So, last night was the SAG screening, Blow, which I saw with Tracing. It was pretty good. It was too long, and the best description I have heard of this movie was one that said that the arc of the film was just like the arc of being on coke--at first it's really bright and fun and cheerful, but then comes the crash and you can never get as happy as you were to start with.

My main problem with it was that every single female character was either a money grubbing harpy or an untouchable saint. The men either got to have actual characters to play, like Ray Liotta, or they had enough screen time to make their one-dimensional characters pop out into three, like the always wonderful Paul Reubens.

Ray Liotta was just wonderful, continuing his trifecta of solid performances in new films that started with Hannibal and Heartbreakers. Again, he proves that he can A, still act and B, didn't get old and fat. Of course, he gets old and fat in this film, but starts out so young and beautiful that it hurts your eyes to look at him. All the guys are aged by getting a gut, which makes them look like they have a pillow down their front, like they are playing Santa.

Johnny Depp is excellent, and it's funny, because the first scene is repeated later in the film, but when you see it first, he seems weird and over-the-top, but when it comes in chronological order in the film, it seems much more natural.

I gotta tell you, though, were I the daughter, were I Kristina Sunshine Jung, I would be fucking spitting nails at this picture, particularly the ending, which is very maudlin and all about her and suggests that she is perhaps being a little hard on her poor father in jail, which would make me say, personally, "What the fuck do you know about my life?" but maybe that's just me.

I dreamt last night that I was doing a book tour for the Molly book, which I'm certain comes from re-reading Anne Lamott's stuff on Salon, and she has several columns about being on a book tour. Yeah, that's why I dreamed it. I'd rather have dreamed it because I'm foretelling the future...Maybe if I ever finish the book, I will be!

Today's horoscope:
The lure of the new and different competes with the attraction of the known and familiar. Keep room for both in your family life.

One year ago today:
Ooh, she so sexy, she getting so sexy, they so sexy, she sexy sexy SEXY!!

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