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9 April So, yesterday was such a beautiful day and I spent most of it inside, so I was all like "Sunday I'm spending the day in the backyard! With the cats! Sitting in the sun!" This morning I woke up, and I can see the sky through the window near my bed, and it was awfully white, but I thought that maybe it would get sunny later, and I got up and puttered around, going to the bathroom and putting on my overalls, and after about five minutes I looked up and saw out the window and screamed "What the fuck???!!!" It. Was. Snowing. And no, I don't mean a couple of flakes, I don't mean little tiny things that might be hail or ice, I mean big, fluffy flakes, giant white lumps of snow shooting out of the sky--it was a Christmas snow! I got dressed and went out to get my breakfast with a bemused expression on my face, passing people with the same "What the fuck???!!!" look in their eyes. It wasn't sticking on the sidewalks, because it wasn't freezing, but it was thick on the cars and the grass--I passed a patch of tulips absolutely encrusted with snow. One rarely sees a tulip like that. It stopped an hour ago or so, but it's still everywhere. Another fascinating spring in NY!
So, the audition! I got there half an hour early, because I am so likely to be late, and sort of hung out in the hallway with the other girls that were there. I peeked into the room, and there was a guy in there alone--I introduced myself and he told me to take a seat, that he was waiting for his partner, but then he came out into the hallway a couple of minutes later.
DIRECTORSo, I went in and he started telling me about the film.
DIRECTOR And that what the that! After all that work, I didn't get to do my monologue, though at least I have it all set now, if I ever need to do it again. But honestly, belly-dancing!
So then I wandered over to the movie theatre and caught a matinee of High Fidelity. It was great! I dug it the most, but I expected to. John Cusack was all John-Cusack-y goodness, the two actors playing his employees, Jack Black (it drove me crazy until I remembered that he is the guy from Tenacious D) and Todd Louise were absolutely golden, and there wasn't a false note in the whole cast, down to the smallest role, except for the black hole where the leading lady should have been. It wasn't so much that she was bad, it's just that she wasn't there--I mean, I believed that John Cusack was in love with her, was longing for her, because that's what he does the best, not because of anything she projected. There was no there there. But really, it didn't affect the film as much as it should have, because the movie isn't so much about Laura as it is about the idea of Laura. John keeps telling us about how wonderful she is, and as long as she stays offscreen, we buy it. I recommend it very highly!
Top Five Films of John Cusack:
Say Anything
Top Five Disastrous Miscalculations of John Cusack:
The Road to Wellville
When I got home, I decided to watch my beloved Grosse Pointe Blank with Cynthia and Fran. I may not have put it first in the top five, but it's as close to being tied with Say Anything as it could possibly be, and I had lent my video to Cynthia and Fran some two years ago, but they had never watched it. So, when I got home I said "I'm watching Grosse Pointe Blank tonight, and so are you!" And we did, and they loved it, as I knew they would. And, if you want to read my original review, it's here, and I still believe every word that I wrote them. Pay no attention to the animated Christmas tree, I was very young then. And then, afterwards, we watched Christopher Walken on Saturday Night Live. I adore Christopher Walken, and I've always loved him on SNL, but this was not only the best one that he's ever been on (only the excruciating "I'm 50!" sketch made me pray for death, and that wasn't his fault) but the best SNL I've seen in years. We were screaming with laughter at the Behind the Music: Blue Oyster Cult sketch that I got the title of this entry from, and The Continental, which always kills me, and the census sketch, which was brilliant.
TIM I realize that that only looks kind of funny, but Chris Walken and Tim Meadows made it brilliant. The musical guest was Christina Aguilara, whose Chris mispronounced a different way every time he had to say it, and she was hilarious as well. Maybe you have to be a singer to think so, but Cynthia and I were weeping with laughter at her vocal histrionics. I mean, it sort of seems like she has some pipes, but who can tell, when she doesn't stay on a note for longer than half a second! Growling and squeaking and flying up and down the scale, we thought it was as funny as the census sketch!
I've been writing this entry for hours, long enough to say that now the sun is out and the snow it gone. What a weird day!
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