December 23rd, 2005



It's about 8 p.m. Friday night and I am getting sleeepy... Last night saw one of the confluences of sleep-inhibiting variables: I had a couple of beers, which often means I'll snap wide awake around 4 a.m.; Sweetness woke up very upset three times during the night (don't know what was going on with her -- at one point she said "Okay!" in the middle of a sound sleep. I could hear her from our room); the cats were restless and had to be put out; THEN I got hungry, etc.

A few quick things:
I was at a Borders yesterday for an ultimately unsuccessful bout of Xmas shopping. They were playing The Worst Christmas Music I Have Ever Heard. I don't know what it was, but in my imagination it has the title 'Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera Sings His New Original Christmas Classics.'

Hearing the holiday music, I really wish The Pogues had a Christmas album, called something like 'The Pogues' Angry Drunken Snaggle-toothed Spewin' Christmas!" I'd like to hear them do fast, yowling versions of the Christmas standards.

Sweetness, by the way, loves the nativity story this year, I think simply because Jesus is a baby, and babies are cute. We have an advent calendar that consists of 24 little books that recount the nativity story -- you take out a new one each day, read it (or not) and hang it on the tree. Whenever Sweetness is looking at something with a Bethlehem setting, she asks "Izzat Jesus? Izzat May-ree? Izzat Jophes?"

Went to the close-by 24-screen to see 'The Ringer' this afternoon. It wasn't good enough for me to actually recommend, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting. I saw some, uh, informative trailers:

V For Vendetta, which certainly LOOKS like the comic book and I really hope is good (people at Harry Knowles' 'Butt-Numb-A-Thon' film festival saw it and seem to have liked it. But it's not exactly and objective audience).

This Matthew McConaughey/Sarah Jessica Parker romance in which he's a slacker who lives with his family, and she's some kind of professional motivator who pretends to strike up a relationship with him to influence his behavior to move out (or SOMETHING like that), and they really DO fall in love, blah blah blah. It has the most brilliantly awful title ever: 'Failure To Launch.' Huh? That can't be RELEASING it under that name, can they? It doesn't sound good, it doesn't seem to convey the rom-com plot, it's like handing the critics a club to beat it with.

'Annapolis,' which they should just go ahead and call 'An Office and a Gentlemen Junior.'

'Date Movie,' which had a hilarious line in the trailer: "From Two of the Six Writers of Scary Movie!' But it, like 'Big Momma's House 2' (which I also saw) had extended scenes of thin movie stars wearing realistic-fleshy fat suits and pretending to be "sexy," which is apparently intended to be comedic/repulsive. It was sort of a double-whammy of body-nazi contempt for the non-thin.

Creative Loafing's web site has switched software at least once this year, but some of the kinks appear to have been ironed out so I'll link to my stuff more often. So here's Me vs. King Kong. If I can find my recent Truman Capote story, I'll post that too.

Lastly, a fun piece from the New York Times' A.O. Scott about why the dearth of catastrophically awful movies reflects the lack of true masterpieces.