9 July Watching the Two Cutest Tennis Players final. Who is this Rafter? He's stunning. It's a beautiful day, the cats have been out for ages (now that the new fence is up, they can be out there without my watching to make certain that they don't run all over the neighbourhood), but I'm in here, watching them battle out who gets to be the Cutest. Well, Sampras won and he's weeping and his father is weeping, but I still think that Rafter is the Cutest. And I'm going in the yard. I'll finish this later.
Well, that turned into four hours in the backyard and the Sunday barbecue and a sky-rattling fight with Molly! But I can't talk about that, because I'm only up to last Wednesday.
Last Wednesday, I took the day off work, my four day weekend with a day of work stuck in the middle of it. I think that I wrote all day, but then at night I went to the city to see Chicken Run with Tracing. She had suggested meeting at 7p for the 7.40p movie, because she has met me and she has met herself, and she arrived at 7.15p and I got there at 7.25p. It wasn't my fault, because I left the house in plenty of time, but the traffic into the city was astoundingly bad, which nobody could possibly expect. Rush hour runs in the other direction! Anyway, I got there before it started, no matter how late it was, and I went to the bathroom and let Tracing pick the seats, which were simply miles back. I sit in the front row, you see, and I think that this was like the fourth row, or the first row of the second section. I mentioned that, had I known that we would be a mile from the screen, I would have brought my binoculars, but I probably only spent ten or twenty minutes grousing about it. Maybe half an hour. Not too bad. And the movie was absolutely great, possibly the funniest movie that I have seen this year. Actually, definitely the funniest movie that I have seen this year, possibly the funniest movie that I have seen in the past five years. We both were just roaring with laughter. The script was brilliant, the animation was great, and the vocal work was amazing. I recognized Jane Horrocks, of course, Little Miss Distinctive Voice, and Julia Sawalla was great, as were Tim Spall and Imogene Stamp and ol' Mel, and just everybody. Loved that Glaswegian chicken. And the RAF chicken. And, if you haven't seen it yet and you are going to and you are the kind of bad person who leaves before the credits are over, don't! Staying to the end is rewarded.
And now it's time for Rate-a-Trailer™, Kiddie Edition! 102 Dalmatians At last! The movie that nobody at all has been waiting for! An excellent trailer, very fun, with puppies and animated black spots and ending with Glen Close's big ol' face, but honestly, who gives a fuck? The Crew You know how I was talking about Space Cowboys the other day, about how I'd walk over hot coals to see Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones, Donald Sutherland and James Garner play astronauts? Well, they are the geriatric A team, The Crew, which is Burt Reynolds, Richard Dreyfuss, Dan Hedaya, and Seymour Cassel as aged comic gangsters are the B team. Who knows, maybe it'll be funny. I wouldn't count on it, though. Thomas and the Magic Railroad Thomas is running out of Magic Gold Dust, and so is Alec Baldwin, apparently, as he's playing Mr. Conductor in this extravaganza. I leaned over to Tracing and suggested that perhaps Alec has a big tax bill. I was literally screaming with laughter at the trailer. I believe that I will have to see this one, as it certainly looks like the funniest accidental comedy since my beloved Island of Dr. Moreau. Pokemon-This Year's Horror No, that's not the title, but it should be. I was very angry at the sight of this trailer, as until that moment I had never seen one frame of this show, and that was the way I wanted it to stay. I feel dirty somehow.
What's your favourite Comedy-That-Wasn't-Supposed-To-Be-Funny? And we're still talking about sexiest thing that maybe other people will think is weird, (though not very much, as apparently only Jackie and I are aroused by things other than the usual), procrastination, destiny, dream groupings of actors, Martha Stewart, our new favourite books, and still, and always, our big fat asses.
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