You ever feel like your life is on spin cycle, and you don't have much control over where it goes? I certainly do.
I also feel paralyzed by fears of failure, being "stuck", and drifting into miserable situations. I can't say everything I want to say in this blog right now, because it would come across as being far more bitter than I mean it. I will say, however, that my fears usually become self-fulfilling. That's the catch 22 of it. I know I'm being vague, but I don't want to beat dead horses.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
INNOCENT: my initial reaction
I can't believe it. Micheal Jackson has been found NOT GUILTY on all 10 charges against him. That includes, giving intoxication agents to a minor with the intent to commit a felony, and conspiracy.
As I was watching the trial, I had several initial reactions. First, I found the crowd outside the courtroom hilarious! A middle aged white woman was releasing doves. They had to put one person on a stretcher and haul them away in an ambulance. There was cheering, and it was crazy. I was laughing out loud.
I was also shocked by the verdict itself. I expected Michael to be found guilty on at least one count. Even if it was a minor offense, it seemd like too much smoke for no fire. But, no. Innocent on all ten counts.
I also felt sad when I saw how somber Michael was as he walked out of the courtroom. Or, I should say, groggily shuffled out. They said on the news that if there was an outburst in the courtroom when the verdict was read, then there would be consequences. So, maybe The Gloved One was down playing his emotions. Weird, weird, weird.
My hope is that Michael is truly innocent. I feel odd about the verdict. On one hand, I celebrate it, as a fan. The cynical side of me, however, feels suspicious that this could be another...dare I even type this name...OJ Simpson situation. We'll see. We'll see what happens as the next bizarre chapters in Michael's saga unfold.
As I was watching the trial, I had several initial reactions. First, I found the crowd outside the courtroom hilarious! A middle aged white woman was releasing doves. They had to put one person on a stretcher and haul them away in an ambulance. There was cheering, and it was crazy. I was laughing out loud.
I was also shocked by the verdict itself. I expected Michael to be found guilty on at least one count. Even if it was a minor offense, it seemd like too much smoke for no fire. But, no. Innocent on all ten counts.
I also felt sad when I saw how somber Michael was as he walked out of the courtroom. Or, I should say, groggily shuffled out. They said on the news that if there was an outburst in the courtroom when the verdict was read, then there would be consequences. So, maybe The Gloved One was down playing his emotions. Weird, weird, weird.
My hope is that Michael is truly innocent. I feel odd about the verdict. On one hand, I celebrate it, as a fan. The cynical side of me, however, feels suspicious that this could be another...dare I even type this name...OJ Simpson situation. We'll see. We'll see what happens as the next bizarre chapters in Michael's saga unfold.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
wading through peanut butter
I am a stout believer that people accept the consequences of their actions. I also believe that people don't end up in their station in life by accident. I believe in hard work, determination, intelligence, and all the things that drive a person.
My position in life right now, however, has me scratching my head and asking questions. How come I can't find a job? What's the deal with my family? Why are we moving? Where did my new girlfriend come from? How is it that all these things are happening to me, and I'm not doing anything? It's all just an odd sort of whirlwind. I'm caught in a storm. And, the goals I'm working toward?...Well, it's like trying to wade through peanut butter to get there. Neck high. And, I'm apparently doing something wrong.
I don't consider myself a very good actor. But, I haven't been in a play in a long, long time. And, I'm beginning to miss it. Times are strange. I'm desperately searching for a balance in my life, but the storm is rocking my little boat too much.
While it's out in the open, I do have a new girlfriend. It's incredible. But, maybe I'll blog more on that later.
My position in life right now, however, has me scratching my head and asking questions. How come I can't find a job? What's the deal with my family? Why are we moving? Where did my new girlfriend come from? How is it that all these things are happening to me, and I'm not doing anything? It's all just an odd sort of whirlwind. I'm caught in a storm. And, the goals I'm working toward?...Well, it's like trying to wade through peanut butter to get there. Neck high. And, I'm apparently doing something wrong.
I don't consider myself a very good actor. But, I haven't been in a play in a long, long time. And, I'm beginning to miss it. Times are strange. I'm desperately searching for a balance in my life, but the storm is rocking my little boat too much.
While it's out in the open, I do have a new girlfriend. It's incredible. But, maybe I'll blog more on that later.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
make a difference
proverbs 22:9
A generous man will himself be blessed, for he shares his food with the poor.
I have a desire. The desire is to talk about my deep impressions of seeing poverty, sickness, and starvation in Africa without sounding preachy. After seeing the special on television tonight, I have a deep compassion for the poor people in Africa.
It is encouraging to see platinum celebrities such as Bono and Brad Pitt genuinely reaching out for such a worthy endeavor. Hopefully their celebrity status will get attention to the problems of starvation and poverty in Africa, and prompt people to do something about it.
My friend Les has sponsored and African child for a small fee every month. I was always curious about it. Now, after seeing the film Hotel Rwanda, hearing about the genocide in Darfur, and seeing Brad Pitt's passion for Africa, I have made a concious decision. When I have the means, I want to give money to African aid, and sponsor a child. It's a staggeringly small amount of money that can change someone's life. Click here to find out more about the effort.
Friday, June 03, 2005
NoHo Diner
As you may or may not know, I left California in misery. I felt that my adventures there ended on a high note with a fantastic two day excursion to fabulous Las Vegas! (another blog for another time) But, with all the reasons for moving back to the lovely southeast, I am beginning to miss things about California.
One such thing would be a fantastic little diner a couple of minutes from my apartment called the NoHo Diner. (North Hollywood Diner.) This place had a lot of character. The waitresses were women who were mostly close to the "senior" phase of their lives, if you get my drift. The setting of this diner had a lot of character, and a lot of regulars. I went there, on average, at least once per week. And, every time I would order the burger and fries. It was one of the best burgers I've ever had.
My friend Travis introduced me to this eighth wonder of the world. He was a big fan. He always got the #12, one waffle, bacon, and orange juice. It was the real deal.
This diner was an intrical part of my social life in L.A. Travis took me there one of the first days I was in Hollywood. My friends and I would frequently meet there, since it was open 24 hours per day. It was a weird solace area where we could absorb the strangeness of the environment, have a quality cup of coffee, and have a center of reference for our social meetings.
I've met some interesting people in the diner. A homeless man, a couple of transvestites, and the guy who played Chekov in the original Star Trek. I used to sit out in the outside seating area, that was sort of outside, but it had a roof over it. I loved the fresh air breeze, and the frequent blaring car alarms. Such a strange thing to miss, but there was just nothing like it.
One such thing would be a fantastic little diner a couple of minutes from my apartment called the NoHo Diner. (North Hollywood Diner.) This place had a lot of character. The waitresses were women who were mostly close to the "senior" phase of their lives, if you get my drift. The setting of this diner had a lot of character, and a lot of regulars. I went there, on average, at least once per week. And, every time I would order the burger and fries. It was one of the best burgers I've ever had.
My friend Travis introduced me to this eighth wonder of the world. He was a big fan. He always got the #12, one waffle, bacon, and orange juice. It was the real deal.
This diner was an intrical part of my social life in L.A. Travis took me there one of the first days I was in Hollywood. My friends and I would frequently meet there, since it was open 24 hours per day. It was a weird solace area where we could absorb the strangeness of the environment, have a quality cup of coffee, and have a center of reference for our social meetings.
I've met some interesting people in the diner. A homeless man, a couple of transvestites, and the guy who played Chekov in the original Star Trek. I used to sit out in the outside seating area, that was sort of outside, but it had a roof over it. I loved the fresh air breeze, and the frequent blaring car alarms. Such a strange thing to miss, but there was just nothing like it.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
texas chainsaw massacre
I am a big 70's/80's horror film fan. They are usually clunky, low-budget, saturated with bad acting, and filled with wonderful "special effects." I sometimes wonder how these films get made, and all these elements are part of the appeal. These movies are rarely scarey, but it's kind of fun when they are.
I'll start by telling you my favorite of all time: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
I always go into these films expecting them to be really bad. That's the fun. So, I rented the ancient VHS copy of TCM, popped it in the VCR, and my life was changed. Yes, the acting is bad. Yes, it's low budget. And it is a rare cinematic genius.
The film takes place in Texas (duh). Many of the shots are hot open road, blazing in the sun. The opening scenes of the sun, and the voice over by John Larroquette, are stunning. The sound effects are great. It is revealed that a group of unknown grave robbers have stolen some corpses from a local graveyard.
Then the action begins. A group of somewhat miscreant teens/early 20's kids is traveling to vacation at one of their grandfather's old houses. The dialouge is hokey, and the "performances" are clearly amateur. The first third of this film has some fantastic shots, creative angles, but other than that it's kind of slow. I was wondering why I had heard about this movie so much, and why some considered it classic. I was assuming it would probably go over my head.
Gradually, this film's true persona unravels. Like poetry, the pace of the film draws you in and scares your pants off! Surprisingly, there is very little, if any, blood. There is a bit of gore, but clearly would be PG-13 by today's standards. No, this isn't a slasher film. This is a suspenseful and psychological horror. By the time you're introduced to Leatherface, the notorious TCM killer, the pace of the film picks up, more ultra-bizarre freaks are introduced in the film, and the ending is simply unbelievable. I don't want to ruin it by explaining details, but I'll just tell you, it's wondrous. This is one of the most demented films I've ever seen, but not really offensive. Just bizarre, and a little scary. There are a few films I would actually consider poems. Most of them are Stanley Kubrick films. But, Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is truly a cinematic poem. Rare, and artistically pure.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
new challenges
So, the other day I was watching TV. A Clearasil commercial came on, and I thought the girl in the commercial was familiar. Alas, I knew her! A wonderful moment! And, I was watching (yes, I admit) the Disney show That's So Raven and I saw another guy I auditioned for once. I saw a sitcom tonight that I went to a taping of, and I also saw 'ol Uncle Chuck Norris on the tube tonight. Friendly and strange reminders of a life I once lived. A life that only a handful of people know much about. It kind of makes me sad to have this year of life that's kind of a blank spot for so many friends and family. I wanted to bring more people into that world, but things had a way of working out differently. I still find that tough to accept. But, I soldier on in this new world. These new circumstances call for a different mindset. I struggle with the challenge, but I welcome new challenges. I don't believe in predestination (if you're not familiar with predestination, do yourself a favor and don't even ask), but I do believe that we all meet our destiny in one way or another. We have a responsibility to make choices. That is our power. We humans don't have much power beyond decision making. That's why I fight myself inwardly every day to make the right choices, and so often fail. But, I know the road to my ultimate destiny will inevitably be fulfilled. Uh,...I hope.
Monday, May 30, 2005
John 3
1After dark one evening, a Jewish religious leader named Nicodemus, a Pharisee, 2came to speak with Jesus. "Teacher," he said, "we all know that God has sent you to teach us. Your miraculous signs are proof enough that God is with you."
3Jesus replied, "I assure you, unless you are born again,[a] you can never see the Kingdom of God."
4"What do you mean?" exclaimed Nicodemus. "How can an old man go back into his mother's womb and be born again?"
5Jesus replied, "The truth is, no one can enter the Kingdom of God without being born of water and the Spirit.[b] 6Humans can reproduce only human life, but the Holy Spirit gives new life from heaven. 7So don't be surprised at my statement that you[c] must be born again. 8Just as you can hear the wind but can't tell where it comes from or where it is going, so you can't explain how people are born of the Spirit."
Saturday, May 28, 2005
simply astounding
When Universal and NBC merged, every employee got a gift package. It included highlights from NBC, as well as Universal. The E.T. The Extra Terrestrial DVD was included as the Universal contribution. Here is the official E.T. web page.
I must say, E.T. is still one of my favorite movies of all time. If you haven't seen it in a while, it's worth another look. Most films I watched when I was a kid are just unbearable now. But, this one stands the test of time.
To me, this is a beautiful story about true love. It is an homage to the beauty and mystery of science. It is also about friendship, and unconditional love. Even if other people misunderstand, or stand in judgement. It is a moving film. The music is fantastic. And, watching it now, it transports me back to my childhood in a nostalgic bliss. However, it's not too syrupy sweet. It is a strange and wonderful tale of the possibilities of the unknown, and the bonds of family in tragic times.
In my 26 year journey, I have met some interesting people. I have had conflict and pain, jealousy and misunderstanding. There have been fights, abuses, wrongdoings, and unforgiveness. I have experienced failure and disappointments.
But, I have also had the privelage of meeting people from all walks of life. Strange people, driven people. Creative, misunderstood, beautiful people. Business people, professors, street prophets, celebrities, and rejected members of society trying to survive. I have been in the middle of a pilgrimage that has brought me through fires, valleys, and fears. Yet, I continue to endure and preservere. I am thankful for all I have been given. Because, faithful reader, we earn nothing. Earning is an illusion. We are privelaged with gifts of life and love. We don't deserve them. I don't know about tomorrow, but I am thankful for what I have today. Right now. This moment is the only moment that has or ever will exist.
And, I also really enjoy watching Top Gun. That's another classic 80's movie.
I must say, E.T. is still one of my favorite movies of all time. If you haven't seen it in a while, it's worth another look. Most films I watched when I was a kid are just unbearable now. But, this one stands the test of time.
To me, this is a beautiful story about true love. It is an homage to the beauty and mystery of science. It is also about friendship, and unconditional love. Even if other people misunderstand, or stand in judgement. It is a moving film. The music is fantastic. And, watching it now, it transports me back to my childhood in a nostalgic bliss. However, it's not too syrupy sweet. It is a strange and wonderful tale of the possibilities of the unknown, and the bonds of family in tragic times.
In my 26 year journey, I have met some interesting people. I have had conflict and pain, jealousy and misunderstanding. There have been fights, abuses, wrongdoings, and unforgiveness. I have experienced failure and disappointments.
But, I have also had the privelage of meeting people from all walks of life. Strange people, driven people. Creative, misunderstood, beautiful people. Business people, professors, street prophets, celebrities, and rejected members of society trying to survive. I have been in the middle of a pilgrimage that has brought me through fires, valleys, and fears. Yet, I continue to endure and preservere. I am thankful for all I have been given. Because, faithful reader, we earn nothing. Earning is an illusion. We are privelaged with gifts of life and love. We don't deserve them. I don't know about tomorrow, but I am thankful for what I have today. Right now. This moment is the only moment that has or ever will exist.
And, I also really enjoy watching Top Gun. That's another classic 80's movie.
Friday, May 27, 2005
the jury is out
After pajamas in public places, suv dancing, Gary Coleman, an insane prosecution Mom, and a bizarre array of celebrity witnesses, Michael Jackson's defense team rests. There is (or was) a rebuttle from the prosecution, and now we wait. There could be a decision as early as next week.
To you this question is posed, loyal reader. What will the verdict be? I'm thinking not guilty. And then, new album. And THEN...(be still my twittering heart)...LIVE CONCERT TOUR?!? Just my prediction. And hope.
And, while I'm on the subject. I would love to take this opportunity to confess something. This whole blog of mine is about the struggling life of a starving artist. Sort of. Along with that, I love providing weird and crazy stories of yesteryear, when I resided in Studio City, CA. Once upon a time, up at Universal, my friend Cindy and I thought we saw Michael Jackson. He was going up an escalator. It certainly looked like Michael. Mid-90's attire, (something like a Victorian suit of armor), and several Secret Service-like security guards surrounding him. People were yelling, and screaming, and waving, "MICHAEL! MICHEAL!" I thought it was him. Oh, how I thought it was him.
A couple of months later, one of the managers of the club he was going into came down to the pizza place where I worked. I told him about the incident, and he promptly explained that it was a hired impersonator. Well, shuck my corn and call me Carlos. I'd been scammed.
To you this question is posed, loyal reader. What will the verdict be? I'm thinking not guilty. And then, new album. And THEN...(be still my twittering heart)...LIVE CONCERT TOUR?!? Just my prediction. And hope.
And, while I'm on the subject. I would love to take this opportunity to confess something. This whole blog of mine is about the struggling life of a starving artist. Sort of. Along with that, I love providing weird and crazy stories of yesteryear, when I resided in Studio City, CA. Once upon a time, up at Universal, my friend Cindy and I thought we saw Michael Jackson. He was going up an escalator. It certainly looked like Michael. Mid-90's attire, (something like a Victorian suit of armor), and several Secret Service-like security guards surrounding him. People were yelling, and screaming, and waving, "MICHAEL! MICHEAL!" I thought it was him. Oh, how I thought it was him.
A couple of months later, one of the managers of the club he was going into came down to the pizza place where I worked. I told him about the incident, and he promptly explained that it was a hired impersonator. Well, shuck my corn and call me Carlos. I'd been scammed.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
She did it!
I was scammed. The reality TV machine sucked me into its entertaining web of deceit. I knew months ago that Carrie was going to win American Idol. The judges pushed for it, she was never in the bottom three, and everyone knew.
In the last two or three weeks, however, I began to have my doubts. Say what you will about American Idol, but there was a lot of talent in the top ten. As the competition intensified with each eliminated contestant, Bo Bice somehow rose to the top. I already knew that Carrie was going to win. Why did I believe the hype? The producers and promoters hype it up on purpose to add drama and raise the stakes of the show. So, in the finale last night, I was actually shocked when Carrie Underwood won. I was a clod who got caught up in the hype. But, I knew she would win! Why was I surprised?
It was still a fairly entertaining show. Lynard Skynard performed with Bo, which was the highlight. There was a moderately humerous, if not watered down, sketch where the judges Paula, Randy and Simon made fun of the allegations against Paula Abdul. I thought the Aerosmith number that Constantine, Jessica, and Nadia did was a terrible bomb. And, Kenny G is still crappy. I don't care what anyone says.
I'm going to buy Carrie's album when it comes out. I also want to go see a concert of the top ten finalists. Overall, I admit: I was entertained by the giant reality machine last night. Sue me.
In the last two or three weeks, however, I began to have my doubts. Say what you will about American Idol, but there was a lot of talent in the top ten. As the competition intensified with each eliminated contestant, Bo Bice somehow rose to the top. I already knew that Carrie was going to win. Why did I believe the hype? The producers and promoters hype it up on purpose to add drama and raise the stakes of the show. So, in the finale last night, I was actually shocked when Carrie Underwood won. I was a clod who got caught up in the hype. But, I knew she would win! Why was I surprised?
It was still a fairly entertaining show. Lynard Skynard performed with Bo, which was the highlight. There was a moderately humerous, if not watered down, sketch where the judges Paula, Randy and Simon made fun of the allegations against Paula Abdul. I thought the Aerosmith number that Constantine, Jessica, and Nadia did was a terrible bomb. And, Kenny G is still crappy. I don't care what anyone says.
I'm going to buy Carrie's album when it comes out. I also want to go see a concert of the top ten finalists. Overall, I admit: I was entertained by the giant reality machine last night. Sue me.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Elmer Ave
My friend Ward is beginning to create somewhat of a buzz in Hollywood these days. He and his friend have begun a grassroots fashion design company called Elmer Ave. It's a rock high-fashion sort of deal. They've been "debuting" their stuff at various fashion shows in L.A., and they're beginning to sell in more stores. You can check it out at Apparel News. Just scroll down to the "fashion" section, and click on Elmer Ave.'s recent party and fashion show." Not to drop names or anything (hehe) but, members of the Black Eyed Peas, and Rascal Flatts have worn their apparel. There are other bands and whatnot who have sported their clothes. I guess they just picked them off the rack at a store in Hollywood where Elmer Ave. was available.
If you've ever seen the Clay Aiken video for "Invisible", then you probably know Ward. He's the guy in the background who's one of the fake guitar players. (But, Ward really plays the guitar. But, not for Clay Aiken.) He was also an extra in Sweet Home Alabama. It's his claim to fame. Hilarious, and wonderful, all at the same time.
The guy in this picture isn't Ward. Simply a random model. But, he's stylin' the Elmer Ave.
That's my news from tinsel town for now.
Yoda discipline
After seeing Star Wars, I began pondering Yoda's spirituality. He gives Anakin some wise words: you must train yourself to let go of all you care about. Then, you will find freedom from jealousy and pain. It's a very ancient and Eastern Philosphy, rooted in Buddhism and probably further back in Hinduism. It's no surprise to me that George Lucas deliberately incorporated Eastern Philosophy into the latest Star Wars film, as he did in the original trilogy. Most famously, in The Empire Strikes Back, With other Buddhist words of wisdom from Yoda about letting go of earthly desire.
So, where am I going with this? Well, glad you asked. I am reminded of one of my favorite spiritual guide books (outside the Bible, duh.) It's called Celebration of Discipline. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Oh, yeah! I LOVE to celebrate discipline! Why didn't I realize there was a BOOK about it?!?" Well, it's better than it sounds.
It's written by Richard Foster. A Quaker, nonetheless. I love this book. Because, we don't often think of our spiritual lives as something that actually improves by cultivating discipline. But, this book has helped me probably more than any other single devotional book. Don't get me wrong, Celebration of Discipline is not a devotional. It's more like a guide of spiritual cultivation for your life. He ties together meditation, study, and prayer. They are seperate disciplines to be sure, but they all contribute to your overall spiritual unity.
The Jedi would like this book. I wouldn't be surprised if you see it on Obi-Wan' s bookshelf in Star Wars: A New Hope. Seriously, if you spot this book in your local used bookstore, or even if you feel enclined to purchase it on Amazon, it's a good read.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Revenge of the Sith
Alas, the epic saga is complete. For nerds everywhere, the Star Wars circle is finalized. Not just nerds are into Star Wars, though. Many, many people love it. It's a magical cinematic genius that transports you to other worlds. The original trilogy is special, and I believe they're better than the prequels.
With that introduction, the real bit of news for this blog is my reaction to the final installation in the six film heroic opera, Revenge of the Sith. I saw it last night with some friends in a sold-out show.
The film hits the ground running. The opening shots reveal Anakin Skywalker and Ob-1 hurtling through an extraordinary panoramic space battle in an attempt to save the kidnapped Chancellor Palpatine. The action is very, very intense, fast-paced, and the tone is dark. As the plot unravels, we slowly watch Anakin get seduced by the lies of the dark side. The action sequences are frequent, and incredibly ambitious. George Lucas seems to have honed the abilities of Industrial Light and Magic.
The actual plot is much more interesting than that of Episodes 1 and 2. The murky and overwrought political dialouge that overburdened Episode 1 is finally replaced with pure payoff. Watching "Lord Sidious" increase his ever-strengthening grip over the political structure was very, very exciting. I think the strength in the writing of Revenge of the Sith is the poetic language Palpatine uses to draw Anakin to his side.
Some are uncomfortable taking their kids to see this Star Wars, and rightfully so. It's quite violent. It was disturbing, in a way, to see such a violent Star Wars film. After five other PG ratings, the sixth is finally PG-13. There are many light sabre battles, which makes it immensely entertaining.
Thumbs Up: Breath-taking special effects, intense fighting, The Emperor, Wookies, good pace, lots of fun action. We get to see how Anakin becomes Darth Vader. Natalie Portman is good, Ewan McGregor is fantastic. The Emperor is genuinely evil and seething. Hayden Christenson is much better in this one than in Episode 2. We get to see R2-D2 fight! The emotional tone is deeper than the first two prequels.
Thumbs Down: Mace Windu is under-utilized. General Greivous is sickly and didn't live up to the hype of all the promotion. Not enough Chewbacca! Some Yoda fight scenes were a bit tedious (maybe a bit too long). Despite the 2 1/2 hour time of the film, some plot points seemed to be skimmed over. For example, Mace Windu, Wookies, Padme, and the conclusion of the film seemed to be crammed with all the tying up of loose ends. It was almost as if George Lucas realized all this stuff had to be crammed in there somehow, and had to make it work.
So, what do I think over all? Come on. It's Star Wars. I absolutely loved it. I'll be watching it several more times before it leaves theaters.
Sidenote tidbit:
Samuel L. Jackson (Mace Windu) said that he knows he must die in this film, so he told George Lucas that he'll only do the film if Mace Windu goes out in a blaze of glory and not "like some sucka". On an American late-night talk show, he confirmed that he did indeed have a meaningful death scene, and did not go out like "some punk."
With that introduction, the real bit of news for this blog is my reaction to the final installation in the six film heroic opera, Revenge of the Sith. I saw it last night with some friends in a sold-out show.
The film hits the ground running. The opening shots reveal Anakin Skywalker and Ob-1 hurtling through an extraordinary panoramic space battle in an attempt to save the kidnapped Chancellor Palpatine. The action is very, very intense, fast-paced, and the tone is dark. As the plot unravels, we slowly watch Anakin get seduced by the lies of the dark side. The action sequences are frequent, and incredibly ambitious. George Lucas seems to have honed the abilities of Industrial Light and Magic.
The actual plot is much more interesting than that of Episodes 1 and 2. The murky and overwrought political dialouge that overburdened Episode 1 is finally replaced with pure payoff. Watching "Lord Sidious" increase his ever-strengthening grip over the political structure was very, very exciting. I think the strength in the writing of Revenge of the Sith is the poetic language Palpatine uses to draw Anakin to his side.
Some are uncomfortable taking their kids to see this Star Wars, and rightfully so. It's quite violent. It was disturbing, in a way, to see such a violent Star Wars film. After five other PG ratings, the sixth is finally PG-13. There are many light sabre battles, which makes it immensely entertaining.
Thumbs Up: Breath-taking special effects, intense fighting, The Emperor, Wookies, good pace, lots of fun action. We get to see how Anakin becomes Darth Vader. Natalie Portman is good, Ewan McGregor is fantastic. The Emperor is genuinely evil and seething. Hayden Christenson is much better in this one than in Episode 2. We get to see R2-D2 fight! The emotional tone is deeper than the first two prequels.
Thumbs Down: Mace Windu is under-utilized. General Greivous is sickly and didn't live up to the hype of all the promotion. Not enough Chewbacca! Some Yoda fight scenes were a bit tedious (maybe a bit too long). Despite the 2 1/2 hour time of the film, some plot points seemed to be skimmed over. For example, Mace Windu, Wookies, Padme, and the conclusion of the film seemed to be crammed with all the tying up of loose ends. It was almost as if George Lucas realized all this stuff had to be crammed in there somehow, and had to make it work.
So, what do I think over all? Come on. It's Star Wars. I absolutely loved it. I'll be watching it several more times before it leaves theaters.
Sidenote tidbit:
Samuel L. Jackson (Mace Windu) said that he knows he must die in this film, so he told George Lucas that he'll only do the film if Mace Windu goes out in a blaze of glory and not "like some sucka". On an American late-night talk show, he confirmed that he did indeed have a meaningful death scene, and did not go out like "some punk."
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Dear Corporate World
Yesterday I had a job interview in neighboring metropolis, Nashville, Tennessee. It's with a carrot company that makes various fruit and vegetable drinks, all natural. I have been in talks with these people for three months now. There's a good chance a job may come of this, eventually.
The interview yesterday was the first time I've met anyone from this company face to face. Daunting? You betcha. I was already self-conscious enough after four grueling phone interviews with various strangers. Was I interviewing for four different jobs? What's going on here? How excited can I make myself sound about being a go-getter after the 11th question? After all that, it was finally time to face the piper.
The first 4 HOURS driving to Nashville with no A/C wasn't so bad. Then, literally just as I got into Nasvhille limits, my engine began to overheat. I mean, overheat. The gauge red-lined, there was a bit of smoke. Already nervous about not knowing my way around Nashville, and meeting people that could potentially change the course of the rest of my life, my jitters were promoted to full-blown panic. Not fun. I pulled over, and luckily there was a body shop guy nearby.
[insert southern accent] "Yeah, it looks like you ain't gonna get all the way back t'Knoxville on that."
Well, awesome. Twenty minutes until my interview. My car was overheated, I was somehwere in downtown Nashville far from the Starbucks, and I had no idea how to get there from where I was. Great times.
I called the woman I was supposed to interview with, and she seemed very understanding. My car came limping into the parking lot twenty minutes late for the interview. I had car coolant all over my hands, I was sweating, and totally out of it. "Hey, I'd be a great asset to your company. I'm a REAL PEOPLE PERSON!!! DID I MENTION I LOVE PEOPLE?!? GEEZ, I FREAKIN' LIVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE!! DID I MENTION THAT?!?" (Then I break down into tears.)
"Thank you, Evan. We'll call you."
Okay, so it didn't go that rough. But, another strike out was that she expected me to have this powerpoint presentation ready. Um, I had no idea. I'm sure I've got this job in the bag.
Dear corporate world,
I'm not a robot. I'm doing the best I can, but I can't be perfect. YES, I made mistakes in college. YES, I moved to California in pursuit of a dream. YES, I want to sell carrots! NOW, HIRE ME!!!
Most Sincerely,
Evan
The interview yesterday was the first time I've met anyone from this company face to face. Daunting? You betcha. I was already self-conscious enough after four grueling phone interviews with various strangers. Was I interviewing for four different jobs? What's going on here? How excited can I make myself sound about being a go-getter after the 11th question? After all that, it was finally time to face the piper.
The first 4 HOURS driving to Nashville with no A/C wasn't so bad. Then, literally just as I got into Nasvhille limits, my engine began to overheat. I mean, overheat. The gauge red-lined, there was a bit of smoke. Already nervous about not knowing my way around Nashville, and meeting people that could potentially change the course of the rest of my life, my jitters were promoted to full-blown panic. Not fun. I pulled over, and luckily there was a body shop guy nearby.
[insert southern accent] "Yeah, it looks like you ain't gonna get all the way back t'Knoxville on that."
Well, awesome. Twenty minutes until my interview. My car was overheated, I was somehwere in downtown Nashville far from the Starbucks, and I had no idea how to get there from where I was. Great times.
I called the woman I was supposed to interview with, and she seemed very understanding. My car came limping into the parking lot twenty minutes late for the interview. I had car coolant all over my hands, I was sweating, and totally out of it. "Hey, I'd be a great asset to your company. I'm a REAL PEOPLE PERSON!!! DID I MENTION I LOVE PEOPLE?!? GEEZ, I FREAKIN' LIVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE!! DID I MENTION THAT?!?" (Then I break down into tears.)
"Thank you, Evan. We'll call you."
Okay, so it didn't go that rough. But, another strike out was that she expected me to have this powerpoint presentation ready. Um, I had no idea. I'm sure I've got this job in the bag.
Dear corporate world,
I'm not a robot. I'm doing the best I can, but I can't be perfect. YES, I made mistakes in college. YES, I moved to California in pursuit of a dream. YES, I want to sell carrots! NOW, HIRE ME!!!
Most Sincerely,
Evan
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
miracles happen
A miracle happened in my life today.
I was driving home, after eating lunch. I had just finished a phone interview, and my mind was winding down from answering point blank questions about my college history, career goals, and where-I-see-myself-in-five-years type lingo. I was happily listening to Beck and enjoying the summer sun.
Then, the miracle happened. I saw, on the side of the road, a little table. This road is about a four lane, fairly busy vein of highway. The house was a little one story house, set back a good chunk from the road. What did I spot on the little table? An Atari 2600, amidst a scattered bunch of old junky electronics. I pulled into the driveway, and examined this treasure. There were about 20 vintage Atarti cartridge games, and two paddle controllers. I eagerly rang the doorbell of the little house.
"Yes?" A timid, rather intimidated looking elderly white woman in a night gown answered the door. She eyed me suspiciously.
"Ma'am, I see that you have an Atari from what looks like a yardsale. Still interested in selling it?"
"Well, I suppose. It's my grandson's."
My heart rate quickened. "How much would you take for it?"
"Well, honey, I don't know. 4 or 5 dollars."
4 or 5 dollars. I was having an out-of-body experience. I promptly handed her a $5 from my wallet, and thanked her for her time. I scooped up the Atari, the wires, the controllers, and the bag full of games, and plopped them into the passenger's seat of my wondrous hatchback.
You may not believe this, ladies and gentlemen, but the Atari actually works. I took it home, dusted it off, and was utterly stunned when it worked perfectly. My mother was just somewhat puzzled by my glee. But, learn this lesson: miracles do happen. Wondrous miracles. My Atari 2600 is living proof.
I was driving home, after eating lunch. I had just finished a phone interview, and my mind was winding down from answering point blank questions about my college history, career goals, and where-I-see-myself-in-five-years type lingo. I was happily listening to Beck and enjoying the summer sun.
Then, the miracle happened. I saw, on the side of the road, a little table. This road is about a four lane, fairly busy vein of highway. The house was a little one story house, set back a good chunk from the road. What did I spot on the little table? An Atari 2600, amidst a scattered bunch of old junky electronics. I pulled into the driveway, and examined this treasure. There were about 20 vintage Atarti cartridge games, and two paddle controllers. I eagerly rang the doorbell of the little house.
"Yes?" A timid, rather intimidated looking elderly white woman in a night gown answered the door. She eyed me suspiciously.
"Ma'am, I see that you have an Atari from what looks like a yardsale. Still interested in selling it?"
"Well, I suppose. It's my grandson's."
My heart rate quickened. "How much would you take for it?"
"Well, honey, I don't know. 4 or 5 dollars."
4 or 5 dollars. I was having an out-of-body experience. I promptly handed her a $5 from my wallet, and thanked her for her time. I scooped up the Atari, the wires, the controllers, and the bag full of games, and plopped them into the passenger's seat of my wondrous hatchback.
You may not believe this, ladies and gentlemen, but the Atari actually works. I took it home, dusted it off, and was utterly stunned when it worked perfectly. My mother was just somewhat puzzled by my glee. But, learn this lesson: miracles do happen. Wondrous miracles. My Atari 2600 is living proof.
Monday, May 16, 2005
shopping is a feeling
You know him as the lead singer of 80's band The Talking Heads. But, David Byrne has gone on to do amazing things as a solo artist. He has a series of critically successful off-beat pop albums. Feelings, The Forest, Looking Into The Eyeball, and more recently, Grown Backwards just to name a few.
And, he even wrote and directed a feature film in the 80's called True Stories. It's one of my favorites, based on a Talking Heads album by the same name. It's a comedy, quite bizarre.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
George Jones
Congratulations are in order for country singing legend George Jones. He recently celebrated 50 years in the music business. Also known as "The 'Ol Possum", and "No-Show Jones" ,(because he was notoriously absent for studio and concert appointments), George Jones has sealed a place in the halls of country legend alongside Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton.
If you're not familiar with his music, I recommend any one of the variety of "greatest hits" collections Jones has, and one of his most recent albums, The Cold Hard Truth. Every song on this album is a winner, my personal favorite being the title track. Another classic worth mentioning from this album is the song Choices. It's graceful, genuine, and beautiful. One of his classic hits, He Stopped Loving Her Today, was recently voted the #1 country song of all time.
His rich and grandpa-like voice grace the presence of many a sad tune. Lyrics of lost love, honky tonk, empty bars, and broken hearts accompany sad fiddles and whining steel guitars. Incredible.
Known for hard drinking and irresponsible revelry back in his prime, Jones sails gracefully into a senior legendary status as a bigger-than-life country icon. Congratulations, George!
Saturday, May 07, 2005
An L.A. Daydream
I spend my days here in East Tennessee trying to balance a social life, a career search, and a family identity. Things sure have changed since the 'ol days of Los Angeles survival. I find my daydreams more and more frequently drifting to my times in L.A. Obscure memories are coming to the surface that tend to be forced to the back of my conscience. Most of them are about Universal Studios, since that's probably where I spent the most hours. However, so many other good and weird things happened.
Probably the second or third day I was in Studio City, my roommate Doug drove me down to his management office, called CA Talent. They weren't really "agents", so to speak. But, they basically were. They represented a great deal of people, and sent headshots and resumes out to various casting calls. Different casting directors would fax or email them little blurbs, describing what they needed, then CA Talent would send in the people right for the job. Then, if the casting directors for whatever shows liked some headshot CA Talent sent them, that actor would get called in for an audition.
Doug parked on the street, and we walked up to the gate and buzzed in. It was a little one story place, nice and clean. Very California style. Doug introduced me to a beautiful "young" woman, (don't remember her name), and she stretched a smile over her botox face. California actors are energetic, upbeat, and...unique. I loved it on one hand, but it could also be creepy.
I actually got to help them for an hour or so, reading blurbs, then sifting through files and files of headshots to find people who matched the descriptions. "casting call for: JAG We need a middle aged white man who's willing to shave his head to look military. SAG preferable. Must be staunch, very tough, and no taller than 5'8". Grizzly voice is better." Um...okay.
Then, a guy came in the office, an actor named Stan. I began talking to him about comedy and whatnot, and he had done some extra work on CSI and whatnot. It turns out that he's from Atlanta, and he had played Carson-Newman College in basketball. (Carson-Newman is my alma mater) Small world, huh?
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Everyone has Favorites
The definition of a movie star has changed somewhat over the years. It seems to me that back in the "golden age" of Hollywood, movie stars like Cary Grant, Clark Gable, Doris Day, and Bela Lagousi were bigger-than-life royalty. With the advent of cable television, satellite television, movieplexes with 20 theaters, behind-the-scenes DVD features, and the internet, our culture is super-saturated and overexposed to media.
In the Jackass and reality tv era, where are the true "movie stars"? Even the term "movie star" has all but lost it's glamour in my book. Well, the true movie stars are still there. They're just somewhat overwhelmed with all other media images.
Here are my top five favorite (current) film actors. These are the ones who are the most compelling, most consistently good acting, and have the most "movie star" factor, in my opinion. They're not just "actors", but movie stars.
(These are just the males, I'll save the starlets for a different blog.)
5. Samuel L. Jackson
Okay, so maybe the new Shaft movie was sort of a flop. But, Samuel L. Jackson has proven himself over the years as a man who transcends "actor" status. With a legendary performance in Pulp Fiction, he became instant A-list. I don't think I've ever seen a Sam Jackson performance I didn't like. His aura is bigger than the silver screen. Remember Unbreakable, Coach Carter, Changing Lanes, and The Negotaitor? He also spread his talents to animated features with The Incredibles, and became a new pop culture icon in the new Star Wars films. Samuel L. Jackson is platinum.
4. Johnny Depp
When The Pirates of Caribbean launched Johnny Depp to a new level of platinum, he won critical acclaim and the hearts of so many moviegoers. The character of Captain Jack Sparrow has become something of a pop culture icon in and of itself. However, my love for Depp spans back to the days of Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, and Blow. Depp has earned the label of being the outlaw movie star with the heart of a beatnik. But, those labels are true. Depp is an artist who has become one of the biggest movie stars alive by following his heart. You can't beat that. And, he's probably in the top three film actors of all time, in my book. He is in the same realm as Peter O'Toole, Marlon Brando, or James Dean.
3. Wilem DaFoe
Beginning his career in experimental improvisational groups, Wilem DaFoe developed a work eithic that drives him to do anything for his art. He is also an actor who brings to mind the word "imagination". His characters are distinct, bold, and DaFoe openly takes risks. His performance in Shadow of the Vampire is one of my favorites of all time. He was also born to play the Green Goblin in Spiderman. He continues to choose unique and fascinating films. He strikes me as the modern day Peter O'Toole. Eccentric, unique, and brilliant.
2. Bill Murray
This one is a no-brainer to me. Begining as a funny man in the early years of Saturday Night Live, Murray proved himself an endearing and lovable goofball. In recent years, however, he has gained the credibility he deserves for being a wonderful actor and a compelling screen presence. Ghostbusters, Scrooged, What About Bob?, Groundhog Day, Ed Wood, Charlie's Angels, and Wild Things were only the beginning. He has gained a whole new status in films like Rushmore, Royal Tenanbaums, Hamlet, and of course Lost In Translation. Lost In Translation is one of my favorite films, due in large part to Bill Murray. Want to see a fun-loving goofball? Watch What About Bob? Want to see brilliant and subtle technique? Watch Hamlet. Bill Murray is a platinum movie star.
1. Will Ferrell
This guy is one of the best. Don't be surprised if he earns Oscar recognition one day. How can every single word that comes out of someone's mouth be so honkin' hilarious? Whenever Ferrell is on the screen, I'm captivated and laughing incontrollably. Another Saturday Night Live alumni, he has successfully earned an A-list status. And, he's got the talent to last for many years. I look forward to watching him continue to make teriffic choices. I could list all his upcoming and current films, but you get the idea.
Honorable mentions: Tom Cruise, Al Pacino, and Robert DeNiro. I mean, come on.
In the Jackass and reality tv era, where are the true "movie stars"? Even the term "movie star" has all but lost it's glamour in my book. Well, the true movie stars are still there. They're just somewhat overwhelmed with all other media images.
Here are my top five favorite (current) film actors. These are the ones who are the most compelling, most consistently good acting, and have the most "movie star" factor, in my opinion. They're not just "actors", but movie stars.
(These are just the males, I'll save the starlets for a different blog.)
5. Samuel L. Jackson
Okay, so maybe the new Shaft movie was sort of a flop. But, Samuel L. Jackson has proven himself over the years as a man who transcends "actor" status. With a legendary performance in Pulp Fiction, he became instant A-list. I don't think I've ever seen a Sam Jackson performance I didn't like. His aura is bigger than the silver screen. Remember Unbreakable, Coach Carter, Changing Lanes, and The Negotaitor? He also spread his talents to animated features with The Incredibles, and became a new pop culture icon in the new Star Wars films. Samuel L. Jackson is platinum.
4. Johnny Depp
When The Pirates of Caribbean launched Johnny Depp to a new level of platinum, he won critical acclaim and the hearts of so many moviegoers. The character of Captain Jack Sparrow has become something of a pop culture icon in and of itself. However, my love for Depp spans back to the days of Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, and Blow. Depp has earned the label of being the outlaw movie star with the heart of a beatnik. But, those labels are true. Depp is an artist who has become one of the biggest movie stars alive by following his heart. You can't beat that. And, he's probably in the top three film actors of all time, in my book. He is in the same realm as Peter O'Toole, Marlon Brando, or James Dean.
3. Wilem DaFoe
Beginning his career in experimental improvisational groups, Wilem DaFoe developed a work eithic that drives him to do anything for his art. He is also an actor who brings to mind the word "imagination". His characters are distinct, bold, and DaFoe openly takes risks. His performance in Shadow of the Vampire is one of my favorites of all time. He was also born to play the Green Goblin in Spiderman. He continues to choose unique and fascinating films. He strikes me as the modern day Peter O'Toole. Eccentric, unique, and brilliant.
2. Bill Murray
This one is a no-brainer to me. Begining as a funny man in the early years of Saturday Night Live, Murray proved himself an endearing and lovable goofball. In recent years, however, he has gained the credibility he deserves for being a wonderful actor and a compelling screen presence. Ghostbusters, Scrooged, What About Bob?, Groundhog Day, Ed Wood, Charlie's Angels, and Wild Things were only the beginning. He has gained a whole new status in films like Rushmore, Royal Tenanbaums, Hamlet, and of course Lost In Translation. Lost In Translation is one of my favorite films, due in large part to Bill Murray. Want to see a fun-loving goofball? Watch What About Bob? Want to see brilliant and subtle technique? Watch Hamlet. Bill Murray is a platinum movie star.
1. Will Ferrell
This guy is one of the best. Don't be surprised if he earns Oscar recognition one day. How can every single word that comes out of someone's mouth be so honkin' hilarious? Whenever Ferrell is on the screen, I'm captivated and laughing incontrollably. Another Saturday Night Live alumni, he has successfully earned an A-list status. And, he's got the talent to last for many years. I look forward to watching him continue to make teriffic choices. I could list all his upcoming and current films, but you get the idea.
Honorable mentions: Tom Cruise, Al Pacino, and Robert DeNiro. I mean, come on.
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