I have four entries to write, having had no time at home all weekend and getting up really late yesterday morning, so I got up an hour early this morning, but should I start with this entry, as there is no way that I am going to finish all four, or should I start with Saturdays?

What to do, what to do...

Well, I've written about half of Saturday's entry and it's 9a already, so if I even get two written this morning, it will be a shocker. Can you guess the procrastination tricks that I have been using? I cleaned the cat box and part of the bathroom floor!

Now, I'm not certain how strongly I can emphasize this, but that is like my deciding to kill time by splitting the atom--i.e. it's pretty goddamn unlikely that, in the normal case of affairs, I clean my bathroom floor. Yes, I am disgusting, but I live alone, so I can be.

Man, someday I am just going to have to live with someone again, I'm starting to hit the point where I have been alone too long. Of course, we all know that I was alone too long as of seven or eight years ago, but I am specifically talking about being too big a slob to share a living space with another human being without making them sick.

So, last night after work I went and saw State and Main again.

God, I love this movie. When it opens, you all must see it, everyone one of you, and don't think that I won't be keeping track. Expect pop quizzes.

I didn't really have a chance to go into it the other day, but it's about a movie that comes to shoot at a perfect little idealized town in Vermont and how they corrupt the town, but also how the town changes some of the movie people.

It's Mamet, so it's written in that very specific Mametian style of fragmented sentences and interruptions. It is very interesting to note who can do this and make the character sound like a human being, and who cannot. William H. Macy, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Alec Baldwin, Ricky Jay, they can all do it. Sarah Jessica Parker, playing a character who absolutely cannot finish a sentence to save her life, does it brilliantly.

You know who can't do it? Rebecca Pidgeon, aka Mrs. Mamet. I find this somewhat ironic. She always sounds like she's reading her lines off a card. It always sounds like she is lying. Now, this worked in The Spanish Prisoner, because you never knew who was lying in that movie, but in State and Main she plays the embodiment of all that is truthful.

Weirdly, I liked her anyway. I guess it's leftover good feelings from the glorious Winslow Boy which was Mamet without being Mametian (did that make sense) and which she was excellent in.

Anyway, the movie is hilarious and rich and wonderful, Phillip Seymour Hoffman is so winning and adorable--he just glows. He lights up the screen. Charles Durning is great, as are Patti Lupone and David Paymer (who knew that he could have those cold snake eyes?) and William H. Macy as the director, the man who tells everything exactly what they want to hear in the style that works the best in order to get the movie made. Nothing is more important than getting the movie made.

And stay to the very end of the credits, don't be stupid and miss the last jokes!

Today's horoscope:
The expectations of others seem particularly high. Don't let them pressure you. Do your best and relax.

One year ago today:
Colour process b/w film sucks ass!

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