As if my own self-imposed depression weren't bad enough, last week brought enough tragedy to simultaneously humble me and make me feel even more hopelessly awful. Needless to say, updating this blog would have been a very, very bad idea.
Yesterday, Dave and I did another pass on the mighty COCAINE ANGEL. Only thirty-six seconds was removed, but I think it's good enough to call it a picture lock. I need like one or two more fresh eyes on it to clarify one potential question, but other than that, we're fucking there. At least I'm there. The only problem with already being over the film is that there's still a gargantuan mountain of work to do (sound, print, etc.). But that'll happen.
I guess now it's safe to submit this cut to festivals and start that crazy process. If we get into three festivals somewhere on this planet, I will be thrilled. Anything more/else will just be added goodness.
One week until I head up to NYC for NYFF screenings and other enticing happenings. Monetarily, I'm still fucked, but I definitely need to get back into the social mix. I loved the solitude at first, but now it's starting to wear on me. Give me an hour in my head and I can turn a calm, stable mind into a hopeless, scattered mess. Such is the blessing/curse that is my life.
RECENT NETFLIX VIEWINGS:
THE FEARLESS FREAKS (****) -- The sprawling Flaming Lips documentary is a must-see for fans of the band. Don't know how interesting it'll be to the uninformed, however. The segment on Steven Drozd's heroin addiction totally caught me off-guard and took my breath away. It always amazes me that someone can be hooked on that shit for that long and still clean up and return to being a productive human being. Having seen heroin derail a life firsthand (fortunately, it wasn't my hand, but it was pretty close nonetheless), I'm really afraid of that drug. It is pure E-V-I-L unlike anything I've ever experienced. Though crystal meth doesn't sound like candy, either.
OLDBOY (****) -- As I said before, this is the movie I had hoped FIGHT CLUB would be. Operatic and audacious yet still retaining a sense of humor--whereas FIGHT CLUB felt like an idea concocted by immature juvenile delinquents in after-school detention--this might be the most electrifying film I've seen in 2005.
ENDURING LOVE (**) -- I teetered between two and three stars for this one, but ultimately, it landed at two. Too much of a stylistic exercise for my tastes and missing some sort of genuine heart (whatever that means). Still, it was intriguing enough. A good movie to catch on cable one bored and hungover weekend afternoon.
THE GRAPES OF WRATH (****) -- This was one of those cases where I brought a little too much baggage from the book, which I truly think is one of the 20th Century's most towering artistic achievements. But Henry Fonda was great, as was all of the acting. If I hadn't read it, maybe I would have been driven to tears--as I did when I finished the book (actually, that might be the only time a book has ever made me cry). But I did read the book. And so I couldn't help but be let down.
Kanye West "Late Registration" -- WOW! I have to confess, I got a little burned out on Kanye from all the constant exposure, but this record is astoundingly good. Kind of like a dream come true for me. Jon Brion does hip-hop? YES PLEASE! I also support Kanye for his off-script rant the other night. Someone had to say it.
The New Pornographers "Twin Cinema" -- Everyone's on their jock enough already, but I will concur that this is top-notch shit.
Teenage Fanclub "Man-Made" -- Shame on me for having waited so long to get this, but that's all over now. This is another super-solid collection of songs that makes me feel yummy inside. I'm still kicking myself for not having seen them when they played last month.
David Pajo "P A J O" -- I read somewhere that David Pajo said he's unfamiliar with Elliott Smith's music. Then he went on to say that he played a song of his at that benefit show they had after he died. I don't know, man. Some of these songs sound like they could BE Elliott. Either way, this record is pretty fucking phenomenal. I recommend checking it out.
I guess that's all for now. Time to go watch some tennis and wish that I was there...