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Drooling on the Pillow

Friday, February 20, 2004

Conjugal Duties 

Lane's web site is a mess. I'll try to fix it this weekend, but I'm pretty much a moron when it comes to these things.
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Thursday, February 19, 2004

Your Puny Earthling Bats Will Not Avail You 

When I was a kid, the taunt-mantra was Nanny Nanny Nyah Nyah. When Grace came home on the first day of pre-school I was introduced to Nanny Nanny Boo Boo.

I've resisted both formulations in the last few days, but only just. You see, I'm a Yankee fan. Of course I'm a Yankee fan. I'm the kind of guy that can write feelingly of my disgust and revulsion with the Steinbrenner regime and then, when something good happens, jump right back on board.

I've read a number of blogs and newspaper columns trying to make the case that the signing of A-Rod is the death knell of the Yankees. It is to laugh.

Listen, if it wasn't apparent to you before, it has to be now. Resistance is futile. Put down your Cubs #1 foam hands and your Cardinal beer hats and come over to the dark side. It'll hurt for awhile, but you will thank me.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

See You Later 

Complete and utter cluster-farg at work. Probably little if any posting for the rest of the week.
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Sunday, February 15, 2004

Separating the Dross From the Chaff 

A perfect example of what I was talking about here in terms of my lack of critical rigor when I watch movies. We rented Second Hand Lions tonight. I enjoyed it. I won't say I liked it because it was pretty awful, but I enjoyed it.

You need a voracious appetite for whimsy to sit through this movie. I do, so that was all right. But the more whimsical the idea the tighter the script has to be. That's my rule. There were problems of internal logic to almost every scene and the writers thought they'd get by those by making somebody cry. Doesn't work. There were some bizarre decisions made here. First of all, its a terrible, terrible title; trite, dopey, crepe hanging. The score is all wrong. You can't do whimsy with a score that was conventional in 1958. Here they are in the middle of Nowhere, Texas and I kept expecting Loretta Young to come down the stairs. The end credits were weird. Well done, clever, I suppose, perfectly fine for some movie, but not this one.

What did I like? They made three good decisions. Michael Caine, Robert Duvall and Haley Joel Osment. Jeez, I would pay to watch Robert Duvall order a biali. By the time Macauly Culkin was Osment's age you knew he didn't have it. But this kid can act. And Michael Caine is one of the best at letting the script come to him.

They were enough.
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