I just finally made it through Dennis Potter's classic BBC mini-series, PENNIES FROM HEAVEN. While it was quite original and compelling (and Hoskins was bloody brilliant), for my money, THE SINGING DETECTIVE is where he reaches his peak. (Jesus Christ, I'm having another blog-ja vu. Did I write about this already? Seriously, I need help.)
Anyway, is it just me or did Lars blatantly rip this off for DANCER IN THE DARK? I don't remember reading one review that pointed this out. But the similarities are rather blatant, at least in an aesthetic sense. Don't worry, I won't bother going into the details. I'll save it for next month's column in "Cinematica Esoterica." I hope it rivals my last contribution: "David Keith vs. Keith David--One White, One Black, Both Humans Who Pretend to Be Other Humans."
Song of the Month: The Carter Family's "Wildwood Flower" (the version with Mr. Carter on lead vocal)
Song of the Day: Built to Spill's cover of "Cortez the Killer" (that's a Neil Young song, for those of you who need to learn you some Neil Young)
Can't wait to see this year's NYFF lineup. I'll be making a return to NYC for those few glorious weeks. Also hoping to arrange an investor/financier screening between the 10th and 15th so we can finish the mighty COCAINE ANGEL in a fashion that will do the mightiness justice. If you have a healthy chunk of money and want to contribute to the film that is going make a majorly minor mark on the independent cinematic landscape--or know of someone who is involved in that risky business--drop me a line.
Every evening after work, once the sun begins to set, I go out into the driveway and perform my daily basketball routine. I won't bore you with the details, but I do have to share this impressive news. Tonight, I beat the pro 15 to 2! This game--the last in my comprehensive series of drills--consists of shooting from the right elbow, chasing down the ball, rushing to the left elbow, shooting, chasing down the ball, returning to the right elbow, and so on and so on. Anyway, for every shot I make, I get 1 point. For every shot I miss, "the pro" gets 2 points (don't worry, I don't actually pick a pro to play--though I used to, boy, I used to). It should also be known that I can't go inside until I have beaten the pro. Last week, I hit a bad patch and had to play like ten games. But tonight? Just once. And, man, I barely hit the rim! If this whole directing/house painting/31-year-old-loser-living-with-his-parents thing doesn't work out, I might head down to DC try out for the Wizards or some shit.
If anyone has actually made it this far, I'll send you a mix CD. Actually, if you've made it this far, you don't deserve a mix CD. Go do something productive, damn it!