Hey,
You know whats really good. I just had an idea. You know I am beginning to think my shower was the best that I have taken in years. Well I know it sounds stupid but hey I am showered and I feel super clean. I have taken plenty of showers in my life but I have never had the same expirences in taking one that could match the ones I had when I went to Stuebenville Ohio. While at Stuebenville, the college dorm at Franciscan had the best water pressure and the best warm water that ever hit my bare skin. I know its sounds stupid, but I hated the school,with its preachy rhetoric but the shower was amazing.
Well, the shower I just took was breath taking. I loved that I soft skin and I am enjoying my writing. Tonight, I am going to the Kemah boardwalk with Amy. I am pretty excited about that I've never been but at least I will go with a woman.
Anyway, I am pretty happy that I took a shower I am wearing my linen pants and my dress shirt. It looks good and I feel clean. I am also so clean and I smell good. Its at least a desirable look for a young woman to look for. I am wearing my new shoes and they don't hurt as much as did my sandals.
I am pretty happy about my day, I spent it either reading and writing. I like this new clean look. I think I look O.C. ish like the woman at the store said. I look like a millionaire and speaking of which I am broke. Well I have 7 bucks. I am looking for the missing 10 dollars. I thought I put them in my pants but I can't find them. So I won't be going out much this week.
Hmm. I am going to eat before I go. I can't wait to go out tonight. Well, my muscles are weaking if I don't walk around I think it would take a toll on me. I know I have written a few posts already today but this is making up for my missing.
Well I have a few films I am planning on seeing this summer, and some though I have complained a few weeks ago are remakes some just seem good to watch and the I can critizies. I want to see the new Herbie film. I am not a big fan of Lindsay Lohan but I do love that car its part of my childhood. I may want to see Mr& Mrs Smith, just because it seems so hot that Angelina Jolie is in the film.
I am also thinking of seeing though its a remake The Longest Yard, just to see if it matches up with the 70s film.
The movie worth watching in my summer film list would be Bewitched, with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell. I hate Will Ferrell but I did enjoy the old tv show with Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick Sergant and the Dick York. So it may seem like a funny film to watch plus it sounds like an ideal Chick flick too. Its directed b y Nora Ephorn ,who has done a lot of chick flicks that I enjoyed. My favorite You've Got Mail and Sleepless in Seattle. Those two are so cute and even for a guy they were fun to watch.
I do want to watch Cinderella Man but with Dad. I like Ron Howard and Russel Crowe especially in the first film they worked with A Beautiful Mind. I loved that film, since I simpathize with John Nash. Ron Howard best as Opie has done a great series of films as Director and Producer A Beautiful Mind, Backdraft, the remake (yes Remake can be good in some sense) Ransom.
I guess I also want to see Star Wars, not because everyone is seeing it, so I can finally understand what the big deal is. I think though I would have to watch all the Star Wars episodes before watching this one. I may also want to see it to see how gorgeous my gal Natalie looks.
Well I also want to see a lot of films this summer. I just wish I had the money to go to them.
I have a new film I am going to review Tonari no Toroto a japanese anima film from 1988. Its about two young japanese girls and there adventures with there sick mother.
lighter, less ominous precursor to Spirited Away, Hayao Miyazaki's My Neighbor Totoro is a childhood tale that holds great appeal for adults, too. Drawn in a style favoring a pleasing mix of fantasy and gentle dreams, we are pulled persistently into the world of two little girls, Mei (Chika Sakamoto) and Satsuki (Noriko Hidaka), sisters who move to the countryside with their father Tatsuo (Shigesato Itoi) when their mother (Sumi Shimamoto) becomes very ill and is hospitalized nearby. The girls enjoy the adventure of exploring their spacious if decrepit home, soon discovering that it is inhabited by harmless ghosts called "soot sprites". In the vast forest next to their house, they meet more spirits called, totoros, lead by the giant Totoro (Hitoshi Takagi), not to mention the fantastically mobile Cat Bus ghost. Again, there is absolutely nothing scary or evil about these spirits, traits that seem to have become unavoidable ingredients in most children's films. The totoros seem more akin to the comforting invisible friends that many kids create, watching and accompanying the sisters in their play and day-to-day activities. The closest thing to a scary monster in the story is the serious illness that threatens the girls' mother throughout the film, but that sickness is construed as a part of the ebb and flow of life, as opposed to a pain-filled melodramatic plot point. The essence of tranquility and grace of this film seems to mirror what life could be, if only mankind could let fear recede and embrace the unknown
Like I may of said before, I have never been a big fan of Japanese Animation mainly because some of it makes me sick, well have fits like Seizures. They are some films though that are great. I loved Spirited Away. That was a few seizuresless films but I can't watch Dragon Ball Z or Pokemon. I think each week I will find a new movie to review.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
No laughing matters,Lisa Kudrow's Comeback Kyra Sedgewick as The Closer.and Lost's Season Finale. An overview of this summer Television Season.
Like I have ranted and said before I love T.V. and I love to write about t.v. but its pretty good to talk about this summer seasons hit & misses.
SATIRE OR PEEVISHNESS? Kudrow is valiant in her role as an aging sit-com star, but The Comeback just isn't funny enough.
TOUGH WORK, TOUGH GIRL: in The Closer, Kyra Sedgwick takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own.
Lisa Kudrow’s new HBO series The Comeback (Sundays at 9:30 p.m. on HBO beginning June 5) is billed as a comedy, but it’s the most depressing show you’re likely to see all year. If former Friends star Kudrow was determined to put ditsy Phoebe to rest, she has succeeded, and then some.
Created by Kudrow and Sex and the City producer/director Michael Patrick King (they also wrote the first two episodes), The Comeback is a scripted mock-reality series that aims to shed satirical light on the brutal truths of life for the over-40 actress in Hollywood. This might sound reminiscent of Kirstie Alley’s series Fat Actress, but the dark tone of The Comeback is closer to the British version of The Office. Like Ricky Gervais’s David Brent, Kudrow’s washed-up TV star Valerie Cherish is half-blind to how people really feel about her. Swaddled in self-importance but growing dimly aware of a chill in the air, Valerie keeps looking into the camera and offering nervous smiles and face-saving explanations of why the work offers aren’t pouring in and why even her own husband is unimpressed with her B-list fame. Once the star of the hit 1980s sit-com I’m It!, Valerie has resorted to reality TV to rekindle her career. She’s appearing in a show called The Comeback that follows her as she makes her comeback as the star of a network sit-com called Room and Bored. (The show-within-a-show-within-a-show construction is clunky and, in the first episode, confusing.)
Well, "star" is not exactly the word for Valerie’s role on Room and Bored, but she’s too proud to realize what’s going on. In a spoof of the tortured process by which shows get on the air, Valerie signs on for a sit-com about four thirtysomething career women who share an apartment, but on the first day of shooting the pilot, she finds that the network has made a few changes. Her character now shares an apartment with three nubile twentysomethings, so the age difference between Valerie and her co-stars is painfully noticeable. On the second day of shooting, the network makes another change, and the news is delivered to Valerie with barely disguised contempt by the show’s obnoxious white-boy-homie head writers. The apartment is now shared by four horny twentysomethings — two women, two men — and Valerie is to play the landlady, "Aunt Sassy," who lives upstairs and disapproves of the kids’ sexual antics. In short, she’s become Stanley Roper on Three’s Company. The point is underscored in a later scene where the cast of Room and Bored pose for publicity photos. The hot young things are up front in skimpy outfits; Valerie is far, far back, wearing Aunt Sassy’s only costume, a matronly track suit.
Kudrow is valiant in her role; she hits beautiful notes of foolishness, desperation, and heartbreak as she’s ignored or humiliated by everyone around her. But the two episodes I saw were just not funny enough; they started out on a down and stayed there, displaying none of The Office’s agile dance between dark and light. There’s also a fatal flaw in the show’s central contention that TV has no use for actresses who’ve passed their perceived sell-by date. Desperate Housewives, anyone? The Comeback isn’t satire, it’s just peevishness.
THERE’S A SCENE in The Comeback in which an anxious Valerie is caught by a hidden overhead camera in her kitchen rehearsing her lines late into the night while polishing off an entire chocolate cake. The secret-junk-food-binge motif also appears in the new TNT cop drama The Closer, which stars Kyra Sedgwick as the driven, embattled head of an almost all-male homicide unit of the LAPD. These images of ambitious women pigging out under pressure may seem like a TV cliché by now. But an image can feel cliché’d and still be rooted in truth. Is there any relationship as enduring, intense, and clandestine as the one between a woman and her food?
In The Closer (Mondays at 9 p.m. on TNT, beginning June 13), the deft and under-appreciated Sedgwick plays Deputy Police Chief Brenda Johnson, a CIA-trained Atlanta police detective who comes to Los Angeles to head the elite Priority Murder Squad. She has a reputation as being the best "closer" in law enforcement — her interrogations always yield confessions that hold up in court. She has an unerring understanding of human nature and more than a taste for theatricality; inside the interrogation room, she becomes whatever sort of woman she senses the suspect might need to confess to. Her detective skills aside, the fact that she’s female and an outsider ruffles many feathers in her new squad room, and the boys lay it on thick with the sexist remarks. But Brenda gives as good as she gets. "Excuse me, lieutenant," she smiles in a peachy drawl. "But if ah liked being called a bitch to mah face, ah’d still be married."
The Closer is a crisply entertaining cop show from Nip/Tuck producers Greer Shepherd and Michael M. Robin. The first episode is built around a decent puzzler about a dead woman found in the home of a missing software billionaire. But the most watchable thing about The Closer is Sedgwick. She takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own. Brenda is alive with a rabbity energy that suggests a woman who’s been trying to outrun personal demons for a long time. She has secrets. In the first episode, there’s an allusion to an "ethics inquiry" back in Atlanta. It’s also made clear that she has a romantic and professional history with her (married) boss, Assistant Police Chief Will Pope (J.K. Simmons from Oz).
Brenda is emotionally divided — part no-bullshit cop in charge, part insecure, lonely woman in her 40s who’s still being nagged by her parents about her bewildering career choice. And Sedgwick makes smooth and believable the transitions between the public and private Brenda. It’s tough work being a tough girl, and when the act becomes too stressful, Brenda seeks comfort in junk food. She keeps candy bars hidden in her purse, in her desk, in the bedside table in the hotel where she’s living. But like many women, Brenda wrestles with that pesky food-guilt issue. Through much of the first episode of The Closer, she fights temptation in public (she agonizes over the doughnut box in the squad room, finally takes one, walks around with it, then doesn’t eat it) but succumbs in private. At the end of the first episode, she collapses on her hotel bed with what appears to be a Hostess Ho Ho, savoring each bite of the chocolaty disk with orgasmic moans, and Sedgwick makes you feel you’re seeing the real Brenda Johnson at last. Drawn to the forbidden and the dangerous, she relaxes only when she’s indulging her secret passions in blissful isolation.
SO, YOU THOUGHT that after all those weeks of teasing, the season finale of Lost might answer a few questions. Ha! No clear look at the giant person-eating monster thingy. No polar bears. No solution to the riddle of Hurley’s "cursed" lottery numbers. No explanation for why the crazy French chick has hairless armpits despite living in the jungle for 16 years and being, you know, French.
And that mysterious metal hatch that Locke finally blasted open? Big deal — it’s a hole in the ground leading to a tunnel. A long, long, long tunnel, symbolizing perhaps the long, long, long summer ahead as Lost fans wait for J.J. Abrams and company to spin out another season of exquisite torture.
But let’s look at what we do know in light of the finale. The crazy French chick wasn’t hallucinating — there are "Others" on the island. And those Others finally showed themselves. They’re appear to be grizzled descendants of the Gorton’s fisherman, floating around in uncharted waters on a little trawler. I don’t think there was a scarier moment on TV this year than when Michael and his fellow survivors on the makeshift raft thought they were being rescued by the boat full of old weirdos and then the lead weirdo said to Michael with surreal pleasantness, "The thing is, we’re going to have to take your boy."
Well, it’s nice to know that you weren’t just being paranoid about Michael’s boy, Walt. The kid is, it seems, the key to the mystery. Ever wonder why, of all the passengers on the plane, there seems to have been only one child? The crash was orchestrated, I’m telling you. And it’s because of Walt. Of all the survivors, his back story is the sketchiest. Over the season, we saw at least four allusions to Walt creeping people out. His stepfather didn’t want him after his mother’s death because, as the guy told Michael, weird stuff happens around him. In a flashback scene, Walt got really, really angry and a bird crashed dead into the window glass. The night before the fateful flight, Michael told surly Walt that he was going to get on that plane with him whether he liked it or not, and Walt replied, in a resigned and oddly portentous tone, that, yeah, he knew, they had to. And then Walt sabotaged Michael’s first attempted rescue raft by torching it to ashes.
Yep, unlike the rest of us, little Walt could see it all coming
SATIRE OR PEEVISHNESS? Kudrow is valiant in her role as an aging sit-com star, but The Comeback just isn't funny enough.
TOUGH WORK, TOUGH GIRL: in The Closer, Kyra Sedgwick takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own.
Lisa Kudrow’s new HBO series The Comeback (Sundays at 9:30 p.m. on HBO beginning June 5) is billed as a comedy, but it’s the most depressing show you’re likely to see all year. If former Friends star Kudrow was determined to put ditsy Phoebe to rest, she has succeeded, and then some.
Created by Kudrow and Sex and the City producer/director Michael Patrick King (they also wrote the first two episodes), The Comeback is a scripted mock-reality series that aims to shed satirical light on the brutal truths of life for the over-40 actress in Hollywood. This might sound reminiscent of Kirstie Alley’s series Fat Actress, but the dark tone of The Comeback is closer to the British version of The Office. Like Ricky Gervais’s David Brent, Kudrow’s washed-up TV star Valerie Cherish is half-blind to how people really feel about her. Swaddled in self-importance but growing dimly aware of a chill in the air, Valerie keeps looking into the camera and offering nervous smiles and face-saving explanations of why the work offers aren’t pouring in and why even her own husband is unimpressed with her B-list fame. Once the star of the hit 1980s sit-com I’m It!, Valerie has resorted to reality TV to rekindle her career. She’s appearing in a show called The Comeback that follows her as she makes her comeback as the star of a network sit-com called Room and Bored. (The show-within-a-show-within-a-show construction is clunky and, in the first episode, confusing.)
Well, "star" is not exactly the word for Valerie’s role on Room and Bored, but she’s too proud to realize what’s going on. In a spoof of the tortured process by which shows get on the air, Valerie signs on for a sit-com about four thirtysomething career women who share an apartment, but on the first day of shooting the pilot, she finds that the network has made a few changes. Her character now shares an apartment with three nubile twentysomethings, so the age difference between Valerie and her co-stars is painfully noticeable. On the second day of shooting, the network makes another change, and the news is delivered to Valerie with barely disguised contempt by the show’s obnoxious white-boy-homie head writers. The apartment is now shared by four horny twentysomethings — two women, two men — and Valerie is to play the landlady, "Aunt Sassy," who lives upstairs and disapproves of the kids’ sexual antics. In short, she’s become Stanley Roper on Three’s Company. The point is underscored in a later scene where the cast of Room and Bored pose for publicity photos. The hot young things are up front in skimpy outfits; Valerie is far, far back, wearing Aunt Sassy’s only costume, a matronly track suit.
Kudrow is valiant in her role; she hits beautiful notes of foolishness, desperation, and heartbreak as she’s ignored or humiliated by everyone around her. But the two episodes I saw were just not funny enough; they started out on a down and stayed there, displaying none of The Office’s agile dance between dark and light. There’s also a fatal flaw in the show’s central contention that TV has no use for actresses who’ve passed their perceived sell-by date. Desperate Housewives, anyone? The Comeback isn’t satire, it’s just peevishness.
THERE’S A SCENE in The Comeback in which an anxious Valerie is caught by a hidden overhead camera in her kitchen rehearsing her lines late into the night while polishing off an entire chocolate cake. The secret-junk-food-binge motif also appears in the new TNT cop drama The Closer, which stars Kyra Sedgwick as the driven, embattled head of an almost all-male homicide unit of the LAPD. These images of ambitious women pigging out under pressure may seem like a TV cliché by now. But an image can feel cliché’d and still be rooted in truth. Is there any relationship as enduring, intense, and clandestine as the one between a woman and her food?
In The Closer (Mondays at 9 p.m. on TNT, beginning June 13), the deft and under-appreciated Sedgwick plays Deputy Police Chief Brenda Johnson, a CIA-trained Atlanta police detective who comes to Los Angeles to head the elite Priority Murder Squad. She has a reputation as being the best "closer" in law enforcement — her interrogations always yield confessions that hold up in court. She has an unerring understanding of human nature and more than a taste for theatricality; inside the interrogation room, she becomes whatever sort of woman she senses the suspect might need to confess to. Her detective skills aside, the fact that she’s female and an outsider ruffles many feathers in her new squad room, and the boys lay it on thick with the sexist remarks. But Brenda gives as good as she gets. "Excuse me, lieutenant," she smiles in a peachy drawl. "But if ah liked being called a bitch to mah face, ah’d still be married."
The Closer is a crisply entertaining cop show from Nip/Tuck producers Greer Shepherd and Michael M. Robin. The first episode is built around a decent puzzler about a dead woman found in the home of a missing software billionaire. But the most watchable thing about The Closer is Sedgwick. She takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own. Brenda is alive with a rabbity energy that suggests a woman who’s been trying to outrun personal demons for a long time. She has secrets. In the first episode, there’s an allusion to an "ethics inquiry" back in Atlanta. It’s also made clear that she has a romantic and professional history with her (married) boss, Assistant Police Chief Will Pope (J.K. Simmons from Oz).
Brenda is emotionally divided — part no-bullshit cop in charge, part insecure, lonely woman in her 40s who’s still being nagged by her parents about her bewildering career choice. And Sedgwick makes smooth and believable the transitions between the public and private Brenda. It’s tough work being a tough girl, and when the act becomes too stressful, Brenda seeks comfort in junk food. She keeps candy bars hidden in her purse, in her desk, in the bedside table in the hotel where she’s living. But like many women, Brenda wrestles with that pesky food-guilt issue. Through much of the first episode of The Closer, she fights temptation in public (she agonizes over the doughnut box in the squad room, finally takes one, walks around with it, then doesn’t eat it) but succumbs in private. At the end of the first episode, she collapses on her hotel bed with what appears to be a Hostess Ho Ho, savoring each bite of the chocolaty disk with orgasmic moans, and Sedgwick makes you feel you’re seeing the real Brenda Johnson at last. Drawn to the forbidden and the dangerous, she relaxes only when she’s indulging her secret passions in blissful isolation.
SO, YOU THOUGHT that after all those weeks of teasing, the season finale of Lost might answer a few questions. Ha! No clear look at the giant person-eating monster thingy. No polar bears. No solution to the riddle of Hurley’s "cursed" lottery numbers. No explanation for why the crazy French chick has hairless armpits despite living in the jungle for 16 years and being, you know, French.
And that mysterious metal hatch that Locke finally blasted open? Big deal — it’s a hole in the ground leading to a tunnel. A long, long, long tunnel, symbolizing perhaps the long, long, long summer ahead as Lost fans wait for J.J. Abrams and company to spin out another season of exquisite torture.
But let’s look at what we do know in light of the finale. The crazy French chick wasn’t hallucinating — there are "Others" on the island. And those Others finally showed themselves. They’re appear to be grizzled descendants of the Gorton’s fisherman, floating around in uncharted waters on a little trawler. I don’t think there was a scarier moment on TV this year than when Michael and his fellow survivors on the makeshift raft thought they were being rescued by the boat full of old weirdos and then the lead weirdo said to Michael with surreal pleasantness, "The thing is, we’re going to have to take your boy."
Well, it’s nice to know that you weren’t just being paranoid about Michael’s boy, Walt. The kid is, it seems, the key to the mystery. Ever wonder why, of all the passengers on the plane, there seems to have been only one child? The crash was orchestrated, I’m telling you. And it’s because of Walt. Of all the survivors, his back story is the sketchiest. Over the season, we saw at least four allusions to Walt creeping people out. His stepfather didn’t want him after his mother’s death because, as the guy told Michael, weird stuff happens around him. In a flashback scene, Walt got really, really angry and a bird crashed dead into the window glass. The night before the fateful flight, Michael told surly Walt that he was going to get on that plane with him whether he liked it or not, and Walt replied, in a resigned and oddly portentous tone, that, yeah, he knew, they had to. And then Walt sabotaged Michael’s first attempted rescue raft by torching it to ashes.
Yep, unlike the rest of us, little Walt could see it all coming
Its Been A While
I know I know,
it has been truly a while and well I haven't had internet access in ages. A lot of things have happend, well not really a lot but I have been without a single good thought in ages. The weather outside is hot but its not swealtering. I am wearing a pair of new shorts. I never realized I still have my strong calves. I had really strong legs when I was at St.Pauls. The muscles are great today. I feel as if I am confident I could possibly go out.
This pass weekend, I slept both Sunday and Saturday. Monday I didn't do much but I felt like relaxing. That was fun. I told my parents last night about my idea of exploring trip to Europe. What I was thinking was that I would explore the continent with a friend, more than likely Bjorn. They agreed to help me with the trip providing I did find a publisher for my book or poetry. I would look and explore the world of publishing.
First if I decide to explore Europe I would invest in a Europass and explore France,Germany and Italy. Just explore these places and maybe use the journey for my next book. Of course I would need money in order to start my trip. So finding a publisher is a must in my quest to go. Second I would see if Bjorn would be interested in going. We would possibly go camping as well. I would invest in a tent.
I sound like I am all set to go. Well, aside from my idea of going to Europe. I have been busy with having mom home. She arrived on Friday and it has been great having her home. I missed seeing her and so did Maxine. So these things have been pretty well done. I have been busy at home if I wasn't sleeping. I have been also writing on correcting most of my book. The idea getting it published soon sounds awesome. I first have to see Eric to see what he thinks before I give it back to Marie Claire.
it has been truly a while and well I haven't had internet access in ages. A lot of things have happend, well not really a lot but I have been without a single good thought in ages. The weather outside is hot but its not swealtering. I am wearing a pair of new shorts. I never realized I still have my strong calves. I had really strong legs when I was at St.Pauls. The muscles are great today. I feel as if I am confident I could possibly go out.
This pass weekend, I slept both Sunday and Saturday. Monday I didn't do much but I felt like relaxing. That was fun. I told my parents last night about my idea of exploring trip to Europe. What I was thinking was that I would explore the continent with a friend, more than likely Bjorn. They agreed to help me with the trip providing I did find a publisher for my book or poetry. I would look and explore the world of publishing.
First if I decide to explore Europe I would invest in a Europass and explore France,Germany and Italy. Just explore these places and maybe use the journey for my next book. Of course I would need money in order to start my trip. So finding a publisher is a must in my quest to go. Second I would see if Bjorn would be interested in going. We would possibly go camping as well. I would invest in a tent.
I sound like I am all set to go. Well, aside from my idea of going to Europe. I have been busy with having mom home. She arrived on Friday and it has been great having her home. I missed seeing her and so did Maxine. So these things have been pretty well done. I have been busy at home if I wasn't sleeping. I have been also writing on correcting most of my book. The idea getting it published soon sounds awesome. I first have to see Eric to see what he thinks before I give it back to Marie Claire.
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