Apparently, I Meant Every Two Days.
/This post was started around 11:30 Wednesday night and finished around 2:40 Thursday morning. Why? Because I fell asleep./ --Ehem. It's being uploaded at 11:00 Thursday morning because I fell asleep again. --
It's Wednesday. I'm another day late. Well, that's bound to happen. I was off-line most of the day today and yesterday waiting for a phone call (that didn't come). It wasn't a sure thing, I just assumed . . . and, well, you know what they say about assuming.
Anyway, yesterday wasn't a total loss. I got to see the most amazing movie. The title of the movie is "Stay" and it is freakin' gorgeous. It's artistic and suspensful and confusing and entertaining and you get to stare at Ewan McGregor for 99 minutes.(I soooo forgive him for the fiasco that was Sith). Anybody who doesn't like this movie just doesn't get it. It isn't five stars ( I hate one scene ) but it is definitely four stars and maybe a sliver of the fifth.
Wait! No! Maybe yesterday was almost a total waste. I also wound up having to watch "Bewitched" -- on Stars On Demand -- so I didn't really have to but I did. (I'm thinking it's like the car wreck thing. You can't help but glance and once you do you can't look away from the carnage.) It's too long. It's too stupid. It's too not funny. The least funny guy from SNL and the least funny actress in the history of the world. Is it the least funny movie in the history of the world? Maybe not. I haven't seen all the movies ever made yet, but it's right up there at the top.
I have a suggestion. If you're going to make one of the best ever television shows into a movie, you might want to try the direct approach. They did it (more or less) with the Brady Bunch and I thought those two movies were decent parodies and reasonably funny movies. They should've made the "real" Bewitched. Maybe even set it in the '60s / '70s. Michael Caine was decent as the father and Shirley McClain (I can never spell that woman's name) would've been a hoot as Endora and not just some witch of an actress playing her. Jim Carrey would've been the perfect Darrin (or is it Darr-en? I can never remember). I have no idea who should've played Samantha, it just shouldn't have been Kidman.
Hey, guys, you made a mistake. It happens. Forget it and start over from scratch. Carrey could use a good vehicle and surely you could find one cute, smart, funny, blondish female in . . .( hmmm . . . no . . . maybe not, we'd settle for three out of four -- as long as one of the three is "funny".) Then we could start thinking about other things like The Burglar Who . . . series ( ruined so aptly by Ms. Goldberg ) and the movie version of the best suspense novel in the last twenty years -- "Vertical Run".
Well, I certainly did not mean to get into a tirade there. ( Do you get into or onto a tirade? I don't know.) Then again, maybe I did. Ah, well, tomorrow is another day. (Ooops! It's tomorrow already, which makes it today. Well, this should be up some time today -- Thursday -- so I'm not too far behind. Good morning and good luck, until I write again.)
