8 May
So, yesterday was another "wreck the whole day trying to see a movie" day, but I didn't really mind. People waiting to be added to Open Pages, or my tape trading loop, or people waiting for me to send their ebay stuff might mind, but I'll do all that tonight instead.
Theoretically.
I was going to go see the 2.30p of Gladiator at the Ziegfeld, but it turned out that the Jazz game was on, so I decided to go see the 6.15p instead.
The game was a pathetic spectacle, including a moment when Malone got injured by one of his own teammates while sitting on the bench, which is quite a trick.
I went into town to see the 6.15p, but since I got there at 6.10p, I figured that I wouldn't make it, so I grabbed a paper and decided not to wait for the 9.45p at the Ziegfeld, and instead I took the bus up to the Sony to see the 7p.
Which was sold out. As was the 8p. So I took two busses down to Kips Bay to see the 7.30p, 8.15p or 9p screenings. Which were sold out. At that point, I just decided screw it, if I have to wait half the night, I'll just go see the 9.45p at the Ziegfeld after all!
And I did. It took five busses, seven missed screenings and all afternoon and evening, but I finally saw it!
I will say this, if you want to fuck Russell Crowe, go see the movie. Now. Today. Skip work.
He is absolutely Godlike. I mean, it's a great performance (he wouldn't be so attractive if he wasn't), and he's about the only person ever to play a general whom you believe could really lead men into battle, could really inspire men to follow him and lay down their lives, but my God, those shoulders.
The sexiest part of a man is, by me, the shoulders and the span of the back, so broad muscular shoulders, like Liam Neeson, like John Cusack, like George Clooney, really do it for me. Like Russell Crowe.
Besides the moviestar-fuck-factor, the movie is good, but the battle scenes leave something to be desired, as Ridley Scott shot them all terribly close, and speeded up and slowed down and with all these tricks so that it was almost impossible to tell what was actually happening most of the time! I mean, Ridley, baby, if the camera tricks muddy things rather than make things clearer, knock it the hell off!
That said, the first Gladiator battle in Rome is a corker.
I also wasn't wild about the hairlipped, badly accented Joaquim Phoenix. As far as degenerate Roman Emperors go, I'll take John Hurt and Alan Cumming any day of the week. I also could have done without Ashley Judd II as the sister.
On the other hand, Oliver Reed was a marvelous old bull in his last role, Richard Harris will make a good Lear, and it was lovely to see Derek Jacobi back in Rome again, where he belongs. They are really worth seeing.
Not to mention, Russell Crowe chopping off heads while wearing a leather skirt. Yummy.
I was going to do Rate-A-Trailer and Journal of the Week, but it's 10.21 and I've got to motor.
Today's horoscope:
You can be the life of the party today. Your sense of humor is accented and your entertaining skills are strong.
One year ago today:
Great, what's next, a hunchback? Braidable nose hair?
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