Bloody hell, it was easier when I didn't give a shit if what I wrote actually made sense to the spec-monkeys. This wee pitching project should be up tomorrow. Big props to Alex for actually having the patience to write a book on this stuff.
In the meantime, some notes:
-- Michael Showalter's The Baxter is a nice piece of work. Genuinely witty, constantly flirting with going over the top but somehow anchored by its sincerity ... parodying movies when necessary but then breaking into a real movie at the most unexpected of moments. Michelle Williams is carving a helluva a nice career out for herself, as is Elizabeth Banks. If you're overdosing on the CNN (you know who you are) it'll take the edge off.
-- I have no idea when the hell it''ll be on DVD, but I just watched Paul Gross act a smoking hole through the center of my TV screen in Slings and Arrows. It's too late to jump into the series now, unless Sundance runs a catch-up day, but damn. I may BitTorrent this, and you should toss it on the Tivo for when they rerun it.
-- to the nice folk who asked at the theater last night why I'm not blogging on Katrina: first, others are applying their expertise and research wizardry, and are doing a far better job than I believe I could in illuminating the situation. Second, whenever I start, I pretty quickly descend into a Conan-esque blind red rage, from which I emerge to find nothing typed but endless variations of "Michael Brown", "kleptocracy" and "bound in barbed wire and forced to kneel naked in the flood waters and eat the flesh of the dead", which proooobably isn't all that constructive. Serioulsy, I'm incoherent with anger and I try to keep my rants to at least some sort of structure. Just ... moving on. For now.
Back to work, see you tomorrow.