An Eventful Weekend

by tully
July 24, 2006 3:41 AM
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As I write this, I'm as hung as I've been in ages. I kinda like it, though. This weekend was an absolute blast. Ben and the Great Lakes guys drove into town on Friday night, at which point we pigged out on a bushel of crabs at Jason Mecler's. Yesterday felt like the longest day ever. The all-star kickball game was a smash success (our first-year Frederick County squad demolished the veteran Montgomery County team), but it was the after-party at Bentz St. Sports Bar that was even more amazing. Great Lakes rocking out to an already shitsmashed audience at five o'clock, my first ever experience of Old Bay-flavored chicken wings (note to readers: DO NOT DIE UNTIL YOU'VE TRIED THEM), my impromptu elevation to raffle host, about 18 Red Bull and vodkas, and on and on and on. All of the credit goes to my childhood buddy Jason, who had a vision and saw it through to its glorious end. I'm proud as shit of him. We all are.

Here are pics from the past few days if you guys are looking for a further distraction:

On Friday, I saw LADY IN THE WATER, and I have to say, I am in full support of M. Night's ludicrously preposterous vision! Seriously, during the film's closing moments, I had a shiteating grin on my face that I couldn't wipe away. This movie is like SIGNS gone retarded, and I mean that as a total compliment. What makes his films so distinct and strange is that they're C-movies with A-list production values. In an alternate reality, LADY IN THE WATER is an unwatchable DV movie made by some ultra-ambitious indie director in Philadelphia that is world premiering at the Delaware Fantasy Film Festival in October. Only in reality, it's a huge-budget Hollywood movie shot by Christopher Doyle and starring Paul Giamatti. How did that happen? It's a fluke of nature, yet I think it's a fluke that we should all support. Most anti-Night people are probably just jealous, or don't see the poetry in a random filmmaker winning the Hollywood lottery. I, however, consider it to be a wonderful miracle. Actually, it's kind of like the brash leaps of faith contained in his pictures. Maybe his entire vision is a commentary on the fact that he's just a random indie director in the mid-Atlantic who wants to be Steven Spielberg and is somehow making that dream come true. I'm still having a hard time believing what I saw. Hooray for you, M. Night Shyamalan. Next time, cast yourself as the lead. Go Gallo and love every minute of it. The angrier you make people, the more I support you.

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  • Dan | July 24, 2006 4:35 AMReply

    It's nice to hear Ben is still strummin', Jason is a visionary, and Michael is hung.