So yesterday I had this ginchy rehearsal (this show is gonna rock) and then went and saw LA Confidential.

Run don't walk guys, run don't walk.

I mean, I heard it was great, and I adore Spacey, so I wouldn't have missed it, but I didn't know it would be that great. I mean, a movie with complicated characters, who ever heard of that? The three leads, Spacey, Russell Crowe and Guy Pierce are all both good and bad guys at the same time and in entirely different ways.

A friend of mine told me that he thought that Guy Pierce wasn't anything like as good as Kevin and Russell, but I didn't agree. I mean, Russell Crowe is just seething with inner life and Kevin is always playing layer after layer, and Guy did seem much shallower, but that's how the character is, and you definitely see growth and a character arc and everything, so I think he's right up to the rest of them.

On the way to the theatre, I thought I'd pick up the famous "Outing Kevin" Esquire magazine.

I've never read Esquire before, as it's this big ol' men's magazine, so it never actually appealed to me (I do actually read Details, which likes to pretend that it's a men's magazine, even to the extent that it says "For men" on the cover, but that's just a front, as it is quite clearly for anyone of a certain sensibility--the only thing that is entirely for men are those hideous fashions, which are for men men men. Colourblind men.) but I picked it up.

And it reminded me of something that really gets up my nose. I'm not one of these Spacey-come-latelys, I've been a big fan of his since 1987. He is an actor's actor, no question about it; he is so subtle and so brilliant and so much is always going on. But anyway, I went to see The Usual Suspects in the first place because Spacey was in it, and I've been touting his praises for years and years, and now all of a sudden everyone is sucking his dick like he's brand new.

Rant rant rant, I know. I'm like one of those pre-Born in the USA Springsteen fans who got all irritated when he started playing stadiums crying "Hey, if you don't have the Nebraska album, you're no fan!", but this sort of thing happens to me all the time, and I get very possessive.

And the benchmark for Spacey fans is not the Proffit arc of Wiseguy, it's Darrow and the Jim and Tammy Bakker TV movie with Bernadette Peters.

The last place on earth in which I would ever go to the bathroom is my local McDonald's.

Now, I adore my local McDonald's--they always know my order and cut me to the front of the line and stuff, but the bathroom is locked there, and whenever someone has to pee they have to come to the counter and sort of whisper "Umm, can I have the key to the bathroom?" and the counter person hollers out "Hey Luis, I need the bathroom key!!!" at the top of their lungs, and then they have to yell it again, because the key never comes on the first yell, and everyone in the place is staring at the person who has to go and basically I would really have to pee in order to run that gauntlet of humiliation.

You wanna see a really extraordinary journal? I don't know, maybe I'm the last person on earth to discover this page, but yesterday I found The Other Side of Myself, and my jaw dropped.

I mean, sometimes I start getting a little cocky like I'm hot shit on a stick or something, and then I see something like this and I am humbled.

One year ago today:
I'm sorry, is my acting disturbing your conversation?

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