Firstly, if you do happen to find yourself in a screening of this weekend's number one film at the box office, THE EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE, I feel sorry for you. But that said, having experienced this nightmare of a movie myself, I do have a suggestion that is certain to turn your boredom into giddy appreciation. That suggestion is this: PAY ATTENTION TO THE EXTRAS IN THE BACKGROUND. I'm talking about the courtroom scenes, of which there are wayyy toooo mannny. Embrace the jury, which is the most outlandish collection of jurors I have ever seen (especially the dude who looks like he was headed for a My Morning Jacket show and got suckered into being a juror along the way). But it's not just the jury. The extras in the courtroom itself are just phenomenally cartoonish. I actually think they had one lady painted in blackface at one point--I'm not even kidding. If it weren't for this shroom-like insanity, it might have tied with THE BOOGEYMAN as my worst movie of the year, but somehow it managed to make me laugh harder than THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN. My buddy Todd (www.guatemalanhandshake.com) almost threw up trying not to laugh out loud and disturb the audience. I felt like we were in elementary school, where every little thing threatened to unleash another wave of uncontrollable hysterics.
I'm actually considering tracking down the "actors" who played the jury and filming an updated version of 12 ANGRY MEN. Whoever was in charge of casting the extras in that thing deserves a fucking Oscar.
Over at www.joonr.com, Randy posted what might be the saddest mix ever. I don't think I've ever heard a mix that so wholeheartedly captured one man's sadness, and for that I commend you, Randy. I just hope autumn brings a bit more brightness to your life. With me crashing on your futon for a few days, how could it not?
I just got back from the post office, where I sent off the nearly final rough cut to Sundance and Slamdance. If I may be frank with you, gentle reader, I have absolutely no confidence that any festival in the world is going to accept us. But I don't mean that in a negative way. I'm just glad that I'm not expecting too much. At this point, any attention that comes our way will be even more appreciated.
Another strange turn of events. I actually found myself not rooting against Agassi yesterday. Something about that guy has always turned me off. What it really boils down to is the backhand, I think. I simply choose the beauty of a one-handed backhand every single time--although Roger's was looking like mine for most of yesterday's match. As for the Agassi/Blake quarterfinal match, that was one for the ages. Again, I was rooting for Blake's one-handed backhand, but it was hard not to appreciate Andre's stamina. Wish I could have been there.
By late tomorrow night I'll be back in NYC getting ready for the NYFF. Also, looking forward to seeing my buddies Of Montreal at the Knitting Factory Thursday night, though I fucking hate that place.
I hope everybody did their homework and saw KEANE...