Yesterday John and I went to see Boogie Nights.

What a wonderful movie! Ah, the seventies. A time of macrame, cocaine, the colour brown and eating eggs. It was hysterically funny, and then very dark. It's about of sin and redemption; about basically good, innocent people (porn or no porn) who lose their way, and then find it again. It's about people with big dreams. Great perfs all around.

And the music! Every song was a big memory, and the song Boogie Nights was not in it, which was a big plus. I have only once come out of a movie theatre and walked directly across the street to buy the soundtrack (Natural Born Killers) but this would have been the second if only it hadn't been 10p and the record store had been open. I'll buy it today, though, first thing.

My two fave lines in the film were the one in the javascript (those on IE, sorry, I still don't know why you can't see it!) and when at the first movie shoot a woman was walking off set, and Jack says "Where are you going?" and she says:
"To wash my vagina!"

When I got home I was on the phone with Mom, telling her about the movie and she told this story about how the other night she was up really late watching something on video, and when she turned off the VCR she was on channel 3, which is public access in LA, and suddenly she was watching this big greasy naked guy interviewing two naked girls, and she told me in great detail what they did, which is a very odd thing to hear from one's mother:

"And then she bent over and a man came out of the audience and started sucking on her fanny! (ed: That's the American definition of the word, meaning butt, not the British definition of the word, meaning vagina) And I thought that how did he know that she didn't just make a BM?"

Anyway, she watched the entire show, and told me "I haven't seen it since--I don't know when it's on. I'd have to stay up the whole night waiting for it, and I don't think it's worth it!"

Speaking of movies, yesterday someone popped popcorn in the microwave at work, which made me think that I hadn't seen a film for ages, and then I remembered that when Melody was here we went to see In and Out, and I never mentioned it.

It was swell! Joan Cusak stole every scene she was in, and Kevin Klein was excellent, and I particularly loved Debbie Reynolds. And I must say, without giving anything away, that judging from the ending, Paul Rudnick must have watched Spartacus sometime during the writing of the film...

I was reading a review in New York Magazine of the Broadway play Triumph of Love, and John Simon said one of the worst things I've ever read about an actor:

"Christopher Sieber is a whey-faced lug who sings tolerably but cannot act at all."

Wow. That must have hurt.

One year ago today:
So, just use your imaginations, darlings.

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