Lazy Sunday wool gathering

What's Been Going On?

It’s a lazy Sunday morning. I should be doing all manner of things (including the never-ending effort to make my lawn not be That Lawn in the neighborhood, which I’ve been doing a bad job at for several years now, so why change, right?). The plan is to go see Snowpiercer tonight, and I’ve managed to completely avoid the trailer and nearly any imagery from the film, which means I’ll be nearly blank slate when it fills the screen. I’m kind of excited about that. Too often trailers show some image that my brain stores, and then when I’m watching the film, my brain figures out where that image goes and a small part of the film is spoiled.

While sorting through my somewhat moribund social media presence the other day, I stumbled upon Klout, which I knew about but had managed to ignore. This time, I shrugged and signed up, though I’m barely more influential than anyone on the street. Maybe it’ll nudge me enough to keep up with making myself visible. It’s one thing to write books; it’s another thing to tell others that you have written. The latter is part of the new paradigm, so I might as well suck it up and figure it out. There is so much wild gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair on the internet, though, that I have little enthusiasm for adding to it. Perhaps, then, there will be talk of kittens and mittens instead.

Or there will be talk of Boris, maybe. There’s a new record out. It doesn’t open with as stunning a song as “Riot Sugar,” and so I’m on the fence about it. I’m not really sure why, other than, you know, “Riot Sugar.”

And the lawn has not mown itself.

Distracted by Warren Ellis’s post regarding Blue Ants and Blue Rose Cases, and was reminded that the full Twin Peaks set comes out at the end of this month. It’s been awhile since I sat down and watched the whole thing.

It’s been awhile since I sat down and watched much of anything. The entrepreneur lifestyle, after all.

Closing in on the end of Rudolph edits. Thinking about QUEEN and EVERGREEN. Also thinking about something else called ZERO.

Listening to Tricky’s “Parenthesis”. False Idols is a delightful return of the back alley noir downtempo sound. Also listening to Chris Randall’s new record, floats on air. Delightful Sonorian Chill.

Summer Escapism


I embraced Summer Escapism a bit over the last few days, and caught both Wolverine and Red 2. I was somewhat surprised by the former, and still have a headache from the latter.

Matt Patches has a great article at about James Mangold’s inspirations for Wolverine, and while I think some of them are a little forced, it’s nice to see someone trying to break out of the staid mediocrity of the summer tentpole. And I completely agree with the third act failure. I had almost forgotten I was in an X-Men film until the last act. The bits with Jean Grey are great.

And Marvel doesn’t quite get the concept of the teaser. They should look at Fast and Furious 6 for an example of how to do it right.

As for Red 2, do you remember that scene in Despicable Me 2 with the shark wired with dynamite that is strapped to a rocket? Yeah, that’s the sort of shark that Red 2 tried to jump. I think Bruce Willis has invented quite a career for himself over the years, and no end of admiration to him for making it work (there’s a scene in the first Expendables where he tries not to smirk while in a scene with Schwartzenegger and Stallone, in a very ‘Who knew I would be the guy with an actual career in action films?’ sort of way), but I think we’ve reached that point where it’s time for something new for Mr. Willis. He can certainly show up and keep collecting checks for shooting things and giving us that wild-eyed look of exasperation, but I think I’m done opening my wallet for that.

What a waste of talent. I hope they all got decent travel packages.

Eh, okay. Any scenes with Byung-hun Lee or Helen Mirren in them were great. And Brian Cox’s shoe-sniffing Russian spy stole every scene he was in. Well, both of them, anyway.