt I probably should see it. I want to see it. I just expect it to disappoint me, even with the wonderful Wainwrights cutting it up.
Aviator was surprisingly good for a biopic. Because it was really about Greatness, more than it was about Howie. And I can't fault Leo's performance for a second. I found him convincing through the ages. Seeing Rufus and Martha was a treat, but I missed Loudon! How could it be. And why did Rufus look so pudgy? What's up with that guy? I didn't believe it was him at first. I thought someone had dubbed his Rufus voice over this weird-looking guy. And Cate was Cool.
But it's a sin that Eternal Sunshine didn't get a best picture nomination. It better win screenplay.
So for those who read Mandy's blog just to keep up to date on what her anonymous sister's going to name her baby, well, I'll just put your minds at ease. We're not going to. She can name her own damned self. And no cop-outs like "baba" or "blblamablbama". She'll have to pick a real name for herself. It's an incentive for her to learn to read. Times a-wastin'. I don't truck with no laziness in my home.
So, Maria (if I'm allowed to use your "real" name), it's going to be a Baby With Bathwater situation then?
Aren't the Oscars mostly BS? I mean, is the Aviator really so great of a movie that Scorsasi deserves best picture or director, or even buzz? And Enternal Sunshine, as good as that is, should be compaired to the classic great films? Isn't it true that half of the awarded films drop off the earth into obscurity a few months later. Or worse, get backlash, like Titanic (which really only desrved technical consideration).
Why doesn't Mandy write more consistantly? Maybe if she did, I wouldn't feel the need to write whole novels in her comment block.
You know what I wish Mady would do? Let me tell you. I wish Mandy would get a job that isn't boring and doesn't make her sad. I wish Mandy would fulfill her vast potential and just be happy. That's all I want for Mandy. Happiness.
Ah, sistas Mady and Maria.
How beautiful thou art.
All the Wainwrights would agree
you are nice girls/not sluts.
All apologies for misshappen calltags
Less than real they truely be.
Swimming in ____s often
Makes one _____t___.
Well, Stieiv, if I may call you Stieiv, the Oscars are All That Matter. I like award shows. Because I like celebrities and want to be one. I want the movies I like to be rewarded and those I don't like (Finding Neverland) to be punished. None of the Best Picture nominees this year is a great movie. Well, I haven't seen Ray... But I haven't had a great deal of respect for a nominated movie in a long time. I just enjoy the pomp.
And babies don't really need baths. That's a myth propagated by the water industry and, of course, Johnson & Johnson. A spit-shine every now and then will do.
And Mandy writes a lot in her secret blog -- don't you read that one? That's where she confesses her deepest philosophical and religious secrets and pinings. And she spells everything correctly. It's a bit humorless (she takes herself so seriously), but intellectually stimulating.
I tried to watch three other biopics this weekend and gave up on two of them. But Owning Mahowny was pretty good. Turns out Philip Seymour Hoffman can actually give an understated performance.
Mandy, good luck on all of your auditions and have fun vacationing at the 'rents. They left us this morning, ostensibly for LA, but I saw their car heading into NASA, and who knows if they'll ever make it out of there alive.
Oh, and how about Anemia Adams?
I also wish for Happiness for Mandy. And not in a Todd Solondz or Agnes Varda sense. I think the Portland plan has possibility. Or maybe she should move to Savannah. Somewhere with existing friends. Of course, my answer for happiness is always to move and to go go go, which hasn't always been successful. But I can't see happiness while living with an unhappy brother, no matter how cute his little boy is.
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