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About 25 people for 740Pm showing of Michael Clayton
I guess George is on everyone's list (Editor's note: The rabidly hetero John Jay has a short list of male crushes: Clooney and Clive top the list.)
Rolling Stones concert film by Marty Scorcese, looks good, setting up shots, talking about camera's on stage, early Mick interviews, Jack from White Stripes, "Shine a Light" looks fun
Wedding dress and cake, chick from Knocked up, bridesmaid 27 times, ed burns, sister steps in, James Marsden, "27 Dresses" stop it chick flick
Congressman, Tom Hanks, Julia Robert, texas congressman, Afghanistan attacking Soviet Union, money for Afghan weapons, funneling money but he's a good guy, "Charlie Wilson's War" we will see. Tom Hanks sure needs a hit.
Hilary Swank, Irish guy, in love, guy dies, she's getting letters from the grave to make her happy, lisa kudrow, gina gershon, sappu sappy, "P.S. I Love You" stop with chick flicks
Perfer horror movie trailers.
Jack Nicholson, Morgan Freeman, dying men in hospital, living out last moments on adventures, jack hasn't seen his daughter, "The Bucket List" fuck me sap sap sap
Let's go...
I've got ambivalent feelings about being locked down on the tech beat; I keep trying to start writing about movies or books or culture or something actually important, but no editor seems interested in those stories-at least not from me. I'm not really that tech-savvy--I have to work hard to understand the things I write about, and I quickly forget everything I've learned shortly after I write about them. I've dubbed that 'the forgetting curve', and it's the bane of my existence-all this useless knowledge, so hard-earned and so quickly lost in the mists of middle-aged memory loss. The astonishing saturation of the recent wave of tech into our lives is a source of distress to me as well, and I feel like I'm part of the problem--the constant talking on cell phones and texting and removing oneself from experience, the complete inability of a generation to walk down the street and simply think--it's the death of contemplation. What does anyone have left to talk about when they finally see one another in person? It's all very Matrix-y--like we're working for the machines.
Some of these laments have been given a voice by Parker Posey in a Q & A with my editor/buddy Tom at Switched did with her around the opening date of her fine film, Broken English. I like to imagine her answers being delivered in her signature flat inflection that she wields when she's very, very unimpressed.
What gadgets do you always bring with you to the set?
I don't
What cell phone do you have right now and what to you love or hate about it?
Nokia, plain, no flap. It's easy to replace when lost.
Who's the last person you sent a text message to and what was it about?
I don't know.
Where do you go pretty much every time you get online?
A chair or a couch.
What annoys you most about your iPod, cell phone or laptop?
I lose my cell phone a lot. I don't like texting -- it drives me crazy.
Name one thing you wish your iPod, cell phone, or laptop could do that it doesn't do now?
Disappear.
What upcoming gadget can you not wait to get your hands on?
The gadget that will make all the gadgets go away.
You're stranded on a desert island: What gadget do you bring?
The gadget mentioned above.
What's the most played song or artist on your iPod?
The theme song from 'Valley of the Dolls.'
BlackBerry, Sidekick, or Treo?
Sure -- I mean, what?
Are you getting an iPhone -- if so, why?
No, it doesn't make sense.
What's the longest time you've ever spent playing a video game in one sitting and what game was it?
Are you kidding?
Not her. Me. I constantly rail against yellow celebrity journalism, but I fold like a card table when a paycheck's dangled in front of my broke-ass freelancer's nose. To see my piece about celebrity messes online for SWITCHED, the AOL tech blog, go here. When you write one of these you can forget that anyone is going to read it. Of course now millions and millions are as it's on the AOL home page. What's particularly funny is my picking on Michael Bay for his lack of integrity.
John Jay's in Seattle this week where he's flaking on seeing Richard Russo read from his new book, and instead taking the low road and catching a 7:15 show of 30 DAYS OF NIGHT.
7: 18: Smattering of people for 30 Days of Night at the Oak Tree Cinemas in North Seattle
Away we go...
Kids, parents, big storm, storm is evil. Mist, there's something in the mist, townspeople stuck in store, stephen King, flying creatures, "The Mist"
In Space, noone can hear you scream, on earth it won't matter, Aliens, predators, army, containment, Aliens v Predator Requim...fuck ya looks good...sure it won't be. Great trailer
Dancing movie, teen age kids, sistuhs fighting, its time we form a crew and hit the streets, dance competition, hip hop "Step Up 2". Concerns me. Why do they keep making these films? They must be cheap to make.
Martin Lawrence, talk show host, going home to wacky black family, Cedric, hijinks, fat, "Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins".
In the FBI cyber unit, bad website, killing on-line, this wevsite is something we've never seen before, when people go the site a drug is released to the person and kills them...more hits more drugs faster death, diane lane, "Untraceable" guy hiding in back seat.
Walk Hard, the dewey cox story...nuff said
Here we go, young urbans in theater, concerned about talking.
Mom brought a 6 and a 9 year old to this movie.
John Jay's fine critical analysis of the feature, apres le jump.
Continue reading "John Jay's Real Time Blackberry Trailer (And Movie) Reviews: 30 Days Of Night" »
Esquire.com has been running pieces from the magazine's archives--check out James Baldwin's Fifth Avenue, Uptown from 1960.
..Does Better Job with Material than He Ever Could Have. The terrifyingly prolific Anthony Lane beat me to the punch on a story about the Cult of Leica over at the New Yorker. I had a pitch for a rather similar story (mine was called 'The Cult of the Leica Lens') that had been languishing on an editor's desk for about three weeks when Lane's piece appeared in the September 24th issue. I'd love to blame that editor for taking too long to get back to me, but the month it took me to write it and the personal inertia that led me to drag my ass on the whole thing certainly had more to do with it. When I first saw the headline I was shattered, knowing that I only get one really good idea like that a quarter. Maybe. Then I took consolation in knowing that my idea had legs, and that I was scooped by my beloved Tony Lane.
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