You’re sleeping soundly, confident that you’d made yourself clear to Mr. Corleone: no way that talentless crooner’s getting a recording contract.
And then you wake up…

You’re sleeping soundly, confident that you’d made yourself clear to Mr. Corleone: no way that talentless crooner’s getting a recording contract.
And then you wake up…

You ever had anything stolen? Ever wish you could address the thief directly and point out in a clear and simple style just how unfortunate the theft was and how much you’d like that thing back? A Berkeley bio professor had his laptop swiped. At the end of the next day’s class session he takes the opportunity to address the situation. His speech is a verbal battering ram.
This is a direct link to the RealVideo file. I don’t know how long it’ll last with all the attention it’s bound to get. I’ve recorded it as an audio mp3 if you’d like to listen to that instead. Click here to listen.
via boingboing
When a sparsely-read, small-time website gets poked by a big-time high-gloss website like Defamer, this is what happens:

But you know what the number one Google-strike is on this website? Potato bug.
Hmm. Seems the smoke is white. A new Pope has been elected. Unless, of course, someone just stepped out on the balcony for a smoke and accidentally leaned against the bells…

Jack asks in a comment to yesterday’s post how far back Libby Gelman Waxner’s famous column began. Those who followed Libby’s funny and offbeat “reviews” might remember that she was revealed to be Jeffrey scribe Paul Rudnick. Her first column appears in the February 1988 issue, which sports Cher and Nic Cage on its cover.

She has since published a collection of reviews, which I believe is still in print.Does anyone remember when her last column was?

The eBay auction is now up. Check it out. I’ve included heaps of pics that I didn’t include in the earlier post, including shots of the cool collector cards and a couple of the big, splashy articles.

Faced with another day of hanging around the apartment nursing a sore back, I dig into my closet and pull out one of my collections. It’s an old Sun World Grapefruit box filled to the brim with the first three years worth of Premiere Magazine. Issue number one sports Tom Hanks and Dan Aykroyd. Issue two’s got Diane Keaton on the cover. And issue three? William Hurt (promoting Broadcast News.)

I’m gonna sell the whole lot on eBay as part of my quest to get ahold of some extra cash. But as I page through them I’m reminded why I kept them so long. The articles are great, and full of odd portent: this rising star is gonna be huge; that movie will make a tremendous mark; this movie is in the works. Sometimes the predictions are dead right. Often they’re dead wrong. And full-page movie ads for films long-forgotten underscore the uncertainty that still pervades this business, and calls to mind William Goldman’s long-held belief that “nobody knows anything.”
For example, Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II is long out of print on VHS and never been released on DVD. It’s actually a gem of a horror movie that has nothing to do with the first film. It’s hardly long-forgotten, but it’s hard to imagine that it once had a full-page ad in Premiere:

Ishtar still carries with it the stigma of being one of the worst films ever made, even though those who’ve sat down to watch it realize that this is an exaggeration. It’s not great, but it’s hardly the worst film ever made. By the time this ad was printed, it was well on its way to being recgonized as a world-class bomb:

The media were obsessed with the film. Here’s an article from the front of the magazine (where they print the short-attention span reading) that charts Ishtar’s lifespan. And check it out, former Columbia CEO Guy McElwaine paraphrases Goldman:

Movies that seem like important films at the time get coverage that today, seems out of proportion. Does anyone remember the Meg Ryan/Kiefer Sutherland/Tracy Pollan/Jason Gedrick film Promised Land? Premiere seemed to think it was gonna be a lot bigger than it was and featured an article about Meg Ryan during the time of its release.

The “Cameos” column highlights up and coming creative folks, or reminds us of people who’ve been around for a while and are worth looking at some more. Crystal-clear hindsight makes some of their choices questionable. Anyone know who Megan Follows is? Or remember the film Stacking?

She’s actually had an extensive career, but it didn’t pan out quite the way the magazine had predicted. This sort of thing seems to be quite common in leafing through the magazines. Remember Emily Lloyd? Phil Joanou? My favorite is Virginia Madsen. Profiled in the very first issue of Premiere, she’s been working harder than anyone I’ve seen ever since then. And only this year (Sideways) has she really made an impact.
I’d love to see her get some real recognition.
And check this out. Here’s an example of some of the great little “In The Works” jewels to be found among the pages:

I hadn’t realized that Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind was in the works as far back as 1987. Took that one long enough, didn’t it? In 1987 George Clooney was in theaters starring in two memorable sequels: Return To Horror High and Grizzly II: The Predator.
Although come to think of it, I don’t remember those being in theaters.
Finally, it’s hard to remember quite the impact Jim Varney was making on our collective consciousness. Ernest had just kicked off what was to be an epic string of films. According to this little blurb, his success surprised us even then:

Anyway, it’s all coming to eBay later tonight.
Yes, I suppose it’s obvious. Here’s the new design. Or part of it, anyway. This appeals to my interest in simplicity and elegance. Uncluttered. Clean. No coffee stains.
To the right we have the Marquee, which is a standard blogroll. The old design limited the length of my links list. Thanks to this new design, I can abandon all discretion and toss links about willy-nilly. In other words, the links list will likely expand like living hell.
Below the Marquee we have the Soundtrack listing. This is an old Javascript file, which I used prior to syndicating the Buzznet gallery. Therefore, the albums are from, like, last year and stuff. I’ll update them soon.
Then below that we have the Archive list. Whoop-de do.
Many more tweaks and changes to come as I mess around with the CSS (upon which the entire page has been built,) so bear with me.
Let me know what you think.
I’ve been gone a couple days. Sorry about that. I’m back now. But only sorta. I’ve spent the last couple days messing around with a new design for the site. I’ll upload the thing later tonight or tomorrow. It’s the beginning of a site-wide restructuring. I’m sick of the old design, which was really supposed to be a self-promotion tool to help me move to L.A. two years ago. I’m done with it. As I mentioned before, I’ve got the hollywoodland.la domain set aside. As soon as I can fork over the dough to my web provider I’ll be shifting this stuff over there. I’ll keep the sixsquare domain. It’ll have its uses. I’m just tired at looking at my noggin on the home page.
Rita Hayworth is much prettier.
The only reason I’ve had time to do all of this is because Friday morning I awake to find that during the night someone had wrapped several tight coils of barbed wire around my lower spine. I immediately get on the horn with my doctor (whom I’ve not yet had the pleasure to meet) and ask for an appointment.
The receptionist says, “Okay, it looks like we can squeeze you in at 2:30.”
“Fine,” I say.
“On Tuesday.”
At that moment I’m curled over the side of the bed, toes clenched, fingers tight around the telephone, eyes riveted on the carpet. And I say, “Okay. Should I just stay in this position until then?”
I have to call in sick today. I really, really hate doing that.
My Mom is out of the hospital. She went in on Monday for surgery and got out Tuesday. Today, I spot this piece over at McSweeney’s. Amusingly appropriate.


Now there’s something you don’t see too often: an empty street in front of the Cinerama Dome.
Today is a blur. Hundreds upon hundreds of new movies, not enough people to drop them into shelves, phones ringing off the hook (“Mezzanine, lines 2,4 AND 7 are for you…”) and through it all this damned ringing in my ear. The pressure has subsided somewhat, I’m pleased to say.
Oh, and there’s an attempted bank robbery just down the street. The entire city block is cordoned off. Someone wearing a cluster of explosives, possibly fake, walks into the Wells Fargo and attempts to make a withdrawal without filling out a withdrawal slip. On his lunch break, Kirk gets screamed at by a cop when he inadvertenly walks somewhere he’s apparently not supposed to.
“I’m not being a prick,” he shouts at Kirk. “I’m just trying to save your life!”
When it comes time for my own lunch break, they’ve saved as many lives as they’re gonna save tonight so they’re pulling down the police tape. Just before they allow the cars back on Sunset, I snap that picture above. Dunno when I’ll see that again.

Neato.
Man, is this cool:

Taken from the top level of the CNN parking lot.
At least that’s what it sounds like. I’m hoping it goes away. It’s the end of a long night at Amoeba. The music’s off. Customers have cleared out. I’m heading down the long back hallway in search of a sink to scrub the dirt accumulated from the music DVD section off my fingers. The sounds of the world, all the ambient noise and the hisses and pops and hums of normal life, suddenly fold into a knot and thicken in my left ear. It’s as if a spongy cork has nestled in my ear canal. A metallic hum rises. And although sound diminishes, simple noises scrape my ear drum like nettles. This has never happened to me in such a severe manner. And more than an hour later I’m still hearing it.
Hmm…If HE can live with tinnitus, I suppose I can.

I’m just hoping that this early panic is an overreaction, you know like when you awaken in the middle of the night with a mild stomach-ache convinced that your insides are about to dribble onto the sheets. I mean come on. Pete Townshend played in arenas. I haven’t.
Right?