Great googly moogly

Yeah, I just shed a tear. It wasn't for Heath Ledger.

It was for Terry Gilliam.



That poor, poor man. Yeah. According to IMDB Pro (ahem, perhaps that journalist should invest in the monthly fee?), Heath is indeed the lead and they are not done finishing.

I don't even know what to say. I feel like we should all sign a giant internet card "Please Mr. Gilliam, don't quit making movies. Please."

Sigh.

Hmmmm...

From Variety:

Similarly, the writers included several Oscar frosh, including Sarah Polley (“Away From Her”), Diablo Cody (“Juno”), Nancy Oliver (“Lars and the Real Girl”) and Tamara Jenkins (“The Savages”). Except for Jenkins, it’s the first produced feature script for each. This marks the first time four women have been nommed solo in the script categories...

The 2007 lineup of films is another reminder of the key role festivals are playing in the Oscar race. “No Country” and “Diving Bell” debuted at Cannes; “Away From Her” and “Michael Clayton” at Toronto; “Atonement” at Venice, “La Vie en Rose,” Berlin; “Juno” and “Into the Wild” at Telluride (followed by Toronto, Rome, etc.)

Good for the women. And re: The Commune and festivals...look at the above list and please stop asking me if we're going to be in those festivals. Sorry kids, they ain't for indies made on credits cards. They're for movies made by Miramax with stars. Different definition of "indie."

Re: Heath Ledger dead, what the hell? Drugs? Foul play? Perhaps something that will actually effect the cold, unempathetic hearts of the Facebook Gen?

Batman was done shooting, right? Man, my second thought was those producers just hit the effing jackpot. That movie is going to be huge. Think of all the unearned sympathy/attention around The Crow, and that was just unknown questionably talented Brandon Lee...

Yet more TV

We live in a charmed age.

AMC has done it again with "Breaking Bad". Fabulous. And John Toll DPing? Better than we deserve.

Oh, and if you missed "Mad Men", you don't have to rent it...they started the season over, Sunday midnight.

You so wish you were me

I'm on my awesome couch in my silk robe eating Panda Express drinking Pelligrino and watching "Big Trouble in Little China."

Feels good.

Satellite of Alcoholics

Well, the title is self-explanatory. Don't know how or why it's so predominate in my life, but there it is.

I don't know how to help you. But I'll try. And I love you.


This is where Dr. Drew says to start. So let's try it.

Emperor has no Cloverfield

Great Saturday night date movie. All the enjoyables.

Buuuuut...

Queasy-cam...if I couldn't stomach Bourne-whatever, then you know my feelings.

And my crush on writer-god Drew Goddard is well-established in these pages, so I don't feel guilty in saying...

HOW IS IT THAT NO ONE HAS NOTICED THE SPINE IS CRIBBED FROM "MIRACLE MILE"?

I mean, excellent, Goddard has great taste, Miracle Mile is in my top 20. (And I force people to view it all the time...if I haven't made you, then I probably don't like you.)...but give a little credit to a fucking masterpiece where credit is due.

My jaw was ALREADY on the ground at all the exact plot point poaching before Goddard had the temerity to steal the damn classic ending.

Balls, man.

Brass. Clanking. Balls.

At least "Disturbia" proclaimed its "homage."


So in honor of the raped and discarded: Steve De Jarnatt.

You're amazing. Get back on that feature film horse.
Oh, and "Irrestible" is the finest monster X-Files ep, so thanks for that too, man.

See? Giving credit and thanks.

It's easy.

So help me god

I'm laughing phlegmy, hacking chuckles at Hot Rod, and I don't think I can blame it all on being loopy from cough syrup.

Ian McShane: Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to suck at being a man all your life.

Oh my god, I just snorted while I was typing it.

And THEN the Footloose montage in the Redwoods....ohhh, ow, my chest hurts. I hope this movie keeps it up, I'm really enjoying the first act. Tears of shame.

Please help real women make it onscreen...

Here's an email from Rebecca Field;
ass-kicker extraodinaire and Heidi Hornbacher's cousin. She's representing real-sized, awesome women dating hot hot men on TV show October Road.

There are two things you can do to support her/us/women:

1. Watch Tonight, Monday, ABC, 10pm/9 central
2. Pass on this post and/or her email

It's time to change body image perceptions!!!

Also, I LOVE this article about her:
"TV Actress Weighs in on Hollywood, Body Image"

Hey Guys,

So....we all know that this is my weekly thing....my reminder, my plea, whatever you call it!

Just wanted to let you know that tonight is THE BIG night for Janet and Eddie, if you know what I mean (wink, wink)....you probably shouldn't miss it....but for all the parents out there, keep and eye blocker near by, there may be some skin....not too much though, it is ABC, network television after all!

We really need your help tonight though, our ratings have been down a bit and I just know we have fans out there and that we can really rock it....so please, please, tune in, tell your friends, family, everyone and ask them to tell their friends......

Tonight, Monday, ABC, 10pm/9 central.

There is a 'dual' between my co-star Geoff Stults and I on EW.comas well, top 5 love scenes, we each picked our tops and you can go vote! So check that out if you can. Also on ABC.com, the cast of "O-Road" answers questions from the fans, a new couple cast members each week, this past week it was 'Big Cat' and 'Hannah', so go see that video on the homepage.

Anyway, enough of my shameless promoting and soliciting of your help.....

Hoping each and everyone of you are well!

Love and Gratitude,

Rebecca ;0)

Postsecret

Here's two that could have been mine.

The Jerk

Don't know how I made it so long without seeing this movie. Verrrrry funny.

Here's a great part of Bernadette Peters and Steve Martin's characters falling in love. In case my neighbors were wondering why I was laughing like a hyena.

STEVE: Can I ask you a personal question?

BERNADETTE: What is it?

STEVE: Now be totally honest. You do have a boyfriend, don't you?

BERNADETTE: Kind of.

STEVE: I know this is our first date, but...do you think the next time you make love to your boyfriend......you could think of me?

BERNADETTE: I haven't made love to him yet.

STEVE: That's too bad. Do you think it's possible that......someday......you could make love with me and think of him?

BERNADETTE: Who knows? Maybe you and he can make love and you could think of me.

STEVE: I'd just be happy to be in there somewhere.


:)

Weighing in

Straight from Carson Kressley's lips:

"Zero isn't a size, it's a warning sign."

"When you think you are a 10, you are a 10."

Amen, sister.

Aaaaamazing

TV was ON FIRE last night with purpose and excellence. You must watch, in this order of importance:

1. Ugly Betty - "Zero Worship" Written by Dawn Dekeyser
2. 30 Rock - 2.10 Written by Robert Carlock & Donald Glover
3. Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew - "Pilot"
4. Grey's Anatomy - "Lay Your Hands on Me" Written by Allan Heinberg

And don't forget "How to Look Good Naked" tonight, Episode 2.


I come to you now at the turn of the tide...can you feel it?

The real secret

"There are no real secrets to success. Success in anything has one fundamental aspect - effort. Take action with commitment."
- Sam Parker

Freebies

Yet another internet thingie I didn't know existed. Here's a fine example by reader Owl Hat.

Diet secret

I've had a bunch of people ask me how I've lost weight the last six months, and I've sidestepped the question because the answer was indelicate and I feared how it would reflect on me. But in the interest of truth and anthropological reporting:

I lost weight because I was happy because I was having great sex with someone who accepted me as I was, inspiring me to the confidence to feel sexy as I was.

So get the loving and self acceptance at whatever weight you or your partner is at NOW, and then get to the McLovin' and then losing weight will just be another pleasant side effect of being glowy and happy all the time instead of the obstacle keeping you from being loveable.

Dating from A to Z

Ha ha ha ha haha ha hahaaaaa! ...that's for you, Brenda. :)

I love you.


Poached!

In praise of the writer

Check out David Effin' Milch's WGA lecture series. Yowza.

And it has not gone unnoticed amongst savvy screenwriters like Shawna Benson and the rest of us starving for adoration that the Katherine Heigl rom-com 27 Dresses launched a poster and TV campaign "from the screenwriter of The Devil Wears Prada." Progress! We'll take the crumbs. For now.

I don't get it

Do guys really think beards look and feel good? They're terrible to kiss, and I think they look goofy. I can't think of anyone I like better with one. Thoughts?

It's a lie

By the way, in case you didn't get the point of the Naked post, it's patently not true that female actors have to be a certain weight to look "Fuckable" on camera.

There is no reason other than misogyny for Keira Knightley to look like a concentration camp survivor and be praised in magazines like Entertainment Weekly for her high "style" in "Atonement."

If you doubt me, go back and look at her six pack in her breakout film "Bend it Like Beckham." Back when her starving body hadn't consumed all of its own muscle tissue.

Time's up, people. Get on board the truth train.

Because the next stop is sexual agency, where it doesn't matter if a lead female character is "Fuckable" or not.

Usurp this gaze, fuckers.

Rain

Not a big fan of this.

How to Look Good Naked

This show is absolutely revolutionary. It makes me glad to be alive.

4 out of 5 women hate their bodies.

I can't emphasize how women seeing themselves as worthy of love just as they are can change the world. It lets them become shiny and lovely and share that beauty with everyone around them. It's important for all of us.

I'm so proud of Carson Kressley. What a lovely soul. Great, great show. Made me teary and produced instant results in the woman featured and all the people who saw her confidence.


So here's yet another Commune story I've withheld...

I'm naked in the film, for a very specific reason. When we figured out how fast we were going to shoot, I could have gone on a typical actor diet and lost two sizes to be in an "acceptable" female actor range. But instead producer Heidi and star Chauntal and I had a sit-down, and I asked for future support knowing I how I was going to be attacked, and we decided I was going to stay a size 14 (the average size of women in America) and have a knock-down sexy naked sex scene.


Of course, by the time shooting was done I was so stressed I couldn't keep weight on, and was down to a 12 by the time we shot the scene with Trevor. And now in Post-production I'm a 10. Keep in mind, beautiful Kate Winslet was an 8 in Titanic when she was eventually hounded into losing another 35 pounds.

Here's the part where we've ALL been brainwashed by the media, and we decided to use my body as a tool to start undoing it.

Watching the rough cut of The Commune with Chauntal's male 29 year old friend, he saw the pool scene where I walk out of it wet, anonymously naked, as a size 14. He piped up in his outraged Brooklyn accent "Who put Kathy Bates in the film?"

Chauntal patted my leg and shook her head, and we said nothing as my heart sank to my feet.

Theeeen when we got to my character's sex scene and he found out this cut did NOT include my nudity, he was outraged and wanted to see it RIGHT NOW. And then said I could do a sex scene in his next movie, and showed me the last model-thin girl who'd done some kind of doggie-style sex scene in some short he directed for Youtube. Which was definitely in his mind a compliment to me, and something he was proud of and wanted me to be a part of.

So with sexy glamorous clothes on, in my full confidence, doing a slow sensual dance with a hot specimen of a man lusting after me onscreen, I was completely desirable. Different context, same body, same viewer thinking he should or shouldn't be attracted to my body.

Sooooo interesting. Don't think THAT's not going into the press release.

And a new pick-up line was established: "Elisabeth, step out of a pool naked for me."

Little flutter of hope

Can feel the wings beating in my fangirl heart...

Ah, don't betray me...If the Avengers stinks...

Fascinating

I have to see this!

Also of interest, although in general I find alchoholism boring and weak. Actually, all the vices people fall into and their subsequent dramas don't interest me. Sorry.

So lucky am I!!

Are you all having a blast in 2008? I hope you are. Take a few minutes to realize how scrumptious life is, and how truly blessed we are. What a joy! What an exciting time to be on the planet!

Geekogasms

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh...

Why did I book all of today? stupid...

Late Night Lis, ramblin

God I love Christopher Lee. Just heard his voice on the TV behind me and perked right up. What a lovely man. Gave him several nods in The Commune.

Okie-dokey, just a little reminder to take tomorrow and New Year's Day to set your intentions and give thanks for all you have! Cindy Baer and I are meeting for Chinese food, our notebooks firmly in hand to imagine our next year. Love it!


Sooooo...is it just me or are Facebook and Myspace the death of dating and romance? I mean, I'm dating several guys right now, and it just kills any hope or excitement or attraction I feel to have to see in the comments section that they have a date with a girl I know three days before ours, or that they sent flowers to someone else, or tell EVERY girl that they "miss their beautiful face"...

Modern life is not making me happy, and what's the point of dating these guys if they can't make me happy? That's what gives a grown man pleasure, right? Putting a genuine smile on my face? I don't know, the whole thing makes me feel tired and desireless tonight. Eff. If I'm not special, I'm not interested. I swear, I look at them wanting to kiss me, and I can SEE the microscopic STD germs. Nothing turns me off more than a ladies man. Done deal.

My Victorian one-woman guy is going to find me in 2008, and be thrilled to have me bring sunshine to his life.

Fine, whatever, I know, "Keep dating the other guys in the meantime Lis". It just seems so weird. I mean, they're all accomplished and good-looking and emotionally unavailable and busy with other women and statistically likely to be diseased... and hopefully not readers of this blog...

Godd I'm feisty tonight. I know, I know, great guys dating me, wah. It's just I'm a woman of emotion and devotion, and I'm tired of meaningless. LA is chock-full of mediocre and superficial salads. I want a steak dinner. I don't even mean marriage, just for god's sake, where's real? Where's not screwing more partners this week than I've screwed in a lifetime? Where's adoration when I'm not in front of them? I'm busy here saving the world, I don't have time for less than I want.

Fishbowl nod

If you're following the write-up that mysteriously spoke of me and Alec Baldwin, welcome! I'm Lis Fies. I bought more bandwidth for you. So poke around, stay awhile...

Update

Matheson is alive! Praise Jesus!

No actually, my earlier intel was just faulty. Apologies.


Book was great. Nice prose. Cool insights. Loved his grasp on emotions, and the stages of being alone. Loved the honesty of raging desire turning to blah abstinence. Been there! Totally ahead of its time. And Lost has cribbed from it, which makes sense given it heavily influenced Steven King.

Really interesting IDEAS, none of which made it into the movie except for one: that after years of solitude, Robert forgot how to be social with other humans. Brilliantly executed, and made all the better for the other human being an attractive woman. Geez, I was almost rooting for him to rape her. Or the dog. Or the mural.

All in all, the novella would make a great movie.

Cue Joker-esque laughter of Hollywood madness echoing through the labyrinth of Development Hell.

Why so sad, Writer?

Purrrrrrfection

Shimmied into my sexy red silk slip and robe from Victoria's Secret, pulled on my Ugg boots, sipping my two buck Chuck red wine from Trader Joe's and am curling up under my super soft Pottery Barn blanket with my I am Legend book from Barnes and Noble.


Sometimes consumerism can be blissful, even for a would-be Socialist.

If I finish IAL, will move on to one of my favorite gifts received this Christmas: Eat Pray Love or David Lynch's book on Creativity.

Meanwhile, praying the kitchen gnomes work their magic on my dirty dishes. Oh, did I tell you my latest discover? Using beautiful dishes used to make me feel good, but now I've found that buying paper plates and forks at the dollar store and throwing the dishes into the recycling bin when I'm done makes me feel like a pretty pretty princess.

Not doing dishes? Priceless.

So sayeth the UBER Amazon.

Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!

Am catching up on my movies this week, since I neglected viewing many this past year while making my own.

Here are my decidedly different opinions, your mileage may vary.

Die Hard - Liked Justin Long and almost nothing else. Felt like a creaky dinosaur with no stakes. Look at the difference between Bruce Willis falling several stories, being blown up, shot, hanging from crap twice and not being hurt, and how you care and feel the pain when Will Smith hurts his leg in I am Legend. But I did enjoy seeing the Avengers' Vision doll for a second onscreen. And Kevin Smith.

Transformers - Was entranced, then horrified by the racism (I-Ran? Really?), then confused by the tone changes and overwrought length. Who exactly was their audience? Besides the focus group leader's stereotypical vision of thirty-year--old midwestern army guys? 'Cuz if that was for kids, man there was innapropriate, disturbing war stuff in it. Poor John Rogers. I gotta buy him a beer and hear that story. And did I mention the Bay institutional racism and nationalism? America, fuck yeah!

Sweeney Todd - Sumptious grand guignol. Absolutely pitch perfect. What a joy! Gorgeous turns of phrases, as well. A lot of love went into this film, and it gleams in every frame. Worth gandering.

I am Legend - Didn't breathe the whole time. Moved me despite being a calculated paint by numbers screenplay.

Then I got home and read the difference between Matheson's short story and this movie version, and felt betrayed and tiny. Bought the book and will read it tonight and report back. Sounds like the movie is as faithful an adaptation as William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet was. What a shame. Richard Matheson was one of my favorite writers, and I can hardly believe out of three versions from the same source material, not one filmmaker has actually used the source. Probably a good thing he's dead, save him the heartache. Did you notice the thank you to guru Chris Vogler in the credits? Interesting.

Waitress - Cloying and hackneyed. I don't think critics would have been so nice to it if she hadn't died. Sorry, someone had to say it.

Once - Really? As someone who plays the piano and has done spontaneous duets while falling in love with a stranger, the movie felt unemotional and like a calculated two hour music video for the band. Ugh, and the production values! Put the camera on sticks, don't make me nauseous.

Because I Said So - Um, I really liked this one. Why did this get such a critical backlash? Because it was ghettoized as a chick flick? The last five minutes belonged in a different movie, but otherwise it was charming and engaging and had a witty script I would happily call my own. Nothing to be ashamed about here.


Worst previw: The Ruins. The preview alone brought the foul stench of that damned novel back to me. Yuck. And for the record, I think the movie and book of A Simple Plan were totally overrated too. Not one surprise, just a steady predictable march towards nihilism.

Best preview: The Dark Knight. Holy crap. Can it be summer now? I wonder what Frank Miller thinks.

Best dip ever!!!

According to Ms. Cindy Baer. :)

I don't like to cook, so when I do I pick high impact dishes. Here's my variation on

Artichoke Cheese Dip

1 cup sour cream
1 cup mayonnaise
1 cup grated jack chees
1 cup grated parmesan (or even better: mix of 3 storebought, usually adds asiago and something else)
2 diced cloves of garlic
1 large can of artichokes, drained and diced

Combine above ingredients in a casserole dish sprayed with pam or alone in a pampered chef-type stoneware.


Heat for 30 minutes at 350. Eat with sliced sourdough bread or crackers.

Truly the devil's cheese, and how I maintain my womanly curves. Yuuuuuuuummy eviiiiil.

So proud to have once liked this video...

Oh boy.

Tombstone

Realized as I was boarding the plane on Saturday that for the first time in my life, it's okay with me if I die.

Only took me 34 years to accomplish my artistic goals, but they're real and they're out there now as of Friday night. An award-winning body of work.

If I get struck down tomorrrow, they will rise more powerful than you can ever imagine.

*grin*

The dishes are dooooone...

Wrapped up the fine cut today with Todd. Showing it to Charles (Pistoleras artist) tonight, then will show to a few other people for feedback. Make a few more small adjustments, let Todd work his under the hood magic, lock picture, give to sound designer and sweetener for two months et voila! A rockin, tight, feature film debut.

Never a more perfect trailer?

The Iron Man trailer is... sublime.

Ahhhhhhhh. 34 years of giving my soul to Marvel, and it's been rewarded with compound interest. Sighhhhhhhhhhhh.

Robert Downey Jr. hardly had a bigger fan on the planet than Mom, and I was right there with her. He can do no wrong, and is doing all kinds of right in this trailer.

Best of all, I'm with my editor Todd while finish The Commune's fine cut, watching Iron Man on his 20k HD editing system.

Geeeeeekogasm.

(You should see his walls...Todd's home has some great comic art, and he's constantly pulling up Ebay to see what's available. Want an original X-Men #13 page for 20k? A pittance, really.)


Funnily enough, never a true shell-head. I always thought the Avengers geeks leaned towards Cap or Hawkeye, depending on their preference for sardonic or patriotic displays. And of course, I'm the ultimate geek...I was there for Wanda. Learned how to read on those 1970s Byrne and Perez Avengers so I could watch her defend the earth beside those bad boys, Stark included.

But I know Tony Stark when I see him, and that, my friends, is Mr. Tony Stark.

Thank Odin Cruise lost the rights.


May 1st. Midnght.

Avengers Assemble.

More Commune PR!

Campus Circle Magazine interview - The Commune!!!

Okay, so it's not accurate reporting, but it's available now at college campuses across the United States...our target audience, baby!!!! Look for Perez on the cover in pink.

CHAUNTAL LEWIS

Here Comes "Lindsay Fully Loaded"
8 | Campus Circle [DECEMBER 5 - DECEMBER 11 '07]

THINK BACK TO THE FIRST summer you ever spent away from home. For me, the thought evokes memories of slumber parties in log cabins. Now imagine that first summer away from home was on a bloodthirsty, cult-like commune in the middle of nowhere, and your estranged father was offering you up to the gods as a sacrifice.

Chauntal Lewis has been living the dream – er, nightmare – on the set of
her new movie, The Commune, for the past two months. In the film, Lewis notes, her character "kinda [goes] crazy." But who wouldn't? Lewis portrays a girl whose parents divorced when she was very young, and who has just reunited with her estranged father for the summer. Their reunion is bittersweet and odd; she discovers he is an active leader of his commune.

"Communes then were kind of cult-like," Lewis informs me. The most horrifying part is that it's based on a true story of a girl at an actual commune, acting as a real-life sacrificial lamb. Yet this psycho-thriller offers more than one would assume, given its bone-chilling premise; the film also includes a romantic storyline. "But of course, there is a wonderful love scene," Lewis tells, infusing light into an otherwise bleak-sounding filmic landscape. Though the world of entertainment is nothing new for her, The Commune represents her first leading role. Prior to this movie, her bigscale debut was on the Internet in a spoof for YouTube called "Lindsay Fully Loaded."
"I'm told constantly that I look like her. There may be a slight resemblance, but I hear it like every day? It's kinda weird," Lewis says.

The video is a spoof of the adventures of Lindsay Lohan, her DUIs and diva-like behavior. It's very clever and pokes fun not only at Lindsay, but also her cohorts Britney, Paris and Nicole. As we spoke, Lewis was on her way to start filming another YouTube spoof, this time she's playing Britney Spears. However, Lewis maintains that the video is not making fun of Britney, but rather paying homage to the "Britney that we miss." Similarly, she claims she"loves Lindsay" and thinks she's a very talented actress, but hopes she gets help.

Lewis diagnoses the problem with these young Hollywood starlets as one
of fundamental instability. "I feel like they don't really have a solid foundation as far as their families go," she points out. "For me, I just stay away [from bars and clubs] and do what I love doing every chance I get."
But staying away from cameras must be difficult, given the public demand for any and all information about celebrities. When I ask Lewis if she thinks young Hollywood actresses read celebrity blogs, she replies: "I think so ... I do. However, I think they need to avoid them ... a lot of [blogs] are just huge exagerations of the truth –but I totally [read them]. Maybe it's our generation."

She says that she admires Reese Witherspoon and Charlize Theron, and confesses that it's hard to find trustworthy people in Hollywood. "I've got my sister and a few friends from high school – that's all I really hang out with," she admits. "It's hard to find loyalty; I just try to find a balance."

However, if her professional career is any indication, Lewis seems to be
succeeding at striking a balance among all the things she wants to do. In
addition to her new movie and her YouTube spoofs, she's currently working on her debut album, which is "urban-type pop; I've danced my entire life so good beats are an important element in my music," and looking for independent projects she can sink her teeth into.
"Acting and performing are my passion, so I just stay focused," she says.
"If there's no work, I'll make work."

However, she wants to immerse herself in all aspects of the creative process. "There are lots of short films that I'm writing and I want to produce. This is the only thing that I've always known I love to do, and I'm not stopping."

For more information, visit
www.chauntal.com

Commenting problemo?

Are very many of you still trying to post and not being allowed to by the big bad Blogger site? I know Mark was having problems (still?) and now Ryan.

Sigh.

Well, I probably don't have as much traffic now during the holidays so here....

lisfie* at the g male

If you don't know what the asterisk stands for or if gmail is com or net, then I guess you can't write me. So there.

I'm going to do a comment back as a post, since this man coined "racktacular" for THAT dress (yesssss, people stared at my breasts throughout the auction, no they did not sell, no I was not comfortable with the attention. Though karaoking aftewards was a different matter.).

Lovable handsome Ryan has written me a fabulous email I'm still giggling over, and hopefully he'll enjoy seeing a few of his words here when he checks in again during Jury Duty.

"Oh yeah... I was going to comment on your blog that any guy who has read Pistoleras would think twice about getting in your face... and second... any guy who hasn't ready your screenplay after dating you for two months deserves to be dumped. Good call, sister."

You actually really stumped me. I could have sworn I was really careful about writing about this guy, and that the elements above weren't discernible. I checked back over my blog, and sure enough, infos not there. Ryan, are you psychic? Is this our sensitive emotional Cancerian connection working?

(What, gentle readers? Didn't think I was a Cancer? Oh yes, verily I live for taking care of family and loved ones and cooked meals at home with candles and movies, balls to bones. I just swear like Milch while I parsel (parcel? Parse? Parsnip? It's 4 am people!) out the cuddles and hand-holding and loves and Care Bear rainbows. I'm a toostie roll pop with a crunchy outside of Evil Dead and Tarantino, and a mushy hug-me-and-pet-my-hair-and-say-pretty-things-to-me inside.)

You're correct at all your clever reading between the lines, dagnabit. But seriously gee willickers, what did it take you to read Pistoleras, four days of knowing me? Brian, too. Two months is as far as I go, especially when several jobs being my right hand guy are attached to it...gotta prove yourself a match to watch my back on and off set. Hullo read flag.

Thanks for the email cutie, Sunday stands; I'll add more butter. Give 'em hell, Judge Dredd, I'll hope for the worst.

2007

The movies I feel pain at not making:




The movies that brought me pleasure:

Muscles & Mussels

Next Sunday.
3pm.
My house.

Be there.


Ingredients:
Mussels (1 lb per person, about $3 a pound)
3/4 butter stick
1 cup pre-sliced onion, red or white
1 clove garlic crushed
handfull of fresh parsely
3/4 bottle of white wine

Discard any open mussels. Pull off beards. Rinse in lukewarm water - NOT COLD!

Brown onions in a large pot (preferably with a clear lid so you can keep on eye on things later). Throw in wine. Put lid on. Steam for 5 minutes until they open. Discard any that didn't open (eating them can make you sick).

Serve with sliced french bread that you dip in the broth. Yum!


If you're one of those damned vegetarians, I'll make a gourmet cheese pasta, too. Just give me warning you're coming.

Bunny Boiler

So I jettisoned someone this week whom I'd been dating for 2 1/2 months, who suddenly turned all colors of crazy and unkind.

It was a lot easier to do because over the course of our dating I:

1. Never showed him where I lived.
2. Kept dating other men instead of jumping into an instant relationship with him.

Just a little scoop from one who's been there. It takes 2-3 months for either sex's real personality to show up. It's best not to get attached before you really meet them.

And now I have one less degree to be frightened of him, because I don't have to be watching for him to show up at my place with flowers. Phew!

By the way, the perfect gift for anyone you love this season is Gavin De Becker's "The Gift of Fear". Required reading.

Scribosphere

How much do I love this screenwriting webiverse of ours? So cozy.

Just got to make a "Fight Club" reference on Sundance-award-winner Eric Escobar's site.

And I agree; love making movies with my friends. Nothing better.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss

The Dark Knight trailer and all the joker images look worth waiting twenty years for.

I'm a happy girl.

Shuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuup alreadyyyyyyyy

Okay, come on. How many more times do I have to hear that damn movie commercial before I throw my red pump through the tv screen?

A man sincerely asks "What do women want?"
And a breathless bimbo giggles "We have no idea!"

Way to backstab the entire human race, sister. (Er, or, one of the 13 male screenwriters on the film)

Women know exactly what they want. Always have. Men just don't like the answer.

Every woman wants you to be in love with her and for your behavior to reflect that she's special and you want her alone out of all the women in the world.

Effing DUHHHHHHH.


It's a biological imperative. True blue monogamy/being in love, equals survival of the species. That is our want. It is hardwired into our brains to seek a mate who will provide for us alone, forsaking other women, making and providing offspring with us. Just as it is in men's programming to eff every woman they see and treat none of them special so they can remain "free".

It's not our fault we're in biological conflict with each other.

Stop acting dumb like we don't all know what we want, just because neither side wants to concede at all to create happiness. Happiness is earned by transcending your monkey roots, not giving into them whole hog.


"Oh, women are so complicated, can't make them happy, they're so flighty and flaky they don't know what they want, wah wah wah...."

Stop shoving that BULLSHIT down our culture. You (screenwriters and Mr. Freud) don't like the ANSWER because it means compromise and work.

Deal with it.

Friday thought

"It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it." - Somerset Maugham