Sunday, July 20, 2008

in this installment, James can't sleep on Sunday morning, the Dark Knight is the coolest thing since Neil Armstrong found sexy humanoid aliens on the moon (which didn't happen, but would be the only thing comparable in coolness to The Dark Knight), and wishes that human beings didn't fear their own mortality so much that they won't let him pee on a bush.

Ever ...

Until Comic-Con next week.

So, up til 4am Thursday night/Friday morning to watch The Dark Knight. It was, without a doubt, a film so great it sits in the pantheon with the best of David Lean, Spielberg, and Kubrick. Super Hero flicks get a bad rap, but this film manages to fully understand the power and potency of the costumes and iconography and uses them to full effect. Yes, this is a summer blockbuster. Yes, the main character dresses in a bat suit and fights a sadistic clown. Yes yes yes. But underneath all the make-up is a technical and thematic masterpiece. The risks taken on the narrative structure are astounding. As someone who has studied screenwriting my whole adult life, I was floored. The acting is superb and unfortunately the amazing turn by Aaron Eckhart will be forever lost behind Heath Ledger who, all hype aside, turns in a performance that ALSO sits in that pantheon ... I'm talking the best of Brando, Day-Lewis, and pre (lets make s crappy cop movie) Pacino.

Also awesome are the Cinespia cemetery screenings at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Basically, you show up at 5pm, get in line, meet the folks around you, and start drinking. Doors open at 7:30 and the floodof people is enormous. They lead you to the back of the cemetery, to a large headstone-free field, where you set up blankets, coolers, low chair, and listen to music until 9pm when they project a classic movie on the side of a mausoleum. It's a way to raise money for a cemetery that's always on the verge of bankruptcy.

Just, you know, on the way out, don't stop to urinate on a bush, Because even though 500 drunk people are staggering around in a haze of illegal pot smoke, having just watched A Clockwork Orange, it's much to degrading to urinate in a cemetery. Apparently I was disrespectful to the zombies.

Le Sigh ...

And now, at 7:30am on Sunday, the landlords sent the work crew to finish the rocks they are sticking to the side of our house. So, you know, there's that.
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