Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Movie Nights at Home: "Planet Terror" (Grindhouse), "Firestarter"; Writing, Remembering How to Study (?)
It's 5:30 a.m. in the Grice Household; I'm scrambling eggs. Mama G emerges from her bedroom and: "Ooohhh, mija, you're already up! I thought I was going to have to drag you out of bed by your hair!!" she exclaims with genuine surprise, but with a touch of disappointment that she didn't get to yank the old mop.
I think I made it through 8 movies a couple days ago ... though, I'm "working" while I watch - what I'd do without a computer near the TV (be more productive).
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
I don't know if most people remember Devon Sawa, but a young little Ms. Grice does; he starred in Casper. He was so handsome and ... sigh. Then we saw him again in a later and little-known (not very unknown, we all saw "Scream" and those sorts) film called Final Destination. Weeeellll that latter movie went on to some straight-to-video sequels (some on-screen success, here and there) lore -- and 14 years later, they're releasing "The Final Destination."
One wonders (and hopes) that it's similar to the finality of "The Fast and the Furious", "2 Fast 2 Furious," "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift" ilk ...
Only "Alien" and "Terminator" can pull off this type of longevity.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Ahh, now that I've spent my morning on this for no reason, back to a short story involving a Manhattan woman and some trees (that look like "oversized brocoli florets") she's having hoisted to her roof. Page 11 ... aiming for 15 today. What am I doing with my life? Nothing useful, that's what.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Here's to no sleep, and movies that came out when I was 6. And, Lord have Mercy, there's a very, very effeminate Kevin Spacey lurking about the movie as well.
Oh, and the movie's all the more endearing because Gene Wilder's character became deaf after a fluke run-in with Scarlet Fever, something I had junior year of college. No one gets that these days, given people's tendency to go to the doc when they feel ill, buuuuuttttt, I thought it better to just wait until red spots started to show up on my forearms; once the spots went up to the face, then I swiftly skipped class and held my head low as I walked through the streets to the hospital.
"Nah, she ain't a sweet chile" - Paper Moon
"Cool Hand Luke"
"Let'im hit you in the nose, get some blood flowin'." - Cool Hand
"I didn't go to sleep until 'bout 5:30am this morning, after your horrible gift," Brother G said.
"My gift of giving you my online Netflix account info?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes, you horrible Sister Woman. I could see what you watched and I was able to route it to the TV -- I looked through your queue and saw you went on another Paul Newman binge, and I couldn't help myself but follow the tracks."
"'Snot my fault you're weak-willed," I responded.
"You even re-watched Cat on a Hot Tin Roof! Lord. Why? What possessed you to walk down that trodden path, after having just watched Cool Hand -- again -- what was your reason?" he asked, dumbly.
"Because I wanted to hear the 'mendacity' line, senior idioto. After rubbing my index finger over Paul Newman's face a few times during Cool, I wanted to see him fight against his father and say terrible things. Can I get a break?"
"God, I hate you," he said.
"See you in a couple weeks," Brother.
"Can't wait. Love you," me, begrudgingly.
"Love you too," said an unknown source.
You can watch Cool Hand Luke, here.
Only two weeks, Brother G, two little weeks. And then we have some fun.