Well, this weekend was the big day - the long awaited voyage to the one and only (okay, true, there's another one in Orlando), the dinner-theater phenomena known only as Pirate's Dinner Adventure! Well, a good time was had by all, but it was a miracle I even made it there in the first place. Because Thursday, I got sick. Really bad.
I think it started on Wednesday night, where of all things, it was my laundry that killed me. I should have simply called it a night, as things at work had been taking a toll on me, but no, I insisted that I must have clean clothes for the week ahead. So I did my laundry, but then I had one of those annoying episodes where I lie down for a quick breather, next thing I know I'm fast asleep in my jeans. So I wake up at like 1 am, realizing that my clothes were still lying wet in the laundry room. So I force myself up, put 'em in the dryer, wait for them to be done, and then of course I'm overtired and can't fall back asleep. So I can't really be sure, as I think this is when the fever began to take hold, but I may have gone to work the next day with as little as four or so hours of sleep in me. And oddly, I felt fine in the early morning, and never considered not going to work. But as soon as I got there, oh man, I was fried. I had chills shooting up and down, headache from hell, and thought I might lose my lunch (um, yesterday's lunch), at any moment. Pleasent, I know. So I really tried to tough it out, but by about 1 pm I literally thought I was about to pass out. I drove home and got into bed, and was DONE. I mean, for the next 24 hours, I felt worse than I had in years. I just felt so weak and feverish, I could barely even process rational thought. I was slipping in and out of these weird dreams involving geometrical shapes and some vague notion of being stuck in a multi-dimensional game of Tetris (analyze that one, folks). I mean, wow, I was just done. This purgatory-like state of fever-dreaming and immobility continued until late Friday, when I willed myself out to pick up some essential supplies, including Chicken Soup - my own personal mana from heaven. All the while, I was just hoping and praying that I'd feel better for Saturday and Pirate's.
I basically just did a lot of reading, watched some comfort TV (Step by Step, episode where Dana has to psychoanalyze Cody for school), caught up on a little Resident Evil 4 ... but otherwise I was just out of it, in and out of sleep, confined to my bed. By Saturday morning I looked like a refugee from LOST, unshowered, unshaven, and dazed, like I had just woken up from a two day nightmare. Luckily, my fever had begun to break, and by Saturday evening I was more or less ready to go, thank the heathen Pirate gods. And I guess that the combo of having been confined to bed for two days and being so isolated from all civilization at work lately made me ready and raring to go to set sail for some plundering, pillaging and Pirates. But for those who were with me, don't let whatever energy I had Sat. night fool you - from Thursday morning to Saturday morning ... well, let's just say it was not a very fun time.
But anyways, enough about that unpleasant episode, what about ...
PIRATE'S DINNER ADVENTURE:
So after much last minute preparation, I downed some chicken soup, some advil, and some Pepsi, and set off with Scott "Sometimes-BlackBeard" Carter, Liz "Wench-In-Training" Liggett, and Brian "Yo (what up?) Ho' " Grabow to CA's own version of Orlando, Florida, where clustered together one finds all manner of over-the-top attractions, from Disneyland to Knott's Berry Farm to Medieval Times, and of course, Pirate's Dinner Adventure. In short, a little, very cheesy, slice of heaven, for those of us who are so inclined. We drove up to the faux Spanish stronghold that was our destination, donned our souvenier bandanas, and then, souvenier goblets in hand, we headed into the galleon for a night of pirates, wenches, buccaneers, a feast worthy of a a Captain, and, and ...
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... off-broadway musical-style song and dance numbers? Yep, Pirate's Dinner Adventure has it's share of duels, fistfights, and feats of skill, but the bulk of it is guys in unbuttoned shirts singing kid-friendly songs, the most memorable of which was the not-quite-original campfire classic : "What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor?" -- yep, this was "Camelot" with pirates, as produced by Cinemax, music composed by Raffi. Basically, as we enjoyed our Pirate's Feast, our gang of scurvy sea-dogs laughed and rooted for our section's own Pirate of choice, the Blue Pirate Benjamin, who was quite prominent whenever there was singing or music-making to be had, but clung to the shadows whenever there was violence afoot. Of course, our section got the wussiest pirate ever, with about the worst pirate name ever -- Benjamin ... yeah, that one's gonna inspire fear in the locals when the ship comes a-pillagin'. "Oh my god everyone, run away, BENJAMIN is here! And he's brought his dastardly friends, ROBERT and MILTON!" Actually, it turned out that our section's own Benjamin was like the hero of the whole big Pirate musical-shindig (not that any of had any real clue what was going on), and by the end of the thing I'll admit that he kicked his share of ass, fake stage-fightin' style. Still, he looked like some guy who was like an extra in Cats and then did this when that show eneded it's run, or something.
Still, we had an excellent time, and even if we had no friggin' idea what was going in in the "story" most of the time, we still yelled and cheered and made merry (whatever that means). My impression is that this was a lot more fruity than Medieval Times, and also more kid-friendly (mostly just because kids were included in many of the "interactive" portions of the show). I mean, at Medieval Times you can tell that it's actually pretty hardcore in terms of being all about reflecting actual medieval times. Here, they kinda played fast and loose with the whole pirate thing (ie, Pirates making reference to Mr. Roboto, playing, of all things, YMCA to end the show ... weird, I know). While Medieval featured authentic medieval weapons, jousting, lack of eating utensils, etc, Pirates didn't quite have the same commitment to authenticity (and yet, both venues inexplicably become makeshift all-ages dance clubs after the main show is done ...).
Anyways, I came away convinced that not only is the opportunity ripe to tune up Pirates to make it an even more (pirate) booty-licious experience, but there is nearly unlimited potential to open up other themed dining adventures. Picture it: Homer's Greek Dinner Odyssey - a truly epic experience. The Haunted Mansion Mystery Dinner - where the ghouls are dying to serve you. Super-Awesome-Shoryuken Ninja Dinner X-Perience. Outer Space Outpost. Samurai Sizzler. Rainforest Cafe, dammit all. Oh, wait ...
Oh, one more thing, as I mentally prepared myself in the morning for the Pirate experience, I listened to such classic songs of the sea as "A Pirate's Life For Me," And "Friggin' In The Riggin," (on second thought, not quite sure WHAT that one's about ...). But anyways, I was dying to walk into Pirate's and hear some classic, epic pirate music that would put me in the mood for plunderin' and privateering. But no, the music of choice sounded like a wannabe version of Rent, sung by Pirates. Highly questionable.
In any case, like I said - great time was had by all. I was definitely happy that I was there for a much-needed escape. From the crazy, quasi-interactive "challenges", to the hearty meal - we came, we saw, we walked the plank - and a true pirate adventure was had by wench and buccaneer alike. Yo ho!
NBA THOUGHTS:
On another note, I really enjoyed the Lakers vs. Sonics game today on ABC, but it reminded me of so many things that are wrong with the NBA today. Unfortunately, these aren't things that can be easily fixed. But there is just such a marked difference between today, when the NBA's best and brightest are wallowing in the shadow of underperforming teams, as opposed to the glory years when the Best fought the Best on the biggest stage of all. Take Ray Allen for example - unquestionably one of the best talents in the NBA today. He makes everything look easy, and he's a classic shooter on par with the greats like Bird and Miller. And yet he's stuck on a Seattle franchise that is absolutely going nowhere with its current roster. Now, you might argue that Allen should be able to elevate his team to greatness, as others like Jordan and Miller did. But let's be realistic - Michael Jordan played on some incredibly well-rounded teams, and whenever he was successful in the playoffs he had a near all-star cast around him, whether it was Pippen, Kukoc, or great supporting players like BJ Armstrong or John Paxson who were true winners. Now you have great players like Ray Allen, Allen Iverson, Vince Carter, Kevin Garnett, and more playing on crappy teams that keep them out of the spotlight. And even some of the big superstars like Kobe, Lebron, and Tracy McGrady are fighting simply to make the playoffs and make any sort of championship push. And yet, perpetually good yet consistently boring teams like the Spurs and Pistons continue to utterly dominate the league. Who else wishes that the big stars were once again on the big teams? The league is now so watered down that the people who should be the next breakout talents are wasting away in obscurity. Back in the day you had one or two amazing players, like say Dominique Wilkins, who never quite got the spotlight that their talent deserved. Now, popularity is by necessity not equated with winning, as all of the most charismatic, exciting players seem to be lagging in their careers. The NBA needs to eliminate some teams and distribute its talent a bit better, because we as NBA fans can only take so many more San Antonio vs. Detroit matchups before we say forgettaboutit.
Rant Over.
Quick TV Reviews:
Not much in the way of new stuff lately. Veronica Mars finally returns this week, and the countdown to Prisonbreak Season 1.5 is on. But for now ...
Sons and Daughters: Whoah, what happened? I'm not sure what's up here, but I found the pilot to Sons and Daughters hilarious when I saw it this past summer at NBC's LA Screenings. I believe it was reshot since then, but in any case, this past week I found the hour-long premiere of this much-anticipated show to be just, well, pretty boring. I had a memory of a pilot that was like Step By Step meets Arrested Development, with a host of hilarious one-liners and smart, improvisational humor. Well, that memory was mostly overwritten by the reality of a show that was like one really long SNL sketch that was never that funny in the first place. I found a lot of the characters unlikable this second time around, and just didn't quite get it. Weird, I have no idea what happened. I'll probably give this another try just to see what's up, but I have to say the while the show is worth checking out, it's going to need a lot more work than I thought to develop into something special. My grade: C
OC: You know what? I didn't watch or even record the new episode of the OC for the first time in a while, and I have to say that I don't really regret it. This show is just plain sad lately.
The Simpsons: And we have 2 very good episodes in a row! A fun story structure and a clever plot made for an entertaining episode. The story-within a story-within a story thing was a cool gimmick that actually tied together pretty well, and there was some pretty good humor in there too, though not much really side-splittlingly funny or anything. The last two weeks have felt more like vintage Simpsons episodes than anything they've done in a while. My grade: B+
Family Guy: Oh man, whatever was in the air tonight, I was rolling in laughter at tonight's episode. The plot was almost an afterthought here (Quagmire gets married!), but the cutaways and the Stewie subplot consistently cracked me up. I loved the spaceship rollercoaster cutaway. Peter on Wheel of Fortune was hilarious, and there was lots of other really funny stuff, including a very funny dig at NBC and Joey, courtesy of Adam Corrolla as Death. My grade: A -
Conan O'Brien Goes to Finland: While this wasn't as laugh out loud funny as I had anticipated, I wstill would easily call it a GREAT show. It was funny, interesting, smart - all things you'd expect from the king of Late Night. But hey, you know what? It was actually a very cool, almost heartwarming hour of TV that left the viewer with good vibes and a feeling that Americans can actually still go to other countries and spread goodwill rather than negativity. But yeah, many portions of this special were pretty hilarious, in that crazy, Mad Magazine meets Harvard Lampoon way that only Conan can really tap into. Fagerstrom = hilarious! Conan's reindeer dance was gold, and his phone conversation with a random friend's estranged best friend was both hilarious and a nice moment. Conan on various Finnish TV shows was just awesome, the best being the weirdo 80's new-wave-looking guy and the two evil kids who asked questiosn like "in America, does one have to be a funny-looking old man to have his own talk show?" Bwahaha - good stuff. Conan rocks, and this is why. One of those eps where I'm proud to say that I worked for the guy. My grade: A
RANDOM STUFF:
- One and only one good thing about staying home sick - I remembered how enjoyable it is to actually sit down and read for more than a few minutes before going to sleep.
- Next week: Has it been a year already? I guess so, as me and my fellow geeks now privy to Page alumni status once again go to Wizard World LA! Can't wait. Will Kevin Smith once again regale us with his perverse tales of he and his hetrosexual lifemate Jason Mewes? Will we once again behold exclusive trailers to much-anticipated movies? Will we once again run off with armfuls of free schwag and overly expensive signed goods? I hope so! Plus, it promises to be the geek weekend from heaven as V FOR VENDETTA finally comes out! Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Okay, so now it's mid-march, but who's counting? Bring it!
- Post-Aerosmith II, I am now in search of the next big concert event. Suggestions? On my list of still-performing bands that I must see but never have: AC/DC, Metallica, Rush, Def Leppard, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters, White Stripes, The Darkness, The Donnas, The Offspring, Alice Cooper, and, hmm ... lots more.
- I finally made the plunge and got a digital camera. I have to say I still don't like digital photos - they are just way too ... digital. Who wants to see someone's every pore when looking at a photo? Not me. That being said, I've been playing around with my new camera a lot and trying to figure out how to get the best usage from it ... I do love new toys. Om the downside, my pics from Pirate's, my inaugural digital-camera-equipped event, came out pretty poorly. Not sure why, but an investigation is underway. Also, I think that this may be a revelation: you don't want your picture taken by someone too much shorter than you - makes for bad angles, ya know?
- At work I've had a chance to listen to The Ricky Gervais Show podcasts, and yes, they are amazing and hilarious. Where else can you hear a bunch of mad Brits debating the merits of everything from Time Travel to animals' intellects to dating? Seriously, listen to these 12 radio shows - they are yet more comedic brilliance from Ricky Gervais and friends.
- Last week I wsa doign some clothes shopping and accidentally bought a pair of those Levis jeans with no zipper but just like three buttons for the fly. Okay, I know I may be a little late to the party in asking this, but who in the blue hell wants this type of jean? Give me a good old fashioned zipper fly any day of the week.
- I think the lesson learned from my potentially laundry-induced bout of super-flu this weekend is: laundry is evil. A necessary evil, yes, but one of life's evils nonetheless.
- I went to Wendy's today for the first time in a long time. Ideally, in a perfect world, such amazingly tasty items as Wendy's Spicy Chicken Sandwiches would be fat free and nutritious, but alas, they are basically insta-heart attacks, and thus most trips to Wendys nowadays leave me disappointed and torn because all I really want from there is a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. So I go to Wendys today on a whim, determined not to order anything unless I could be reasonably health-concious about it. And lo and behold, I am probably like the last person to hop on the bandwagon, but Wendys is now a virtual mecca of healthiness. I had a quite satisfactory grilled chicken combo, that included a side salad rather than fries. And the menu included things like mandarin oranges and a bunch of other healthy crap. So sure, I threw in a small Frostie for good measure, but overall I was quite happy that my trip to Wendys yielded a meal both reasonably healthy and reasonably delicious.
- Flashbacks to a long-past and disasterous childhood trip to the now-infamous IHOP ( I think it was) in Cape Cod, MA, when today I thought that I happened to be in the same Target as Liz, when in fact we were in separate Targets. I knew something was off when, on the phone, we both claimed to be standing in front of Customer Service, and yet neither of us could see the other. And hilarity ensued ...
- Oh yeah I saw that new shoe Losin' It on FOX tonight also. Kinda funny, but just too all over the place and the side characters weren't really that endearing. It felt like a bunch of forty year old guys were trying unsuccesfully to write about life for current young post college kids, and the best friend was like out of some bad 80's sitcom, mullet and all. Has some potential though. My grade: B-
- How badly do I wish that more people would move into the empty 7th floor where I work. At this point I'll take anyone. Well, almost anyone ...
- 24 Tommorow! Who will die? Tony or Audrey? Intensity! Jack! Robocop! Gravitas!
- Alright, that's all for tonight. I've given you all I have, people! And what do you give back? 8,000 + hits and counting baby. Sure, that's miniscule compared to the Googles and Myspaces of the world, but who else from Bloomfield CT has this many hits? Huh? Yeah, that's what I thought.
-So goodnight Pirates and Wenches! Surrender your booty, board the ship, and set sail for the spot marked by an X, because there, treasure there be!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
NOW: with more GRAVITAS~!
WARNING: Major 24 SPOILERS Ahead:
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Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!
Holy Soul Patch! 24 just rocked Jack Bauer style and barely let up for a second! Okay, the Kim Bauer stuff was a little lame, and the President Logan-his wife-Aaron Pierce thing was kinda, um, odd, but ...
OH MY GOD! Amazing episode! Let's review some highlights:
- first off: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
RIP Edgar Styles - you were many a 24 fan's favorite rotound computer geek, and all I can say is that I'm sorry that you never had your big chance with Chloe. It's just not fair I tell ya! And the big guy's death was just heartbreaking! Running up the stairs, towards the quarantined room, unable to escape the all encompassing nerve toxin floating in the air. He sees the secret love of his life, says her name, and collapses to the ground in a thunderous meeting of CTU hard metal floor and portly tech guy. And even the mighty Jack Bauer could do naught but bow his head in grief - for he too had lost not just a coworker, not just a trusted ally, but, dare I say it - he had lost a friend. Oh Edgar Styles, we hardly knew ye.
- Tony awakens! And he's pissed! Unleash the soul patch fury so that the great Almeda can wreak his unholy vengrance on those bastards who killed Michelle.
- And then Tony gets stuck in a room with Robocop, aka Supreme Heartless Badass Villain Numero Uno! Oh man, that is going to be a Wrestlemania-caliber throwdown. If either one can move that is.
- Kim returns! And she has odd-looking Random Guy with her!
- Jack Bauer shoots Buckaroo Banzai's wife in the kneecap! And Buckaroo doesn't even flinch! He's STILL half-machine, I say. And even Jack can do nothing but yell at Peter Weller in frustration and call him a heartless bastard!
- Sam Gamgee's sister is gunned down! The terrorists take his key card to CTU from her, and once again prove that CTU is possibly the least secure location on earth -- all terrorists, moles, and hired mercenaries welcome!
- Curtis contains the nerve-gas device with mere seconds to spare! Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb. Could Curtis, whose track record is not too shabby, now be in line for a Tony Almeda -level push to main-eventer?
- Shades of Season 3 and Gaiel as DEADLY TOXIN spreads through ventilation systems!
- Chase reference! Chase reference! That jerk left Kim when the chips were down! Could he be the one-armed man with the master evil plan? Doubtful.
- Robocop says that if he reveals what he knows, it will open a Pandora's box that will put our country in jeapordy! What does he know? Does it involve a mole? Could it be the VICE PRESIDENT is EVIL? Could AARON PIERCE be EVIL? Dammit all, someone here is EVIL and I gotta know WHO.
- Sidenote: That trailer for X-Men 3 was actually pretty sweet. Sure it's just a trailer, but I think this may surprise people by actually being decent, even as its major summer competition, Superman, surprises people by being a steaming pile.
- Next week: Someone will die! Oh man, whenever they say someone's gonna bite it I always think that Tony is a deadman. But no, my prediction for next week is that everyone's favorite D.O.D. liason, Audrey Raines, will make the ultimate sacrifice. Let's face it, her usefulness has pretty much expired, and she seems to be living on borrowed time.
- Damn, this show is just on a roll, providing three straight hours of unbridled entertainment and nonstop INTENSITY, brimming with dramatic tension and yes, GRAVITAS.
My grade: A
Best show on TV right now.
5
4
3
2
1
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!
Holy Soul Patch! 24 just rocked Jack Bauer style and barely let up for a second! Okay, the Kim Bauer stuff was a little lame, and the President Logan-his wife-Aaron Pierce thing was kinda, um, odd, but ...
OH MY GOD! Amazing episode! Let's review some highlights:
- first off: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
RIP Edgar Styles - you were many a 24 fan's favorite rotound computer geek, and all I can say is that I'm sorry that you never had your big chance with Chloe. It's just not fair I tell ya! And the big guy's death was just heartbreaking! Running up the stairs, towards the quarantined room, unable to escape the all encompassing nerve toxin floating in the air. He sees the secret love of his life, says her name, and collapses to the ground in a thunderous meeting of CTU hard metal floor and portly tech guy. And even the mighty Jack Bauer could do naught but bow his head in grief - for he too had lost not just a coworker, not just a trusted ally, but, dare I say it - he had lost a friend. Oh Edgar Styles, we hardly knew ye.
- Tony awakens! And he's pissed! Unleash the soul patch fury so that the great Almeda can wreak his unholy vengrance on those bastards who killed Michelle.
- And then Tony gets stuck in a room with Robocop, aka Supreme Heartless Badass Villain Numero Uno! Oh man, that is going to be a Wrestlemania-caliber throwdown. If either one can move that is.
- Kim returns! And she has odd-looking Random Guy with her!
- Jack Bauer shoots Buckaroo Banzai's wife in the kneecap! And Buckaroo doesn't even flinch! He's STILL half-machine, I say. And even Jack can do nothing but yell at Peter Weller in frustration and call him a heartless bastard!
- Sam Gamgee's sister is gunned down! The terrorists take his key card to CTU from her, and once again prove that CTU is possibly the least secure location on earth -- all terrorists, moles, and hired mercenaries welcome!
- Curtis contains the nerve-gas device with mere seconds to spare! Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb. Could Curtis, whose track record is not too shabby, now be in line for a Tony Almeda -level push to main-eventer?
- Shades of Season 3 and Gaiel as DEADLY TOXIN spreads through ventilation systems!
- Chase reference! Chase reference! That jerk left Kim when the chips were down! Could he be the one-armed man with the master evil plan? Doubtful.
- Robocop says that if he reveals what he knows, it will open a Pandora's box that will put our country in jeapordy! What does he know? Does it involve a mole? Could it be the VICE PRESIDENT is EVIL? Could AARON PIERCE be EVIL? Dammit all, someone here is EVIL and I gotta know WHO.
- Sidenote: That trailer for X-Men 3 was actually pretty sweet. Sure it's just a trailer, but I think this may surprise people by actually being decent, even as its major summer competition, Superman, surprises people by being a steaming pile.
- Next week: Someone will die! Oh man, whenever they say someone's gonna bite it I always think that Tony is a deadman. But no, my prediction for next week is that everyone's favorite D.O.D. liason, Audrey Raines, will make the ultimate sacrifice. Let's face it, her usefulness has pretty much expired, and she seems to be living on borrowed time.
- Damn, this show is just on a roll, providing three straight hours of unbridled entertainment and nonstop INTENSITY, brimming with dramatic tension and yes, GRAVITAS.
My grade: A
Best show on TV right now.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Oscar Results and Other Assorted Randomness
Okay, just a quick post here to see how I did in my Oscar picks ...
Turns out I was ...
13 for 17 -- not too bad if I do say so myself. The only major categories I was wrong in were Best Picture (along eith everyone else), as Crash had the big upset, and best Supporting Actor, as Clooney took it rather than my predicted winner, Matt Dillon, or my pick for best, William Hurt. Like I said, Clooney was pretty good in Syriana, but was basically playing an everyman role that was fairly two-dimensional, so I don't quite get the acclaim for the role. As for Crash, still need to see it to judge for myself, but hey, it's great for NBC, as writer/director Paul Haggis' next project is Black Donnelly's, a gangster TV drama coming soon to the Peacock.
RANDOM STUFF:
- Funny Malcolm in te Middle tonight
- taped SNL - it had a few decent sketches (my faves were the Jamba Juice sketch and the always amusing Wake Up Wakefield), the digital short was ok but no Lazy Sunday, and Fallout Boy was pretty sweet. But as usual many of the sketches went on with the same joke for waaaaaaaay too long, and also as usual the old satirical edge is just lacking in many areas (the opening political sketch was awful). There are bright spots, but SNL has a long way to go to climb out of its current rut.
- mention Aquaman in my blog and suddenly the hits skyrocket! So ... Aquaman! Actually, here's a little tidbit for you fanboys out there - I am the lucky owner of a copy of the Aquaman tv pilot for WB. Actually haven't read it yet but I am definitely curious to see how Smallville creators Gough and Miller tackled this whale of a project. Bwahahaha.
- Damn, my cellphone sucks. Today it totally went crazy on me and kept asking for my credit card info whenever I tried to make a call. Finally got it to work again, but sorry if you called and I never got your message. I'm holding out a few weeks on getting a new one though since I will then be eligible for a free new phone from Verizon.
- Oh man, I saw NIGHTWATCH this weekend. Yep, the imported Russian vampire movie that is touted as part one of a three-part epic! Holy lord, whoever made this movie was on serious crack, and I would almost consider taking up hardcore drugs in preparation for parts 2 and 3. Because wow, this was the most messed up, ridiculous movie I've seen in a long while. Just totally out there, incomprehensible, and completely baffling. Entertainment Weekly gave this an F, and I think that I give it a G - basically it inhabits that crazy space where it is so awful, that, in it's own way, this movie is actually amazing. I'll have to talk more about it later, but if you want to see the trippiest, weirdest movie (when's the last time you saw a movie subtitled from RUSSIAN?!?!) about somehting having to do with vampires, shapeshifters, a vortex, "The Gloom,", and a lead villain who rips out his own spine and uses it as a sword~!, then run down to the theater and watch Nightwatch -- a movie that only a total freak could legitimately love, but one that everyone else will view with a mix of amazement, frustration, and multiple exclamations of "What. The. Hell?" So yeah, bring on chapters two and three.
- Another week of work. Already. Sonova. But, at least I have something awesome to look forward to this upcoming weekend -- PIRATE ADVENTURE, BABY.
- Well, while I'm preoccupied with thoughts of swashbuckling buccaneers, wily wenches, and hearty hook-handed Captains with parrots, eye-patches, and constant calls of "ARRRGH!", I shall end this entry and retreat to dreams of pirates, black frieghters, treasure-filled islands, and simpler, adventure-filled days.
Until next time ...
Turns out I was ...
13 for 17 -- not too bad if I do say so myself. The only major categories I was wrong in were Best Picture (along eith everyone else), as Crash had the big upset, and best Supporting Actor, as Clooney took it rather than my predicted winner, Matt Dillon, or my pick for best, William Hurt. Like I said, Clooney was pretty good in Syriana, but was basically playing an everyman role that was fairly two-dimensional, so I don't quite get the acclaim for the role. As for Crash, still need to see it to judge for myself, but hey, it's great for NBC, as writer/director Paul Haggis' next project is Black Donnelly's, a gangster TV drama coming soon to the Peacock.
RANDOM STUFF:
- Funny Malcolm in te Middle tonight
- taped SNL - it had a few decent sketches (my faves were the Jamba Juice sketch and the always amusing Wake Up Wakefield), the digital short was ok but no Lazy Sunday, and Fallout Boy was pretty sweet. But as usual many of the sketches went on with the same joke for waaaaaaaay too long, and also as usual the old satirical edge is just lacking in many areas (the opening political sketch was awful). There are bright spots, but SNL has a long way to go to climb out of its current rut.
- mention Aquaman in my blog and suddenly the hits skyrocket! So ... Aquaman! Actually, here's a little tidbit for you fanboys out there - I am the lucky owner of a copy of the Aquaman tv pilot for WB. Actually haven't read it yet but I am definitely curious to see how Smallville creators Gough and Miller tackled this whale of a project. Bwahahaha.
- Damn, my cellphone sucks. Today it totally went crazy on me and kept asking for my credit card info whenever I tried to make a call. Finally got it to work again, but sorry if you called and I never got your message. I'm holding out a few weeks on getting a new one though since I will then be eligible for a free new phone from Verizon.
- Oh man, I saw NIGHTWATCH this weekend. Yep, the imported Russian vampire movie that is touted as part one of a three-part epic! Holy lord, whoever made this movie was on serious crack, and I would almost consider taking up hardcore drugs in preparation for parts 2 and 3. Because wow, this was the most messed up, ridiculous movie I've seen in a long while. Just totally out there, incomprehensible, and completely baffling. Entertainment Weekly gave this an F, and I think that I give it a G - basically it inhabits that crazy space where it is so awful, that, in it's own way, this movie is actually amazing. I'll have to talk more about it later, but if you want to see the trippiest, weirdest movie (when's the last time you saw a movie subtitled from RUSSIAN?!?!) about somehting having to do with vampires, shapeshifters, a vortex, "The Gloom,", and a lead villain who rips out his own spine and uses it as a sword~!, then run down to the theater and watch Nightwatch -- a movie that only a total freak could legitimately love, but one that everyone else will view with a mix of amazement, frustration, and multiple exclamations of "What. The. Hell?" So yeah, bring on chapters two and three.
- Another week of work. Already. Sonova. But, at least I have something awesome to look forward to this upcoming weekend -- PIRATE ADVENTURE, BABY.
- Well, while I'm preoccupied with thoughts of swashbuckling buccaneers, wily wenches, and hearty hook-handed Captains with parrots, eye-patches, and constant calls of "ARRRGH!", I shall end this entry and retreat to dreams of pirates, black frieghters, treasure-filled islands, and simpler, adventure-filled days.
Until next time ...
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Oscar Picks and Random Geekiness
Ah, finally some time to wind down after a week and a half that was pure craziness. Not to say it was a bad week or anything, quite the oppossite. Just that after seeing Aerosmith, entertaining my parents for the next four days, then starting a new job the following Monday, there's barely been a second to stop and take it all in.
Otherwise, had a nice Friday night and finally got to sleep (and sleep, and sleep ...) today. Now, like I have said, I am not really feeling this year's Oscars. It is one of those years where it looks like one movie (Brokeback Mountain) is poised to sweep many of the major categories. But unlike the last time this happened, with Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, I have yet to even see Brokeback, and it's not a movie that I am particularly rooting for, unlike LOTR, where it was a huge statement that a genre movie could be as good as any other and as deserving of critical acclaim.
Also, of the movies I did see this year, many of my favorites are only minimally recognized. A History of Violence got shafted with only a few nominations, and Viggo Mortensen definitely should have been in the best actor race and David Cronenberg in the mix for best director. Munich is nominated but seems to have little chance of winning. Otherwise, I unfortunately have not had the chance to catch up on a few heavily nominated movies like Good Night and Good Luck, Crash, and Capote.
So without any further ado:
Best Picture:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - too much buzz, seems inevitable
My Pick: Munich - A powerful, relevant film that is Spielberg's overall best in years - I don't understand why there is so little buzz? And anyone (ie Ann Coulter) who decides to call this movie antisemetic is on crack.
Actor:
Will Win: Philp Seymour Hoffman - also too much buzz, and seemingly well-deserved
My Pick: Terence Howard - Hustle and Flow was an amazing movie, and Howard carried it, through and through. Sure, we've seen the basic story before, but Howard injected his character with multiple dimensions, making his scenes pack a huge emotional punch. Jouaquin was also great in Walk the Line, but his performance was a little bit caricaturish in retrospect.
Actress:
Will Win: Reese Witherspoon - there IS room for an upset here (possibly Felicity Huffman), but otherwie Reese is the biggest name in the highest profile movie, and she did do a great job as Jun Carter in Walk the Line - easily her best movie performance yet, so although I haven't seen any of the other nominated actress' movies, by default and by choice ...
My Pick: Reese Witherspoon
Supporting Actor:
Will Win: Matt Dillon - Crash will get a few bones thrown its way, and I think this will be one of them, although Clooney seems to have some buzz, why I'm not sure since he was decent but not great in Syriana (Where's MICKEY ROURKE for Sin City?), and yet ...
My Pick: William Hurt - although his scenes in A Histoy of Violence were brief, Hurt absolutely lit up the screen and stole the movie. I think people have stood up and taken notice of this kickass performance, so he IS a dark horse to win, though his limited screen time will be a factor
Supporting Actress:
Will Win: Rachel Weisz - Okay, I admit I haven't seen any of the movies with actresses nominated in this caregory, though I have a screener copy of A Constant Gardner I've been meaning to watch. Still, I feel a buzz for Weisz (maybe those rumors of her as Talia Al Ghul in Batman II have something to do with it?) and think she'll win ...
My pick: Rachel Weisz - Since I haven't actually seen these movies, see above
Director:
Will Win: Ang Lee - Look, I am a huge Ang Lee fan - loved Crouching Tiger, loved The Ice Storm ... (I even liked The Hulk!), and his direction is one of the reasons why I was initially interested in seeing Brokeback before it became Jay Leno's favorite punchline. So if he wins, I'm sure it will be deservedly so.
My Pick: Steven Spielberg - I gotta say, in my mind this was the year of Spielberg, with two amazingly directed movies in War of the Worlds and Munich. Munich was, really, a directing clinic as far as I can see. Locations that made you feel like you were there, amazing cuts, huge emotional impact and a tense dramatic pacing. Old school directing, awesome impact ... I say don't ignore the obvious, and pay Spielberg his due respect. But like someone said (Harry Knowles maybe?), this movie is probably too good for the Oscars.
Foreign Film:
- didn't see any of these, but from the buzz I hear my pick is Tsotsi.
Adapted Screenplay:
Will Win: Munich - this is actually a tough category to pick, and I think anyone could win it. Brokeback is just from a short story so it will have a hard time winning. Capote seems like a possible favorite, but Tony Kushner's name-value and respect-factor should hopefully earn him a trophy.
My pick: Munich - Well my sentimental fav is A History of Violence since it's adapted from a graphic novel, but I gotta say that Tony Kushner's script for Munich was ridiculously good. More sophisticated than your average movie and light years ahead of your average thriller, the dialogue, plotting , and characters of Munich were all amazingly written.
Original Screenplay:
Will Win: Crash - remember how I said some bones will be thrown to Crash? Well this is the other one. Paul Haggis is a rising star and I think that even though the movie has gotten somewaht mixed reviews, it's screenplay wil lcome away with an Oscar.
My Pick: Good Night and Good Luck - okay, I realize it's kind of pointless to pick a movie I have not yet seen, but let me put it this way - I've heard nothing but good things about this movie, and I am eager to finally see it. On the other hand, I HAVE seen Match Point and Syriana. Syrian had a meandering and textbook like script, and Match Point was very good, but not quite great. Oh yeah, would really like to check out Squid and the Whale too, but for now I'm goin' with Good Night and Good Luck.
Animated Film:
Will Win: Wallace and Grommet
My Pick: Howl's Moving Castle - Only seen Corpse Bride, which had amazing animation but didn't live up to the greatness of Nightmare Before Christmas. Have yet to see Howl's Moving Castle, though I do like Miyazaki, however this probably is not his year. Why is it my pick? Because let's hear it for TRADITIONAL 2-D ANIMATION, which NEEDS to make a comeback ... now!
Art Direction:
Will Win: Memoirs of a Geisha - Oscar loves period pieces
My Pick: King Kong - some of the best CGI ever used to animate Kong and the creatures of Skull Island
Cinematography:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - the year of Brokeback continues
Should Win: Good Night and Good Luck - Well, Batman is nominated, but truth be told I wasn't even crazy about some of the cinematography in that movie (fight scenes cut WAY too jumpily). Gotta go with Clooney and co. for their use of stock news footage integrated into the new stuff. Where's SIN CITY here?!?!
Original Score:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - come on, that themsong is everywhere
My Pick: Brokeback Mountain - Aw hell, any song that can make BROKEBACK TO THE FUTURE so funny deserves to win. Oh, and where in the name of Obi-Wan is STAR WARS here? Two words: John Friggin' Williams!
Original Song:
Will Win: Hustle and Flow - It's HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP!
My pick: Hustle and Flow - WHOOP THAT TRICK! WHOOP THAT TRICK!
Costume Design:
Will Win: Memoirs of a Geisha - Like I said ...
My Pick: Memoirs of a Geisha - Turning Japanese oh yes I'm turning Japanese I really think so!
Documentary:
Will Win: March of the Penguins: Who doesn't love penguins?
My Pick: March of the Penguins: Yes, even I love those darn penguins. But, um, where the bleep is GRIZZLY MAN?!?!
Makeup:
Will Win: Star Wars Episode III - Come on, we gotta give SOMETHING to Star Wars! And Narnia was good, but the makeup? Well, Mr. Tumnus couldda done a bit better ...
My Pick: Star Wars, baby! Come on, the makeup for THE EMPEROR was awesome!
Visual Effects:
Will Win: King Kong - come on, give something to the GIANT GORILA already! Kong had amazing f/x, and it will be honored for 'em.
My Pick: KONG, duh. Why? One word: Kong vs. T-Rex = crazy delicious.
Alright, there's my picks. Oh, and these are really insider, just so you know. Just kidding, they are grasroots legit, dude. Whatever that means. But come Oscar time you can be assured of one thing - a really boring-ass, five hour show! Yes, even if John Stewart is hosting.
OKAY ...
Time for some comic geek indulgences, so the rest of you can switch back to reading defamer.com now or whatever.
COMIC BOOK QUICK REVIEWS:
Well this was a huge week for the DC Comics nerds among us, as Infinite Crisis 5 was finally released and all DC Comics jumped ahead "one year later." So in almost every mainstream DC book released this week, things had changed, there were new creative teams, and suddenly everything is a year later. Craziness I tell ya. How were the comics?
Infinite Crisis 5: Once again, business is picking up and things are going full steam ahead, but I still feel like writer Geoff Johns is having trouble pulling all of the various subplots together into one cohesive epic. There seems to be a lot of random chaos without much rhyme or reason behind it except as a way of giving lots of characters face time and creating a sense that we really are in the midst of a crisis, even though what exactly that crisis is still seems kinda loosely defined and shakily tied together. But, this is bar none THE most jaw dropping read right now, as for one, the artwork is absoultely stunning, ridiculously detailed, and totally EPIC. Phil Jiminez is outdoing himself here. Unfortunately all that crazy art is requiring various fill-in artists to lend a hand, and this month comics legend Jerry Ordway steps in. Now some "legends" inevitably disapooint as they get into their later years - their work becomes loose, shaky, a shadow of that artist's former greatness. But Jerry Ordway comes in here and lives up to his legend, drawing classically styled Superman vs. Superman scenes that positively rock! And of course Jiminez delivers with more than a few memorable scenes of his own - Nightwing in Bludhaven, Booster and Beetle in the Batcave, Superboy Prime bursting through back into our reality. Damn that art is amazing. Now what Geoff Johns does do right is the big moments and the classic, iconic dialogue. "A perfect world wouldn't need a Superman." = yet another insta-classic line of dialogue from Johns in this series. Minor complaints: church scene = kinda lame. Ditto all the parallel earths floating in the sky - wouldn't this cause some kind of crazy gravitiational mess? And um, what exactly is Alex Luthor's big plan again? Anyways, lots of fun and exciting stuff going on here, I just hope everything comes together nicely in the last two installments. My grade: B +
Detective Comics: One Year Later - wow! Now this is Batman! James Robinson has been one of my favorite writers since I read his classic work The Golden Age, and he comes in and lends a touch of class and a classical mentality to part one of an eight part story, as the Batman mytos jump forward by one year. A number of great moments scattered throughout, the return of a number of much-missed supporting characters (Gordon! Bullock! Ivy! Dent!), and most of all - a return to a Batman who is a dark and grim hero, but NOT a through and through asshole as he's been portrayed in recent years. Kudos to Robinson, and great art by Leonard Kirk. My grade: A
Outsiders: One Year Later: ugh! Judd Winnick, former Real World Cast member and current go-to DC writer, is often wildly inconsistent and very annoying in his preachy writing and lame characterizations. Here we get both, and though longtime characters like Nightwing should feel familiar, here they just feel .. wrong. My grade: C
JSA: One Year Later - Paul Levitz, current DC head honcho, is a legend for his 1970's work on the Legion. But he hasn't written in years, and it shows on his latest JSA, which has a simplistic, dated feel that actually reads like it was written sometime in the 70's. Nice art by Identity Crisis' Rags Morales, and it' nice to see that the JSA has been largely un-messed with One Year Later, but this issue really made me hope that regular writer Geoff Johns returns ASAP. My grade:
Blood of the Demon: One Year Later: This overlooked gem is a great little horror comic, with spectacular artwork by comics legend John Bryne. Now many people, myself include, are wary of Bryne these days, as his writing and art over say, the last decade or so, has been, to put it mildly, pretty bad. His writing has become bland and uninspired, and his art has become loose, sketchy, and inconsistent. But wait, here, Bryne seems to be really having fun for the first time in years. His art is reinvigorated, and to put it simply, it is beautiful. And his writing is old school and over the top, sure, but in a horror comic like this, it actually works really well. Plus, the scripting is actually by rising star Will Pfeifer, so the dialogue is sharp and funny and engrossing. Most of all, this is a damn fun comic that is just totally over the top, ultra-violent, and a throwback to the kind of stuff that they just don't make anymore. The One Year Later story is actually a lot of fun as well. So for those who have given up on John Bryne, take a look at the Demon. My grade: A -
Aquaman: Sword of Atlantis: One Year Later - yes, I said Aquaman. Look, I admit that Aquaman is goofy as hell, but look at who is making this comic! It's written by one of the great writers working today, Kurt Busiek, and drawn by Butch Guice, who is one of the premiere talents out there right now. So here we have a totally new take on Aquaman - a kind of underwater sword and sorcery epic that sees a new lead character (who he is part of the big mystery), thrown into an epic quest aided by a guy with tentacles for a beard and a huge beast who is a walking, talking shark! While the overly vague and mysterious opening was a little frustrating, it should be fun to see it all unraveled in future issues. Pretty damn cool, and thanks to the tight writing by Busiek and the spectacular art by one of my favorites, Guice, I am willing to see where this is going and not write it off as yet another attempt to revitalize a hopelessly silly character. Yes, they did it - they made Aquaman cool. Well, at least for now. My grade: B+
And yes, by reviewing an issue of an Aquaman comic book I have now sunk to the ninth circle of nerdiness, and I must sign off before I start reviewing unopened Battlestar Galactica action figures or give my two cents on the greatest Green Lanterns ever.
Alright, peace out, and enjoy the Oscars (hmm, I wonder if The Simpsons is a repeat?)
Otherwise, had a nice Friday night and finally got to sleep (and sleep, and sleep ...) today. Now, like I have said, I am not really feeling this year's Oscars. It is one of those years where it looks like one movie (Brokeback Mountain) is poised to sweep many of the major categories. But unlike the last time this happened, with Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, I have yet to even see Brokeback, and it's not a movie that I am particularly rooting for, unlike LOTR, where it was a huge statement that a genre movie could be as good as any other and as deserving of critical acclaim.
Also, of the movies I did see this year, many of my favorites are only minimally recognized. A History of Violence got shafted with only a few nominations, and Viggo Mortensen definitely should have been in the best actor race and David Cronenberg in the mix for best director. Munich is nominated but seems to have little chance of winning. Otherwise, I unfortunately have not had the chance to catch up on a few heavily nominated movies like Good Night and Good Luck, Crash, and Capote.
So without any further ado:
Best Picture:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - too much buzz, seems inevitable
My Pick: Munich - A powerful, relevant film that is Spielberg's overall best in years - I don't understand why there is so little buzz? And anyone (ie Ann Coulter) who decides to call this movie antisemetic is on crack.
Actor:
Will Win: Philp Seymour Hoffman - also too much buzz, and seemingly well-deserved
My Pick: Terence Howard - Hustle and Flow was an amazing movie, and Howard carried it, through and through. Sure, we've seen the basic story before, but Howard injected his character with multiple dimensions, making his scenes pack a huge emotional punch. Jouaquin was also great in Walk the Line, but his performance was a little bit caricaturish in retrospect.
Actress:
Will Win: Reese Witherspoon - there IS room for an upset here (possibly Felicity Huffman), but otherwie Reese is the biggest name in the highest profile movie, and she did do a great job as Jun Carter in Walk the Line - easily her best movie performance yet, so although I haven't seen any of the other nominated actress' movies, by default and by choice ...
My Pick: Reese Witherspoon
Supporting Actor:
Will Win: Matt Dillon - Crash will get a few bones thrown its way, and I think this will be one of them, although Clooney seems to have some buzz, why I'm not sure since he was decent but not great in Syriana (Where's MICKEY ROURKE for Sin City?), and yet ...
My Pick: William Hurt - although his scenes in A Histoy of Violence were brief, Hurt absolutely lit up the screen and stole the movie. I think people have stood up and taken notice of this kickass performance, so he IS a dark horse to win, though his limited screen time will be a factor
Supporting Actress:
Will Win: Rachel Weisz - Okay, I admit I haven't seen any of the movies with actresses nominated in this caregory, though I have a screener copy of A Constant Gardner I've been meaning to watch. Still, I feel a buzz for Weisz (maybe those rumors of her as Talia Al Ghul in Batman II have something to do with it?) and think she'll win ...
My pick: Rachel Weisz - Since I haven't actually seen these movies, see above
Director:
Will Win: Ang Lee - Look, I am a huge Ang Lee fan - loved Crouching Tiger, loved The Ice Storm ... (I even liked The Hulk!), and his direction is one of the reasons why I was initially interested in seeing Brokeback before it became Jay Leno's favorite punchline. So if he wins, I'm sure it will be deservedly so.
My Pick: Steven Spielberg - I gotta say, in my mind this was the year of Spielberg, with two amazingly directed movies in War of the Worlds and Munich. Munich was, really, a directing clinic as far as I can see. Locations that made you feel like you were there, amazing cuts, huge emotional impact and a tense dramatic pacing. Old school directing, awesome impact ... I say don't ignore the obvious, and pay Spielberg his due respect. But like someone said (Harry Knowles maybe?), this movie is probably too good for the Oscars.
Foreign Film:
- didn't see any of these, but from the buzz I hear my pick is Tsotsi.
Adapted Screenplay:
Will Win: Munich - this is actually a tough category to pick, and I think anyone could win it. Brokeback is just from a short story so it will have a hard time winning. Capote seems like a possible favorite, but Tony Kushner's name-value and respect-factor should hopefully earn him a trophy.
My pick: Munich - Well my sentimental fav is A History of Violence since it's adapted from a graphic novel, but I gotta say that Tony Kushner's script for Munich was ridiculously good. More sophisticated than your average movie and light years ahead of your average thriller, the dialogue, plotting , and characters of Munich were all amazingly written.
Original Screenplay:
Will Win: Crash - remember how I said some bones will be thrown to Crash? Well this is the other one. Paul Haggis is a rising star and I think that even though the movie has gotten somewaht mixed reviews, it's screenplay wil lcome away with an Oscar.
My Pick: Good Night and Good Luck - okay, I realize it's kind of pointless to pick a movie I have not yet seen, but let me put it this way - I've heard nothing but good things about this movie, and I am eager to finally see it. On the other hand, I HAVE seen Match Point and Syriana. Syrian had a meandering and textbook like script, and Match Point was very good, but not quite great. Oh yeah, would really like to check out Squid and the Whale too, but for now I'm goin' with Good Night and Good Luck.
Animated Film:
Will Win: Wallace and Grommet
My Pick: Howl's Moving Castle - Only seen Corpse Bride, which had amazing animation but didn't live up to the greatness of Nightmare Before Christmas. Have yet to see Howl's Moving Castle, though I do like Miyazaki, however this probably is not his year. Why is it my pick? Because let's hear it for TRADITIONAL 2-D ANIMATION, which NEEDS to make a comeback ... now!
Art Direction:
Will Win: Memoirs of a Geisha - Oscar loves period pieces
My Pick: King Kong - some of the best CGI ever used to animate Kong and the creatures of Skull Island
Cinematography:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - the year of Brokeback continues
Should Win: Good Night and Good Luck - Well, Batman is nominated, but truth be told I wasn't even crazy about some of the cinematography in that movie (fight scenes cut WAY too jumpily). Gotta go with Clooney and co. for their use of stock news footage integrated into the new stuff. Where's SIN CITY here?!?!
Original Score:
Will Win: Brokeback Mountain - come on, that themsong is everywhere
My Pick: Brokeback Mountain - Aw hell, any song that can make BROKEBACK TO THE FUTURE so funny deserves to win. Oh, and where in the name of Obi-Wan is STAR WARS here? Two words: John Friggin' Williams!
Original Song:
Will Win: Hustle and Flow - It's HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP!
My pick: Hustle and Flow - WHOOP THAT TRICK! WHOOP THAT TRICK!
Costume Design:
Will Win: Memoirs of a Geisha - Like I said ...
My Pick: Memoirs of a Geisha - Turning Japanese oh yes I'm turning Japanese I really think so!
Documentary:
Will Win: March of the Penguins: Who doesn't love penguins?
My Pick: March of the Penguins: Yes, even I love those darn penguins. But, um, where the bleep is GRIZZLY MAN?!?!
Makeup:
Will Win: Star Wars Episode III - Come on, we gotta give SOMETHING to Star Wars! And Narnia was good, but the makeup? Well, Mr. Tumnus couldda done a bit better ...
My Pick: Star Wars, baby! Come on, the makeup for THE EMPEROR was awesome!
Visual Effects:
Will Win: King Kong - come on, give something to the GIANT GORILA already! Kong had amazing f/x, and it will be honored for 'em.
My Pick: KONG, duh. Why? One word: Kong vs. T-Rex = crazy delicious.
Alright, there's my picks. Oh, and these are really insider, just so you know. Just kidding, they are grasroots legit, dude. Whatever that means. But come Oscar time you can be assured of one thing - a really boring-ass, five hour show! Yes, even if John Stewart is hosting.
OKAY ...
Time for some comic geek indulgences, so the rest of you can switch back to reading defamer.com now or whatever.
COMIC BOOK QUICK REVIEWS:
Well this was a huge week for the DC Comics nerds among us, as Infinite Crisis 5 was finally released and all DC Comics jumped ahead "one year later." So in almost every mainstream DC book released this week, things had changed, there were new creative teams, and suddenly everything is a year later. Craziness I tell ya. How were the comics?
Infinite Crisis 5: Once again, business is picking up and things are going full steam ahead, but I still feel like writer Geoff Johns is having trouble pulling all of the various subplots together into one cohesive epic. There seems to be a lot of random chaos without much rhyme or reason behind it except as a way of giving lots of characters face time and creating a sense that we really are in the midst of a crisis, even though what exactly that crisis is still seems kinda loosely defined and shakily tied together. But, this is bar none THE most jaw dropping read right now, as for one, the artwork is absoultely stunning, ridiculously detailed, and totally EPIC. Phil Jiminez is outdoing himself here. Unfortunately all that crazy art is requiring various fill-in artists to lend a hand, and this month comics legend Jerry Ordway steps in. Now some "legends" inevitably disapooint as they get into their later years - their work becomes loose, shaky, a shadow of that artist's former greatness. But Jerry Ordway comes in here and lives up to his legend, drawing classically styled Superman vs. Superman scenes that positively rock! And of course Jiminez delivers with more than a few memorable scenes of his own - Nightwing in Bludhaven, Booster and Beetle in the Batcave, Superboy Prime bursting through back into our reality. Damn that art is amazing. Now what Geoff Johns does do right is the big moments and the classic, iconic dialogue. "A perfect world wouldn't need a Superman." = yet another insta-classic line of dialogue from Johns in this series. Minor complaints: church scene = kinda lame. Ditto all the parallel earths floating in the sky - wouldn't this cause some kind of crazy gravitiational mess? And um, what exactly is Alex Luthor's big plan again? Anyways, lots of fun and exciting stuff going on here, I just hope everything comes together nicely in the last two installments. My grade: B +
Detective Comics: One Year Later - wow! Now this is Batman! James Robinson has been one of my favorite writers since I read his classic work The Golden Age, and he comes in and lends a touch of class and a classical mentality to part one of an eight part story, as the Batman mytos jump forward by one year. A number of great moments scattered throughout, the return of a number of much-missed supporting characters (Gordon! Bullock! Ivy! Dent!), and most of all - a return to a Batman who is a dark and grim hero, but NOT a through and through asshole as he's been portrayed in recent years. Kudos to Robinson, and great art by Leonard Kirk. My grade: A
Outsiders: One Year Later: ugh! Judd Winnick, former Real World Cast member and current go-to DC writer, is often wildly inconsistent and very annoying in his preachy writing and lame characterizations. Here we get both, and though longtime characters like Nightwing should feel familiar, here they just feel .. wrong. My grade: C
JSA: One Year Later - Paul Levitz, current DC head honcho, is a legend for his 1970's work on the Legion. But he hasn't written in years, and it shows on his latest JSA, which has a simplistic, dated feel that actually reads like it was written sometime in the 70's. Nice art by Identity Crisis' Rags Morales, and it' nice to see that the JSA has been largely un-messed with One Year Later, but this issue really made me hope that regular writer Geoff Johns returns ASAP. My grade:
Blood of the Demon: One Year Later: This overlooked gem is a great little horror comic, with spectacular artwork by comics legend John Bryne. Now many people, myself include, are wary of Bryne these days, as his writing and art over say, the last decade or so, has been, to put it mildly, pretty bad. His writing has become bland and uninspired, and his art has become loose, sketchy, and inconsistent. But wait, here, Bryne seems to be really having fun for the first time in years. His art is reinvigorated, and to put it simply, it is beautiful. And his writing is old school and over the top, sure, but in a horror comic like this, it actually works really well. Plus, the scripting is actually by rising star Will Pfeifer, so the dialogue is sharp and funny and engrossing. Most of all, this is a damn fun comic that is just totally over the top, ultra-violent, and a throwback to the kind of stuff that they just don't make anymore. The One Year Later story is actually a lot of fun as well. So for those who have given up on John Bryne, take a look at the Demon. My grade: A -
Aquaman: Sword of Atlantis: One Year Later - yes, I said Aquaman. Look, I admit that Aquaman is goofy as hell, but look at who is making this comic! It's written by one of the great writers working today, Kurt Busiek, and drawn by Butch Guice, who is one of the premiere talents out there right now. So here we have a totally new take on Aquaman - a kind of underwater sword and sorcery epic that sees a new lead character (who he is part of the big mystery), thrown into an epic quest aided by a guy with tentacles for a beard and a huge beast who is a walking, talking shark! While the overly vague and mysterious opening was a little frustrating, it should be fun to see it all unraveled in future issues. Pretty damn cool, and thanks to the tight writing by Busiek and the spectacular art by one of my favorites, Guice, I am willing to see where this is going and not write it off as yet another attempt to revitalize a hopelessly silly character. Yes, they did it - they made Aquaman cool. Well, at least for now. My grade: B+
And yes, by reviewing an issue of an Aquaman comic book I have now sunk to the ninth circle of nerdiness, and I must sign off before I start reviewing unopened Battlestar Galactica action figures or give my two cents on the greatest Green Lanterns ever.
Alright, peace out, and enjoy the Oscars (hmm, I wonder if The Simpsons is a repeat?)
Thursday, March 02, 2006
"We ... Are ... Warriors!"
Oh man, how funny was tonight's episode of The Office? Actually, I was kinda thinking it was a lackluster episode after the hilarious opening football game scene, but then the entire duration of Dwight's speech had me rolling in laughter. Still think Jim's character is annoying, but otherwise ... oh god, Dwight giving a speech tha sounded like something that Gandalf and Mussolini might have written together was the funniest thing ever. My grade for THE OFFICE: A-
As for last night's LOST?
Well, in theory last night's episode was great. It moved the plot along, had some big reveals, cool character dynamics, and added depth to the mythology. In practice, however ... sorry to burst the bubble of the Lost apologists, but man was this episode ever an annoying, convoluted, and frustrating mess. The acting for one thing, usually a high point of the show, was just not very good tonight, with the actress who plays Claire becoming increasingly grating with each subsequent mention of "my baby!" Libby's attempt to play psychiatrist also came off as goofy, largely thanks to unconvincing acting. Now, writing-wise, this episode was just groan-inducing. What's with Mr. Eko's lame confession? What was the point of that? And how cliched was Locke being manipulated by the prisoner? And why is Jack no longer being written as a charismatic leader but as an irritating grouch? The character of Russeau is a complete waste - all her dialogue is simply nonsensical gibberish trying to sound mysterious but just coming off as pointless. And once again, rather than clever dialogue and organic mysteries, the writers settle for forced ambiguity, with false drama created simply because nobody on the show actually COMMUNICATES. I'm sorry, but this episode frustrated me to know end because it kept teasing us with potentially jaw-dropping plot reveals, only to actually give us more of the same useless banter and pseudo-intellectual, pretentious BS. What the %*&$ do Hemingway and Dostoyevsky have to do with ANYTHING for example. I mean, the analogy that Locke gave of the two writers was SO forced and not even applicable to the situation. Just like Eko's random biblical stories from a few weeks back. Sure, the Lsot nuts are saying "wait, it all ties into the hidden meaning of the show." No, it is just filler, thrown in to take up space because nobody has taken the time to do what always should have been done with this show - to come up with the end point FIRST, and then continually work towards that point in a well-paced and organic way. For now, this show is on again, off again, and this week it really, really tried hard to be on, but in the end, it was most definitely off. My grade: C
Now, some people ask: If you don't like it, WHY do you still bother watching LOST? Reasonable question - so here is why:
- I am fascinated by the premise of the show and am dying to know where they go with the mythology.
- As a writer it is a lot of fun to watch each episode and imagine how I would have handled things the same or differently, since I really enjoy the characters and premise, and see so much potential in the plotlines.
- I am a big fan of some of the actors on the show, such as Terry O'Quinn, and even when I don't wholeheartedly enjoy an episode I really enjoy their individual performance on the show.
- Even when the quality is spotty, the show still has that "can't miss it" feel. While the big reveals have been mostly letdowns so far, the show really does the build up of tension to its reveals well, making you unable to turn away from even the most frustrating of episodes.
- I am a completist - now that I've invested so much time in the show, I feel a need to keep up with it and see where it goes, or else all the time I've spent watching it so far will have been wasted.
- Like millions of Americans, I must know: what is the friggin' secret behind the island!?!?!
Alright, good enough for ya?
What else?
Work has been fascinating lately i nthat I am learning a lot about the relatively new and constantly in-flux world of digital broadcasting. The great part is that a lot of my interests and past work experience is coming into play. I'm kinda using my time at Conan, Leno, and in development to my advantage, and I'm working with shows I am really into like Conan, SNL, and The Office, which is a big thrill. It's crazy how everything comes together and I'm now hearing names of people I've worked with as an intern in NYC, as a page, and in primetime development come up with regularity in my new job. For example, I've been working on a list of potential Conan sketches to put online, and I guess I am uniquely suited to do this as I rattled off about 30 different ideas from memory alone based on my time as an intern there and as a fan of the show.
So that part, really, has been cool.
On the other hand, graduating the page program, especially after more than a year as a pge, really is starting to feel like graduating college all over again. Everything just feels weird and alien (not helped by being isolated on the gigantic, and totally empty other than my boss and I, 7th floor of my building).
Overall though it's been a really interesting week and I already have learned a ton. I've also been doing a lot of number-crunching and business-related thinking at work, which is really stretching a part of my brain that probably hasn't been used much in, oh, the last few years or so.
OTHER STUFF:
- Sad to see so many classic TV personalities pass away over the last few days, most of all Don Knotts - a classic character actor who I loved when I was a kid on TV and in movies like The Incredible Mr. Limpett. And forget if I ever mentioned this, but if not, farewell to Al Lewis, aka Grandpa Munster. The Munsters was one of my all time favorite shows and probably a big reason why I got so into monsters and all things supernatural in my formative years. And who didn't love Grandpa?
- Recent CD mix I made: Danny's Songs to Sing Around the Campfire, featuring such artists as Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, John Mellencamp, and Paul Simon - a little mellower than my usual tastes, but should be a good one for long car trips. Man, I can be so cheesy.
- Seriously, there is enough room on my empty floor at work to set up a dodgeball circle, a minigolf course, a wrestling ring, or a kickball field. Which should it be?
- Today at work I saw a crazy A/V room filled with giant HD TV's, an XBox 360, remote-controlled chairs, and a locked drawer filled with as of yet unreleased movies on the all new Hi-Def format, which makes DVD look like betamax. Commence drooling ... now.
- Hmm, Oscar awards this Sunday, and strangley I feel pretty apathetic, despite John Stewart hosting. Just pretty unexciting movies this year, and way too much hype too early. I may get around to giving picks sometime before the show, so stay tuned. But speaking of which, how come I work in entertainment and have not heard about one Oscar party of any kind going on? Shouldn't I be invited to an array of swanky affairs? Oh well, I was never a big fan of tuxedos.
Alright, I am out. More to come. Stay tuned. Be well.
As for last night's LOST?
Well, in theory last night's episode was great. It moved the plot along, had some big reveals, cool character dynamics, and added depth to the mythology. In practice, however ... sorry to burst the bubble of the Lost apologists, but man was this episode ever an annoying, convoluted, and frustrating mess. The acting for one thing, usually a high point of the show, was just not very good tonight, with the actress who plays Claire becoming increasingly grating with each subsequent mention of "my baby!" Libby's attempt to play psychiatrist also came off as goofy, largely thanks to unconvincing acting. Now, writing-wise, this episode was just groan-inducing. What's with Mr. Eko's lame confession? What was the point of that? And how cliched was Locke being manipulated by the prisoner? And why is Jack no longer being written as a charismatic leader but as an irritating grouch? The character of Russeau is a complete waste - all her dialogue is simply nonsensical gibberish trying to sound mysterious but just coming off as pointless. And once again, rather than clever dialogue and organic mysteries, the writers settle for forced ambiguity, with false drama created simply because nobody on the show actually COMMUNICATES. I'm sorry, but this episode frustrated me to know end because it kept teasing us with potentially jaw-dropping plot reveals, only to actually give us more of the same useless banter and pseudo-intellectual, pretentious BS. What the %*&$ do Hemingway and Dostoyevsky have to do with ANYTHING for example. I mean, the analogy that Locke gave of the two writers was SO forced and not even applicable to the situation. Just like Eko's random biblical stories from a few weeks back. Sure, the Lsot nuts are saying "wait, it all ties into the hidden meaning of the show." No, it is just filler, thrown in to take up space because nobody has taken the time to do what always should have been done with this show - to come up with the end point FIRST, and then continually work towards that point in a well-paced and organic way. For now, this show is on again, off again, and this week it really, really tried hard to be on, but in the end, it was most definitely off. My grade: C
Now, some people ask: If you don't like it, WHY do you still bother watching LOST? Reasonable question - so here is why:
- I am fascinated by the premise of the show and am dying to know where they go with the mythology.
- As a writer it is a lot of fun to watch each episode and imagine how I would have handled things the same or differently, since I really enjoy the characters and premise, and see so much potential in the plotlines.
- I am a big fan of some of the actors on the show, such as Terry O'Quinn, and even when I don't wholeheartedly enjoy an episode I really enjoy their individual performance on the show.
- Even when the quality is spotty, the show still has that "can't miss it" feel. While the big reveals have been mostly letdowns so far, the show really does the build up of tension to its reveals well, making you unable to turn away from even the most frustrating of episodes.
- I am a completist - now that I've invested so much time in the show, I feel a need to keep up with it and see where it goes, or else all the time I've spent watching it so far will have been wasted.
- Like millions of Americans, I must know: what is the friggin' secret behind the island!?!?!
Alright, good enough for ya?
What else?
Work has been fascinating lately i nthat I am learning a lot about the relatively new and constantly in-flux world of digital broadcasting. The great part is that a lot of my interests and past work experience is coming into play. I'm kinda using my time at Conan, Leno, and in development to my advantage, and I'm working with shows I am really into like Conan, SNL, and The Office, which is a big thrill. It's crazy how everything comes together and I'm now hearing names of people I've worked with as an intern in NYC, as a page, and in primetime development come up with regularity in my new job. For example, I've been working on a list of potential Conan sketches to put online, and I guess I am uniquely suited to do this as I rattled off about 30 different ideas from memory alone based on my time as an intern there and as a fan of the show.
So that part, really, has been cool.
On the other hand, graduating the page program, especially after more than a year as a pge, really is starting to feel like graduating college all over again. Everything just feels weird and alien (not helped by being isolated on the gigantic, and totally empty other than my boss and I, 7th floor of my building).
Overall though it's been a really interesting week and I already have learned a ton. I've also been doing a lot of number-crunching and business-related thinking at work, which is really stretching a part of my brain that probably hasn't been used much in, oh, the last few years or so.
OTHER STUFF:
- Sad to see so many classic TV personalities pass away over the last few days, most of all Don Knotts - a classic character actor who I loved when I was a kid on TV and in movies like The Incredible Mr. Limpett. And forget if I ever mentioned this, but if not, farewell to Al Lewis, aka Grandpa Munster. The Munsters was one of my all time favorite shows and probably a big reason why I got so into monsters and all things supernatural in my formative years. And who didn't love Grandpa?
- Recent CD mix I made: Danny's Songs to Sing Around the Campfire, featuring such artists as Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, John Mellencamp, and Paul Simon - a little mellower than my usual tastes, but should be a good one for long car trips. Man, I can be so cheesy.
- Seriously, there is enough room on my empty floor at work to set up a dodgeball circle, a minigolf course, a wrestling ring, or a kickball field. Which should it be?
- Today at work I saw a crazy A/V room filled with giant HD TV's, an XBox 360, remote-controlled chairs, and a locked drawer filled with as of yet unreleased movies on the all new Hi-Def format, which makes DVD look like betamax. Commence drooling ... now.
- Hmm, Oscar awards this Sunday, and strangley I feel pretty apathetic, despite John Stewart hosting. Just pretty unexciting movies this year, and way too much hype too early. I may get around to giving picks sometime before the show, so stay tuned. But speaking of which, how come I work in entertainment and have not heard about one Oscar party of any kind going on? Shouldn't I be invited to an array of swanky affairs? Oh well, I was never a big fan of tuxedos.
Alright, I am out. More to come. Stay tuned. Be well.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
"Say You're Leavin' On a Seven-Thirty Train And That You're Headin' Out To Hollywood ..." Aerosmith Concert! New Job! 24! And More!
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK in the saddle agaiiiiiiiiiiin.
Man, what a week. Endings, beginnings, and Aerosmith, all in the span of a few days.
Where to start? Ah yes, this past Wednesday's amazing AEROSMITH concert.
Me, Brian, Liz and Kyle ventured down to the Staples Center for an awesome evening of ROCK, and in the grand summation of things, it was a night to remember. When we got to Staples, we were all kind of amused that our seats turned out to be in the absolute last row of the entire arena ... but hey, at least we were dead center in the middle, so we had a clean line of sight to the huge stage straight ahead of us. So we bukled in and prepared for a ride, creating our own party from high atop the watchtower. Lenny Kravitz kicked things off with a solid set of music. Lenny worked in some very nice and very cool jam sessions with his band members, including a virtuoso tromboner by the name of Trombone Shorty who single-handledly turned things up a notch. Mr. Kravitz brought out most of his big hits, including workmanlike renditions of pop hits like American Woman and Fly Away. Missing were some of my personal favorite Lenny songs like Again and Rock N' Roll is Dead, and things kind of slowed down for a bit as one song flowed int othe other. But then, Lenny went out with a huge bang and took off the kid gloves, getting the Rock out with a slammin' rendition of Are You Gonna Go My Way that brought the house down. Not bad, not bad.
Then, it was time for the main event. Aerosmith came out with guns blazing. Huge production, awesome opening video intro that highlighted all of their hits, and anticipation that got the crowd HYPED. We were ready to be rocked, and we were. What was awesome? Well, overall, the band looked INTO IT. Steven Tyler was bouncing around like a twelve year old boy after too many pixie sticks - not bad for a man well into middle age. Joe Perry was positively WAILING on his guitar, showing all that he is truly a legend in his own time. And Tom Hamilton, Brad Whitford, and Joey Kramer brought the goods as well. No question, Aerosmith was on their A-game to an extent that they brought a far better energy than they did when I last saw them in 2004 in Hartford, CT. And the energy carried over into many of the songs. Dream On, for one. One of my personal picks for all time greatest rock songs, Dream On ROCKED LIKE NO OTHER, inducing the crowd into a state of near euphoric one-ness with the soul-searing cry of Steven Tyler and the pulse-pounding guitar stylings of Perry. The rest of the crowd-pleasing 90's hits were all kickass as well. Livin' On the Edge - awesome. Cryin' - ruled it. The rest of the bonafide classics were all presented with appropriate aplomb. Sweet Emotion was sweetly emotional. Walk This Way walked the walk. Back in the Saddle was sung loudly and proudly. Seasons of Whither - EPIC. These bonafide Big Ones made the show and made it, like I said, an unforgettablly amazing night.
But speaking of Amazing ... that was just one of the songs that was conspicuous in its absence. No Amazing, no Janie's Got a Gun, no Angel, Love In an Elevator, nothing from Nine Lives, no What It Takes or Eat the Rich ... instead, we got a large helping of Honkin' On Bobo, for one thing. Now I am a fan of Train Kept A Rolling, and I must admit that Aerosmith kicked some blues-y ass with their rendition. But one Honkin On Bobo selection was probably enough. Instead we got multiple new-ish tracks that were kinda underwhelming (at least play the awesome Back Back Train if you're gonan do Bobo stuff, or what about Girls of Summer, the band's newest track from Oh Yeah! and a pretty damn good song ...). We also got a Joe Perry solo song (nice guitar, but, um, no thanks), and overly drawn-out versions of sappy new-school songs like Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. And finally, we got a grand finale of ... DRAW THE LINE?!?! What? Aerosmith does a huge, drawn out version of what is a decent little song at best, sings a quick happy birthday to Brad Whitford, and THAT'S IT? No encore? WHAT?
So yeah, that was a little shocking, and it compelled our party of Aero-Heads to quickly compose our own ride-home playlist to satisfy our cravings for prolonged helpings of Aero-goodness. BUT, despite it all I still felt like it was an AWESOME concert. Sure, some of the song selection was a little questionable. But what we did see was a LEGENDARY band, bringing their A-game, rocking like only they can, and performing a tear-inducingly rocking selection of some of their best songs. The rush of near-rock-nirvana that I felt during songs like Dream On, Living On the Edge, and Sweet Emotion made it one for the record books. We came, we saw, and even if we were int the back row, dammit all, we rocked, rolled, and kicked some ass. YEEAOOWWWWW!
...
Moving On ...
The next few days following the Aerosmith concert were followed, well, by PURE CRAZINESS.
The next day was, afterall, my LAST in the NBC Page Program! My last day working on the NBC lot! The last day of my assignment in Primetime Development! Looking back a few days later, I cannot freaking believe that I am no longer a Page. Being a page has literally been my life for over a year now. Almost everyone I know in LA I met through the page program. It was my foot i nthe door, my start, and not just professionally, but in all kinds of ways big and small. So Thursday, still running with a near-empty tank from the Aerosmith concert and with the knowledge that my parents had arrived in LA from CT late Wed. night ... well, let's just say it was A LOT to take in.
My day Thursday was spent, literally, running around. I had that one day to train Monica, my heir apparent in Primetime Development, in the ways of the Primetime Page ... and it was quite the exhausting endeavor, though it was a huge relief knowing that I'd be able to show her the ropes before I threw her to the wolves, so to speak. So I trained Monica, and also ran down to good ol' GUEST RELATIONS for one last meeting with the PAGES. But first I had to have one FIRST meeting with a man by the name of JAY LENO, who spent a few seconds posing for a souveneir photo with me in honor of my time as a Page coming to a close. I donned my polyester uniform, proudly, ONE LAST TIME for the occasion, then, sadly, turned it in to the Powers That Be. I stuck my nametag in the page lounge ceiling as is tradition, so that future generations of PAgedom can gaze in awe at wonder at Daniel Baram from Bloomfield, CT, and either wonder who that guy was, or, maybe, say "Wow! HE was a Page? Cool!" I said my goodbyes to my comrades in arms (lots of old-school pages were in the house, so it was cool - nice to see people like Akhila and Tina there), raided the Tonight Show green room one final time, closed up shop with Betty, Bill, Christy, Scott, and the rest and then, finito, done, over. I headed back up to my assignment, finsihed playing Obi-Wan-Kenobi, and then, when the Student had Become The Teacher (ok, not quite YET), I was done there as well. And in retrospect, my assignment really was a great experience. I learned A TON and feel it prepared me for anything, and there really were some great people over there who taught me a lot and made my days fun and exciting. So finally, that was it. I was gone.
More than one year of tours, Leno, Ellen, Miller, Carson - was through. More than one year of assignment applications, ticket office, CB, the dreaded ticketboxx of doom. Of parking in Catalina and walking the long walk to the guest relations office. Of seeing Andy from Disney who worked as security on The Tonight Show, of eating at the commisary, of the Days of Our Lives security guard and his crazy stories. Of blackened chicken sandwiches, of lunches with Abby and Sean, or my assignment, of seeing all the new scripts, of working with all of my friends. Of donning the blue polyester. Of hearing Cowboy Troy and Avril before the Tonight Show. Of making fun of the people dancing at Ellen, and of taking them all the the bathroom a million times per show. Of checking my schedule, of getting pulled, of making endless copies and getting lunches. Of Yummy Cupcakes in Burbank and Bacco and Taste Buds runs. Of Wednesday movies and Mondays at Acapulco and Friday night dinners (though I'm sure those will continue). It's been an amazing ride, and hopefully the best is yet to come. But when Thursday evening came and I rove out of that Burbank lot ...
I was a Page no more ...
But wait, no time to breathe!
PARENTAL ALERT - parents in town! All systems go!
So yeah, the next few days was a nonstop marathon of shopping, day-tripping, restauranting, and all around madness from CT to here, paid for and delivered. While there is such a thing as TOO much family fun (who wouldda thunk it?), there were, believe it or not, some highlights:
- trip to San Diego, where I had my first ever visit to the San Diego Zoo.
- LA Farmer's Market
- Kosher dining in LA
- art-gazing at the Getty Center
- dinner at Micelli's near Universal with Liz and Brian
- possible James Gandolfini sighting at Marie Calenders' restaurant
- way too much food
So yes, for the curious, I was bombarded with more advice, life-lessons, and general suggestions concerning my apartment, car, eating-habits, clothing selection, religous preferences, careepath, and overall lifestyle, in a matter of days then most people will receive i na lifetime, resulting in near sensory meltdown. But I guess that just comes with the Baram family territory. What are ya' gonna do?
But yeah, I could have used about a week to recover from THAT, but there was no time, as ...
MONDAY - I started my new job at Universal's new Digital department!
Whoah, reality check - this is a real, actual job! No more internships, page programs, or assignments. This is real, and that alone is somewhat terrifying. What in the blue hell am I doing? Well, I'll tell you - I am working in a new department overseeing the transition of all viable NBC, SciFi, USA, and Bravo content from broadcast TV to I-Tunes. Yes, it's a new digital era, and like I said before, I'm getting in on the ground floor. But speaking of floors, the weird thing is that, as Liz witnessed today, I am VERY LITERALLY alone - just me and my boss - it is JUST the two of us, and no one else, on the ENTIRE SEVENTH FLOOR of the 2160 building East Wing on the Universal lot. How weird is that? It kinda reminds me of where Adam Sandler worked in the movie Punch Drunk Love. So yeah, it's really odd, and I could potentially see myself going crazy, eventually, from being so isolated. Especially coming from Primetime where it was a mile a minute, running around, dealing with a ton of people and personalities every hour of every day. So right now I'm kind of just getting settled in and getting set up and learning the basics of the business, getting familiar with all things I-Tunes and NBC. Of course, transferring all of my security and IT stuff over from NBC is nowhere near as easy as I'd hoped, but hey, I guess there's always going to be that adjustment period. For now I am just seeing where it all takes me, and hoping for the best.
But what a week it's been.
Before I go, some quick TV reviews:
24: Dayum, last night's episode brought the pain! In a good way! Talk about intensity - the President's wife in the motorcade scenario was ridiculous! The drama meter was ratcheted up to eleven, and then, you had PETER WELLER, ROBOCOP himself, showing up as Jack's former mentor. What can I say, this season of 24 has been a nerd paradise in terms of it's casting - with Forever Knight, Samwise Gamgee, and now Buckaroo Banzai his own bad self showing up and (spoilers) ... turning EVIL, nearly killing Jack and bringing that icy cold stare that is half-man, half-machine, and all badass. Fun stuff with Sean Astin going quickly over the edge, and the return of Bill Buchanan. Aaron Pierce going from mild-mannered Secret Service Agent to one-man WRECKING-CREW! Oh yeah - references to George Mason and Nina Myers! Sweeet. And what's with the music the last few weeks? It's been ruling it! Kudos to whoever is composing those cool techno-y beats - they are really adding to the ambiance and yes, GRAVITAS, of the show as of late. And what about next week! Tony returns .. and this time, it's personal! Kim Bauer! Too ... much ... intensity. This show, alst night ,was at the top of it's game. My grade: A
The Simpsons: What the ...? Sunday's episode (taped it) was chock full of old-school style hilarity! Groundskeeper Willie was one of the last fan favorite characters who had yet to receive a spotlight episode, and here it was, finally, ya wee bastard! But this is nu-Simpsons, so it would suck, right? Lo and behold, it was actually pretty funny and clever - a fun and amusing riff on My Fair Lady. Been there, done that? Of course, but hey this was solid and laugter-inducing from start to finish. Best ep in a while and a pleasure to watch. More, please. My grade: A-
Gilmore Girls: I just gotta mention that: tonight's ep featured Sebastian Bach of the 80's hair metal band Skid Row, playing his usual character on the show, who is in a band called Hep Alien with Rory's friend Lane. In the plot, the band broke up, but Sebastian and some others form a new band, and in tonight's ep, they are seen playing a rock version of "Hollaback Girl" at a Bat-Mitzvah party taking place in WEST HARTFORD, CT! How funny is that? This was a fun, eventful episode and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Whatcha gonna do about it? My grade: A -
Oh by the way, yesterday, my first day working on the Universal Studios lot, and I run into none other than Matthew Fox of LOST fame eating his lunch. What he was doing there I don't know, but pretty cool nonetheless.
Alright, that is all for now. What a week. I'm spent.
The past is gone. It went by like dusk to dawn. And I'm out.
Man, what a week. Endings, beginnings, and Aerosmith, all in the span of a few days.
Where to start? Ah yes, this past Wednesday's amazing AEROSMITH concert.
Me, Brian, Liz and Kyle ventured down to the Staples Center for an awesome evening of ROCK, and in the grand summation of things, it was a night to remember. When we got to Staples, we were all kind of amused that our seats turned out to be in the absolute last row of the entire arena ... but hey, at least we were dead center in the middle, so we had a clean line of sight to the huge stage straight ahead of us. So we bukled in and prepared for a ride, creating our own party from high atop the watchtower. Lenny Kravitz kicked things off with a solid set of music. Lenny worked in some very nice and very cool jam sessions with his band members, including a virtuoso tromboner by the name of Trombone Shorty who single-handledly turned things up a notch. Mr. Kravitz brought out most of his big hits, including workmanlike renditions of pop hits like American Woman and Fly Away. Missing were some of my personal favorite Lenny songs like Again and Rock N' Roll is Dead, and things kind of slowed down for a bit as one song flowed int othe other. But then, Lenny went out with a huge bang and took off the kid gloves, getting the Rock out with a slammin' rendition of Are You Gonna Go My Way that brought the house down. Not bad, not bad.
Then, it was time for the main event. Aerosmith came out with guns blazing. Huge production, awesome opening video intro that highlighted all of their hits, and anticipation that got the crowd HYPED. We were ready to be rocked, and we were. What was awesome? Well, overall, the band looked INTO IT. Steven Tyler was bouncing around like a twelve year old boy after too many pixie sticks - not bad for a man well into middle age. Joe Perry was positively WAILING on his guitar, showing all that he is truly a legend in his own time. And Tom Hamilton, Brad Whitford, and Joey Kramer brought the goods as well. No question, Aerosmith was on their A-game to an extent that they brought a far better energy than they did when I last saw them in 2004 in Hartford, CT. And the energy carried over into many of the songs. Dream On, for one. One of my personal picks for all time greatest rock songs, Dream On ROCKED LIKE NO OTHER, inducing the crowd into a state of near euphoric one-ness with the soul-searing cry of Steven Tyler and the pulse-pounding guitar stylings of Perry. The rest of the crowd-pleasing 90's hits were all kickass as well. Livin' On the Edge - awesome. Cryin' - ruled it. The rest of the bonafide classics were all presented with appropriate aplomb. Sweet Emotion was sweetly emotional. Walk This Way walked the walk. Back in the Saddle was sung loudly and proudly. Seasons of Whither - EPIC. These bonafide Big Ones made the show and made it, like I said, an unforgettablly amazing night.
But speaking of Amazing ... that was just one of the songs that was conspicuous in its absence. No Amazing, no Janie's Got a Gun, no Angel, Love In an Elevator, nothing from Nine Lives, no What It Takes or Eat the Rich ... instead, we got a large helping of Honkin' On Bobo, for one thing. Now I am a fan of Train Kept A Rolling, and I must admit that Aerosmith kicked some blues-y ass with their rendition. But one Honkin On Bobo selection was probably enough. Instead we got multiple new-ish tracks that were kinda underwhelming (at least play the awesome Back Back Train if you're gonan do Bobo stuff, or what about Girls of Summer, the band's newest track from Oh Yeah! and a pretty damn good song ...). We also got a Joe Perry solo song (nice guitar, but, um, no thanks), and overly drawn-out versions of sappy new-school songs like Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. And finally, we got a grand finale of ... DRAW THE LINE?!?! What? Aerosmith does a huge, drawn out version of what is a decent little song at best, sings a quick happy birthday to Brad Whitford, and THAT'S IT? No encore? WHAT?
So yeah, that was a little shocking, and it compelled our party of Aero-Heads to quickly compose our own ride-home playlist to satisfy our cravings for prolonged helpings of Aero-goodness. BUT, despite it all I still felt like it was an AWESOME concert. Sure, some of the song selection was a little questionable. But what we did see was a LEGENDARY band, bringing their A-game, rocking like only they can, and performing a tear-inducingly rocking selection of some of their best songs. The rush of near-rock-nirvana that I felt during songs like Dream On, Living On the Edge, and Sweet Emotion made it one for the record books. We came, we saw, and even if we were int the back row, dammit all, we rocked, rolled, and kicked some ass. YEEAOOWWWWW!
...
Moving On ...
The next few days following the Aerosmith concert were followed, well, by PURE CRAZINESS.
The next day was, afterall, my LAST in the NBC Page Program! My last day working on the NBC lot! The last day of my assignment in Primetime Development! Looking back a few days later, I cannot freaking believe that I am no longer a Page. Being a page has literally been my life for over a year now. Almost everyone I know in LA I met through the page program. It was my foot i nthe door, my start, and not just professionally, but in all kinds of ways big and small. So Thursday, still running with a near-empty tank from the Aerosmith concert and with the knowledge that my parents had arrived in LA from CT late Wed. night ... well, let's just say it was A LOT to take in.
My day Thursday was spent, literally, running around. I had that one day to train Monica, my heir apparent in Primetime Development, in the ways of the Primetime Page ... and it was quite the exhausting endeavor, though it was a huge relief knowing that I'd be able to show her the ropes before I threw her to the wolves, so to speak. So I trained Monica, and also ran down to good ol' GUEST RELATIONS for one last meeting with the PAGES. But first I had to have one FIRST meeting with a man by the name of JAY LENO, who spent a few seconds posing for a souveneir photo with me in honor of my time as a Page coming to a close. I donned my polyester uniform, proudly, ONE LAST TIME for the occasion, then, sadly, turned it in to the Powers That Be. I stuck my nametag in the page lounge ceiling as is tradition, so that future generations of PAgedom can gaze in awe at wonder at Daniel Baram from Bloomfield, CT, and either wonder who that guy was, or, maybe, say "Wow! HE was a Page? Cool!" I said my goodbyes to my comrades in arms (lots of old-school pages were in the house, so it was cool - nice to see people like Akhila and Tina there), raided the Tonight Show green room one final time, closed up shop with Betty, Bill, Christy, Scott, and the rest and then, finito, done, over. I headed back up to my assignment, finsihed playing Obi-Wan-Kenobi, and then, when the Student had Become The Teacher (ok, not quite YET), I was done there as well. And in retrospect, my assignment really was a great experience. I learned A TON and feel it prepared me for anything, and there really were some great people over there who taught me a lot and made my days fun and exciting. So finally, that was it. I was gone.
More than one year of tours, Leno, Ellen, Miller, Carson - was through. More than one year of assignment applications, ticket office, CB, the dreaded ticketboxx of doom. Of parking in Catalina and walking the long walk to the guest relations office. Of seeing Andy from Disney who worked as security on The Tonight Show, of eating at the commisary, of the Days of Our Lives security guard and his crazy stories. Of blackened chicken sandwiches, of lunches with Abby and Sean, or my assignment, of seeing all the new scripts, of working with all of my friends. Of donning the blue polyester. Of hearing Cowboy Troy and Avril before the Tonight Show. Of making fun of the people dancing at Ellen, and of taking them all the the bathroom a million times per show. Of checking my schedule, of getting pulled, of making endless copies and getting lunches. Of Yummy Cupcakes in Burbank and Bacco and Taste Buds runs. Of Wednesday movies and Mondays at Acapulco and Friday night dinners (though I'm sure those will continue). It's been an amazing ride, and hopefully the best is yet to come. But when Thursday evening came and I rove out of that Burbank lot ...
I was a Page no more ...
But wait, no time to breathe!
PARENTAL ALERT - parents in town! All systems go!
So yeah, the next few days was a nonstop marathon of shopping, day-tripping, restauranting, and all around madness from CT to here, paid for and delivered. While there is such a thing as TOO much family fun (who wouldda thunk it?), there were, believe it or not, some highlights:
- trip to San Diego, where I had my first ever visit to the San Diego Zoo.
- LA Farmer's Market
- Kosher dining in LA
- art-gazing at the Getty Center
- dinner at Micelli's near Universal with Liz and Brian
- possible James Gandolfini sighting at Marie Calenders' restaurant
- way too much food
So yes, for the curious, I was bombarded with more advice, life-lessons, and general suggestions concerning my apartment, car, eating-habits, clothing selection, religous preferences, careepath, and overall lifestyle, in a matter of days then most people will receive i na lifetime, resulting in near sensory meltdown. But I guess that just comes with the Baram family territory. What are ya' gonna do?
But yeah, I could have used about a week to recover from THAT, but there was no time, as ...
MONDAY - I started my new job at Universal's new Digital department!
Whoah, reality check - this is a real, actual job! No more internships, page programs, or assignments. This is real, and that alone is somewhat terrifying. What in the blue hell am I doing? Well, I'll tell you - I am working in a new department overseeing the transition of all viable NBC, SciFi, USA, and Bravo content from broadcast TV to I-Tunes. Yes, it's a new digital era, and like I said before, I'm getting in on the ground floor. But speaking of floors, the weird thing is that, as Liz witnessed today, I am VERY LITERALLY alone - just me and my boss - it is JUST the two of us, and no one else, on the ENTIRE SEVENTH FLOOR of the 2160 building East Wing on the Universal lot. How weird is that? It kinda reminds me of where Adam Sandler worked in the movie Punch Drunk Love. So yeah, it's really odd, and I could potentially see myself going crazy, eventually, from being so isolated. Especially coming from Primetime where it was a mile a minute, running around, dealing with a ton of people and personalities every hour of every day. So right now I'm kind of just getting settled in and getting set up and learning the basics of the business, getting familiar with all things I-Tunes and NBC. Of course, transferring all of my security and IT stuff over from NBC is nowhere near as easy as I'd hoped, but hey, I guess there's always going to be that adjustment period. For now I am just seeing where it all takes me, and hoping for the best.
But what a week it's been.
Before I go, some quick TV reviews:
24: Dayum, last night's episode brought the pain! In a good way! Talk about intensity - the President's wife in the motorcade scenario was ridiculous! The drama meter was ratcheted up to eleven, and then, you had PETER WELLER, ROBOCOP himself, showing up as Jack's former mentor. What can I say, this season of 24 has been a nerd paradise in terms of it's casting - with Forever Knight, Samwise Gamgee, and now Buckaroo Banzai his own bad self showing up and (spoilers) ... turning EVIL, nearly killing Jack and bringing that icy cold stare that is half-man, half-machine, and all badass. Fun stuff with Sean Astin going quickly over the edge, and the return of Bill Buchanan. Aaron Pierce going from mild-mannered Secret Service Agent to one-man WRECKING-CREW! Oh yeah - references to George Mason and Nina Myers! Sweeet. And what's with the music the last few weeks? It's been ruling it! Kudos to whoever is composing those cool techno-y beats - they are really adding to the ambiance and yes, GRAVITAS, of the show as of late. And what about next week! Tony returns .. and this time, it's personal! Kim Bauer! Too ... much ... intensity. This show, alst night ,was at the top of it's game. My grade: A
The Simpsons: What the ...? Sunday's episode (taped it) was chock full of old-school style hilarity! Groundskeeper Willie was one of the last fan favorite characters who had yet to receive a spotlight episode, and here it was, finally, ya wee bastard! But this is nu-Simpsons, so it would suck, right? Lo and behold, it was actually pretty funny and clever - a fun and amusing riff on My Fair Lady. Been there, done that? Of course, but hey this was solid and laugter-inducing from start to finish. Best ep in a while and a pleasure to watch. More, please. My grade: A-
Gilmore Girls: I just gotta mention that: tonight's ep featured Sebastian Bach of the 80's hair metal band Skid Row, playing his usual character on the show, who is in a band called Hep Alien with Rory's friend Lane. In the plot, the band broke up, but Sebastian and some others form a new band, and in tonight's ep, they are seen playing a rock version of "Hollaback Girl" at a Bat-Mitzvah party taking place in WEST HARTFORD, CT! How funny is that? This was a fun, eventful episode and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Whatcha gonna do about it? My grade: A -
Oh by the way, yesterday, my first day working on the Universal Studios lot, and I run into none other than Matthew Fox of LOST fame eating his lunch. What he was doing there I don't know, but pretty cool nonetheless.
Alright, that is all for now. What a week. I'm spent.
The past is gone. It went by like dusk to dawn. And I'm out.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
LIVIN' ON THE EDGE~!
YEOWWWWWWWWWWW!
What's up rock n' rollers?
Well this week is crazy. It's my last week as a page, my last week working on the NBC lot, my last week at my assignment in Primetime Development, and my last week before I start the new gig over at Universal. Craziness!
But before I talk about all that ...
Wednesday evening is going to be off the chain, as three of my pals and I head to the Staples Center for an evening of AEROSMITH, live in concert!
So yeah, it's no big secret that Aerosmith is pretty much my favorite band of all time. I mean hey, my IM name IS Aerokid17, afterall. How did it all start?
Well, it was the early 90's - I was a kid in grade school, just at the right age where music starts to hit you and take hold. I was glued to MTV, and I couldn't get enough of the music videos of bands like Pearl Jam, Guns N' Roses, Tom Petty, Green Day, and yes, of course - Aerosmith. The band was in the midst of a miraculous comeback. After nearly disappearing in the late 1980's after their brief, Walk This Way-infused comeback with Run DMC, Aerosmith exploded onto the MTV scene, with an epic trilogy of awesome music videos - Cryin', Amazing, and Crazy. Sure, these were preceded by a few other big hits like Living on the Edge, and in years prior, Janie's Got a Gun, but the Trilogy reintroduced Aerosmith (not to mention Alicia Silverstone) to my generation and completely defined what I thought of as real Rock N' Roll. One of the first rock albums I ever bought was Get A Grip, and I listened to it non-stop. When the greatest hits compilation, Big Ones, came out, I was all over it, and I added songs like Angel, Deuces Are Wild, Blindman, and Love In An Elevator to my Aerosmith listenin' repetoire. Soon I bought their Greatest Hits, and suddenly became aware of the the old-school, classic rock stuff like Sweet Emotion, Walk this Way, Back In the Saddle, and of course, Dream On. I remember hearing Dream On for the first time ever, and something just clicked for me, and I remember thinking "ah yes, THIS is rock n' roll." I continued to love Aerosmith, and looked forward to their videos, and was a big fan of their Get A Grip follow-up, Nine Lives, even though many dismissed it. Even though I was very disappointed with Just Push Play, and the overhyped Don't Want To Miss A Thing, I continued to have a nearly unwavering love for all things Aero. During college, I was supposed to have seen Aerosmith, in their hometown of Boston no less, but to my absolute horror, they cancelled the show mere days beforehand due to a throat ailment affecting Steven Tyler. Finally, during a break in my senior year, my brother (a fellow Aero-Head) and I saw our favorite band for the first time ever, live, in Harford, CT, along with another classic rock favorite, KISS. While Kiss's crazy theatrics kinda stole the spotlight away from the Bad Boys from Boston, it was still a great show, and it was awesome to see my fav band in concert, even if they avoided many of their hits in favor of new stuff from the as-of-then unreleased Honkin' On Bobo (which turned out to be a decent, though not great, album).
But now, as Aerosmith has kinda faded from my musical playlist in recent years, they are finally back on heavy rotation, baby. Just this weekend, I went out and re-purchased my old school favorite album, Big Ones. Why? Because my old copy was a worn out CASSETTE tape, purchased sometime in grade school, before I even owned a CD player. I hadn't listened to that album in YEARS.But within minutes, I was belting out the lyrics to EAT THE RICH, BLIND MAN, and WALK ON WATER like it was 1995, and we hadn't lost a beat. At one time, that final verse from Eat The Rich was THE coolest, most badass thing EVER. "So take that grey poupon my friend and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!" And you know what? I still let a huge kick out of that song. And I still remember the lyrics to Amazing, Cryin' and Crazy. And hearing Love In An Elevator still makes me want to stand up, kcik down the door, and rock it.
So yes, I am PSYCHED for the big concert tommorow. Lenny Kravitz will be there too, but make no mistake, this is about one band - AEROSMITH - America's Greatest Rock N' Roll Band. Sure, I may cringe when they feature such songs as Jaded and I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing in their set list. But then I'll hear Sweet Emotion and I'll remember that THIS, this is the definition of HARD ROCK. You can toss out all the alternative, emo, nu-metal, whatever. This is timeless. This is primal. This is the inner teenager that will not die. This is gonna rock our socks off.
DANNY's TOP 20 AEROSMITH SONGS EVER:
1. Dream On
2. Sweet Emotion
3. Amazing
4. Love In An Elevator
5. Walk This Way
6. Angel
7. What It Takes
8. Janie's Got A Gun
9. Kings and Queens
10. Eat The Rich
11. Back In the Saddle
12. Cryin'
13. Crazy
14. Taste of India
15. Deuces Are Wild
16. Blind Man
17. Livin' On the Edge
18. Dude (Looks Like A Lady)
19. Seasons of Wither
20. Ragdoll
Most Underrated:
- Blind Man, Angel, Falling in Love (Is So Hard on the Knees), Hole In My Soul, Kings and Queens, Girls of Summer, Taste of India, The Farm, Back Back Train, Kiss Your Past Goodbye, entire Nine Lives album
Most Overrated:
- Draw The Line, Big Ten Inch, I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing, Jaded, Get A Grip, Just Push Play
Rated About Right:
- Mama Kin, Pink, The Other Side, cover of Come Together
Alright, enough about Aerosmith, except to say expect a full, post concert review ...
@ WORK
So today began my last week ever as a page! Holy crap! I know, it's pretty unbelievable. And very surreal to see other pages coming in today to interview for my assignment. But also very frustrating. Because you may know that I am a completist. I am always actively trying to fit in everything I possibly can into a small amount of time, and I can't stand to see things unfinished. So it is kind of driving me crazy that my last day is Thursday, and yet a new page likely won't start until Friday or next week sometime. So I won't be around to train them, and that is really frustrating for me. As someone who spent many years as a teacher and counsellor, I always look forward to any chance to pass on my accumulated wisdom to someone else, so I was looking forward to the day when I, the learned, wisened page would have a chance to take a new page under my wing and say "look kid, this is how it's done." Thanks to lacadaisical scheduling however, I am not going to get that chance. And as someone who knows firsthand what it was like to get thrown to the wolves in this very challenging and demanding assignment, I don't envy the next page who is going to have to do the same, though I will do my best to help them out from afar.
Otherwise, I am really excited for my new job, though still kinda unsure of what to expect. More on that later, suffice to say it's kinda cool that this internet and Ipod stuff is ALL OVER the news. Just today NBC announced that the pilot for Dick Wolf's new series, Conviction, is going to be available on Itunes a full week before it airs on TV. Cool stuff is going down, and I'm going to be a part of it.
QUICK TV REVIEWS:
Since I'm short on time, I'm gonna review each show in three phrases, Rorsharch-style.
LOST: Same old frustration. Nothing cool happened. Nice acting though from Naveen Andrews as Sayid. My grade: C+
SMALLVILLE: Gotta love CYBORG. EVIL Lex! Still cheesy plotting though. My grade: B+
MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE: Still funny. Gotta love CRAZY Hal! Watch it while you can. My grade: A-
24: Big improvement over last week. Great action sequences set to some surprisingly kickass music. Where are they going with the overall plot? My grade: A-
NBA All Star Saturday: Nate Robinson Over Spudd Webb! AI's behind the backboard dunk was still the best though. Team San Antonio dominates! Thunder Dan! Clyde The Glyde! Magic! Dirk for Three!
NBA All-Star Game: Boring game this year, no hype, no enthusiasm, didn't feel "bigtime." LeBron was due for a big one. T-Mac is having a tough year, can't even win an all-star game in his hometown. Kobe is annoying. Does Paul Pierce even care anymore? What about KG - PLEASE trade him. So many good players on crappy teams - the NBA is so diluted it's ridiculous. All these players wasted going nowhere, two best teams are also two most boring to watch. Losing interest in NBA. Long for the days when All-Star games had Jordan, Barkley, Malone, Reggie, etc. Too bad those days are long gone.
Alright.
Tommorow night: AEROSMITH!
THURSDAY - MONDAY: Baram family reunion ...
THURSDAY: Last day as an NBC Page ...
MONDAY: New Job!
2nd Week of March: PIRATE dinner adventure!
2018 - The Island of New York becomes a state-funded detainment center for criminals where only the vile, the venal, and the insane dare to tread!
Um, nevermind.
But it's all
In the past
Like the
Check that's
In the mail
She was a tall
Whiskey Glass
I was an Old Hound Dog
Who Just Loved To
Chase His Tail ...
ROCK N' ROLL, SUCKA!
What's up rock n' rollers?
Well this week is crazy. It's my last week as a page, my last week working on the NBC lot, my last week at my assignment in Primetime Development, and my last week before I start the new gig over at Universal. Craziness!
But before I talk about all that ...
Wednesday evening is going to be off the chain, as three of my pals and I head to the Staples Center for an evening of AEROSMITH, live in concert!
So yeah, it's no big secret that Aerosmith is pretty much my favorite band of all time. I mean hey, my IM name IS Aerokid17, afterall. How did it all start?
Well, it was the early 90's - I was a kid in grade school, just at the right age where music starts to hit you and take hold. I was glued to MTV, and I couldn't get enough of the music videos of bands like Pearl Jam, Guns N' Roses, Tom Petty, Green Day, and yes, of course - Aerosmith. The band was in the midst of a miraculous comeback. After nearly disappearing in the late 1980's after their brief, Walk This Way-infused comeback with Run DMC, Aerosmith exploded onto the MTV scene, with an epic trilogy of awesome music videos - Cryin', Amazing, and Crazy. Sure, these were preceded by a few other big hits like Living on the Edge, and in years prior, Janie's Got a Gun, but the Trilogy reintroduced Aerosmith (not to mention Alicia Silverstone) to my generation and completely defined what I thought of as real Rock N' Roll. One of the first rock albums I ever bought was Get A Grip, and I listened to it non-stop. When the greatest hits compilation, Big Ones, came out, I was all over it, and I added songs like Angel, Deuces Are Wild, Blindman, and Love In An Elevator to my Aerosmith listenin' repetoire. Soon I bought their Greatest Hits, and suddenly became aware of the the old-school, classic rock stuff like Sweet Emotion, Walk this Way, Back In the Saddle, and of course, Dream On. I remember hearing Dream On for the first time ever, and something just clicked for me, and I remember thinking "ah yes, THIS is rock n' roll." I continued to love Aerosmith, and looked forward to their videos, and was a big fan of their Get A Grip follow-up, Nine Lives, even though many dismissed it. Even though I was very disappointed with Just Push Play, and the overhyped Don't Want To Miss A Thing, I continued to have a nearly unwavering love for all things Aero. During college, I was supposed to have seen Aerosmith, in their hometown of Boston no less, but to my absolute horror, they cancelled the show mere days beforehand due to a throat ailment affecting Steven Tyler. Finally, during a break in my senior year, my brother (a fellow Aero-Head) and I saw our favorite band for the first time ever, live, in Harford, CT, along with another classic rock favorite, KISS. While Kiss's crazy theatrics kinda stole the spotlight away from the Bad Boys from Boston, it was still a great show, and it was awesome to see my fav band in concert, even if they avoided many of their hits in favor of new stuff from the as-of-then unreleased Honkin' On Bobo (which turned out to be a decent, though not great, album).
But now, as Aerosmith has kinda faded from my musical playlist in recent years, they are finally back on heavy rotation, baby. Just this weekend, I went out and re-purchased my old school favorite album, Big Ones. Why? Because my old copy was a worn out CASSETTE tape, purchased sometime in grade school, before I even owned a CD player. I hadn't listened to that album in YEARS.But within minutes, I was belting out the lyrics to EAT THE RICH, BLIND MAN, and WALK ON WATER like it was 1995, and we hadn't lost a beat. At one time, that final verse from Eat The Rich was THE coolest, most badass thing EVER. "So take that grey poupon my friend and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!" And you know what? I still let a huge kick out of that song. And I still remember the lyrics to Amazing, Cryin' and Crazy. And hearing Love In An Elevator still makes me want to stand up, kcik down the door, and rock it.
So yes, I am PSYCHED for the big concert tommorow. Lenny Kravitz will be there too, but make no mistake, this is about one band - AEROSMITH - America's Greatest Rock N' Roll Band. Sure, I may cringe when they feature such songs as Jaded and I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing in their set list. But then I'll hear Sweet Emotion and I'll remember that THIS, this is the definition of HARD ROCK. You can toss out all the alternative, emo, nu-metal, whatever. This is timeless. This is primal. This is the inner teenager that will not die. This is gonna rock our socks off.
DANNY's TOP 20 AEROSMITH SONGS EVER:
1. Dream On
2. Sweet Emotion
3. Amazing
4. Love In An Elevator
5. Walk This Way
6. Angel
7. What It Takes
8. Janie's Got A Gun
9. Kings and Queens
10. Eat The Rich
11. Back In the Saddle
12. Cryin'
13. Crazy
14. Taste of India
15. Deuces Are Wild
16. Blind Man
17. Livin' On the Edge
18. Dude (Looks Like A Lady)
19. Seasons of Wither
20. Ragdoll
Most Underrated:
- Blind Man, Angel, Falling in Love (Is So Hard on the Knees), Hole In My Soul, Kings and Queens, Girls of Summer, Taste of India, The Farm, Back Back Train, Kiss Your Past Goodbye, entire Nine Lives album
Most Overrated:
- Draw The Line, Big Ten Inch, I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing, Jaded, Get A Grip, Just Push Play
Rated About Right:
- Mama Kin, Pink, The Other Side, cover of Come Together
Alright, enough about Aerosmith, except to say expect a full, post concert review ...
@ WORK
So today began my last week ever as a page! Holy crap! I know, it's pretty unbelievable. And very surreal to see other pages coming in today to interview for my assignment. But also very frustrating. Because you may know that I am a completist. I am always actively trying to fit in everything I possibly can into a small amount of time, and I can't stand to see things unfinished. So it is kind of driving me crazy that my last day is Thursday, and yet a new page likely won't start until Friday or next week sometime. So I won't be around to train them, and that is really frustrating for me. As someone who spent many years as a teacher and counsellor, I always look forward to any chance to pass on my accumulated wisdom to someone else, so I was looking forward to the day when I, the learned, wisened page would have a chance to take a new page under my wing and say "look kid, this is how it's done." Thanks to lacadaisical scheduling however, I am not going to get that chance. And as someone who knows firsthand what it was like to get thrown to the wolves in this very challenging and demanding assignment, I don't envy the next page who is going to have to do the same, though I will do my best to help them out from afar.
Otherwise, I am really excited for my new job, though still kinda unsure of what to expect. More on that later, suffice to say it's kinda cool that this internet and Ipod stuff is ALL OVER the news. Just today NBC announced that the pilot for Dick Wolf's new series, Conviction, is going to be available on Itunes a full week before it airs on TV. Cool stuff is going down, and I'm going to be a part of it.
QUICK TV REVIEWS:
Since I'm short on time, I'm gonna review each show in three phrases, Rorsharch-style.
LOST: Same old frustration. Nothing cool happened. Nice acting though from Naveen Andrews as Sayid. My grade: C+
SMALLVILLE: Gotta love CYBORG. EVIL Lex! Still cheesy plotting though. My grade: B+
MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE: Still funny. Gotta love CRAZY Hal! Watch it while you can. My grade: A-
24: Big improvement over last week. Great action sequences set to some surprisingly kickass music. Where are they going with the overall plot? My grade: A-
NBA All Star Saturday: Nate Robinson Over Spudd Webb! AI's behind the backboard dunk was still the best though. Team San Antonio dominates! Thunder Dan! Clyde The Glyde! Magic! Dirk for Three!
NBA All-Star Game: Boring game this year, no hype, no enthusiasm, didn't feel "bigtime." LeBron was due for a big one. T-Mac is having a tough year, can't even win an all-star game in his hometown. Kobe is annoying. Does Paul Pierce even care anymore? What about KG - PLEASE trade him. So many good players on crappy teams - the NBA is so diluted it's ridiculous. All these players wasted going nowhere, two best teams are also two most boring to watch. Losing interest in NBA. Long for the days when All-Star games had Jordan, Barkley, Malone, Reggie, etc. Too bad those days are long gone.
Alright.
Tommorow night: AEROSMITH!
THURSDAY - MONDAY: Baram family reunion ...
THURSDAY: Last day as an NBC Page ...
MONDAY: New Job!
2nd Week of March: PIRATE dinner adventure!
2018 - The Island of New York becomes a state-funded detainment center for criminals where only the vile, the venal, and the insane dare to tread!
Um, nevermind.
But it's all
In the past
Like the
Check that's
In the mail
She was a tall
Whiskey Glass
I was an Old Hound Dog
Who Just Loved To
Chase His Tail ...
ROCK N' ROLL, SUCKA!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
From the Archives of Danny Baram: MAX V - Chapter 1
FROM THE ARCHIVES, A LONG-LOST ADVENTURE EPIC PENNED BY ME, DURING A PROLIFIC PERIOD IN HIGH SCHOOL ...
WRITTEN DURING MY JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL:
WRITTEN DURING MY JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL:
Max V.
Chapter 1: The Ways of the Tao
I still remember the day he came to me. As my campfire burned in the night sky, the shadowy figure approached me, on the verge of collapse. He was only a boy, but his eyes revealed a wisdom of one much farther along in years. High in the foothills of the Tanggula Shan mountains near the Chinese-Tibetan border he found me. meditating quietly in the cavernous alcove I called my home. I was confused. A white man in the Tanggula Shan, where only those who braved a treacherous climb up the sheer mountainside dared travel? And this one, so young. But he was tough, I could read it in his face. I knew then that my life would be forever changed, even as the boy fell suddenly to his knees, no longer able to bear the weight of his own body. I took him then into my home, nursed him to health. I fed him what little food I had, each day noticing a bit more color returning to his pale cheeks. He was a strong one, this boy. His spirit was powerful, compelling me to pray for him each morning and night. Finally, one week after he had suddenly arrived, he just as suddenly awoke from his sickly state, bolted upright from his resting place and spoke as if possessed by a demon.
“Where am I, stranger? I demand to know this instant! I … I …arrrgh …”
He had overexerted himself, I knew, as he clutched his stomach in pain. I also knew that a fire raged within this boy the likes of which I had rarely seen.
“I am Lao Tzin,” I said, “One week ago you collapsed in front of my home. I took you in, fed you. It is good to see you so active, but I fear you are getting a bit too excited. You must rest.”
He lay back down and was calmed, as his memories flooded his mind.
“You … you are Lao Tzin. I have journeyed … for months to find you. You are the one … who can show me, teach me – the ways of Taoism. You are said to be men of power, magicians, alchemists. Men … who can read the future. I must know these things, and you must teach me.”
I sat bewildered at this boy who had traveled so far … for what? For me? I was once a teacher, I was once one who showed The Way to eager students. But no more. Now I was but an old man living alone in the mountains, resigned to a life of solitude. Who now dared to disturb my peace? I owed nothing to this boy.
“No! I was a teacher once, but no longer. Take your presumptuous misconceptions of my people and go back to where you came.”
I was repulsed at my own behavior. Why had I lashed out in anger at one who only sought my help? Had my isolation made me so hostile to my fellow human beings?
“I am sorry. I did not mean to respond in anger. Your words unintentionally reminded me of … incidents from my past.”
“I know.” he replied in his cool English accent, his words strained because of his aching body. “I know who you are and what you’ve done, and I don’t care. You don’t understand. My name is Maxwell. For the last two years, I have traveled the globe, studying under masters of their respective arts. In Japan, I learned five forms of martial arts; I became proficient in the use of weapons, knowledgeable in the art of stealth. In Germany I mastered the use of firearms. In Egypt I studied the magic of the Pharaohs. I have been to Thailand, to Brazil, to Africa. Now I have come to you, for I have to know something. I have to know my future.”
His future? Such knowledge was dangerous, not suitable for a boy. But I knew, at that moment, that this boy had a very special future indeed. Perhaps … perhaps it was my destiny to be a part of it.
“ I will help you as best I can.” I said softly, knowing full well what untold danger I had thrust myself into. “But you will have to work hard. I know many things, but I am no miracle-worker. You have come a long way, my boy, and I would be cruel to turn you away after having journeyed so far. I see promise in your eyes, a strength of spirit.”
I paced slowly to my bedside to retrieve my cloak, silently praying to the gods to give me strength. As I slipped on the emerald kimono, I felt suddenly a new weight to my life, a burden of responsibility. It felt good.
“Is something wrong, Lao-Tzin?” questioned Maxwell, running a strong hand across his maturing face, through his tousled blonde hair.
“No, Maxwell. It is just, that after so many years, it is good to be a teacher again.”
* * *
And so, over the course of five months, young Maxwell and I trained day and night atop the gray peaks of the Tanggula Shan. Some days, we practiced balance and reflexes, as a reluctant Max braved to traverse the rocky cliffs with only a wire beneath his feet, and only a tree branch for balance. We sparred often, and it was during these sessions that I saw the rage within the boy. He was strong, but also quick, a lethal combination. It wasn’t long before he defeated me regularly in combat. At the same time, though, he was lacking. He looked for something that wasn’t there to be found.
“You have taught me much, Master,” he said one day in frustration, “and my debt to you can never be repaid in full. But what of the Tao? I can learn to fight elsewhere. That is not why I risked my life to scale these mountains.”
This point had never before occurred to me. How blind I had been to the confused state of mind of the boy. He had not yet learned the most important lesson.
“Maxwell, the Tao that can be taught is not the true Tao. You must empty your mind of the rage, focus. Then, you will have already learned all you need to know.”
Maxwell stared at me, at first puzzled, and then overcome with anger. He stormed off, and I pursued, but quickly lost sight of him as he ran off into the dense forest. It was then that I was reminded of myself as a younger man. Now I was calmer, less prone to making such rash decisions, in control of my emotions.
It wasn’t until three days later that young Maxwell returned to my home. However, this time he did not collapse at my door. He stood tall, appearing older, stronger, meaner, than when I had last seen him. He strode determinedly into my home, as I cautiously followed, and sat down on an old, carved chair.
“I feel that it is time for me to leave here.” he said. “In America, I have some people who have been working with the military there. By now, they should have worked a deal. But I have to be there to oversee everything. It is my company, V-Corp., and I don’t trust anyone but myself to run its day to day operation. I have to go there.”
I was flabbergasted. This boy, the head of a corporation? I should have guessed as much. I began to speak but Maxwell continued intently.
“There is much you don’t know about me, Lao-Tzin. Yes, I run V-Corp., but that is only a front for my true mission. Years ago, my father, a British diplomat, disappeared. II vowed then to find him one day, but the journey hasn’t been an easy one. I have been traveling the world since, trying to perfect my mind and body. You know it as well as I, Master; I have a purpose in life that is still unknown to me, but it is there. Thanks to you and others, I’ll be ready to face it when that day comes. You have helped me, more than you know, Lao-Tzin. That is why I will make you an offer. Come with me to America, where you can live in a manner befitting one such as you. No more living in a cave among dirt and rocks” He paused and grinned momentarily. “Besides, I could use a teacher."
Even though my instincts told me otherwise, I already knew what my choice would be. I did not want to go to America. I did not want to leave my peaceful life here. I did not wish to leave my home of twenty years. I went with Maxwell that day not because I wanted to, but because I feared what might happen if I did not.
Chapter 1: The Ways of the Tao
I still remember the day he came to me. As my campfire burned in the night sky, the shadowy figure approached me, on the verge of collapse. He was only a boy, but his eyes revealed a wisdom of one much farther along in years. High in the foothills of the Tanggula Shan mountains near the Chinese-Tibetan border he found me. meditating quietly in the cavernous alcove I called my home. I was confused. A white man in the Tanggula Shan, where only those who braved a treacherous climb up the sheer mountainside dared travel? And this one, so young. But he was tough, I could read it in his face. I knew then that my life would be forever changed, even as the boy fell suddenly to his knees, no longer able to bear the weight of his own body. I took him then into my home, nursed him to health. I fed him what little food I had, each day noticing a bit more color returning to his pale cheeks. He was a strong one, this boy. His spirit was powerful, compelling me to pray for him each morning and night. Finally, one week after he had suddenly arrived, he just as suddenly awoke from his sickly state, bolted upright from his resting place and spoke as if possessed by a demon.
“Where am I, stranger? I demand to know this instant! I … I …arrrgh …”
He had overexerted himself, I knew, as he clutched his stomach in pain. I also knew that a fire raged within this boy the likes of which I had rarely seen.
“I am Lao Tzin,” I said, “One week ago you collapsed in front of my home. I took you in, fed you. It is good to see you so active, but I fear you are getting a bit too excited. You must rest.”
He lay back down and was calmed, as his memories flooded his mind.
“You … you are Lao Tzin. I have journeyed … for months to find you. You are the one … who can show me, teach me – the ways of Taoism. You are said to be men of power, magicians, alchemists. Men … who can read the future. I must know these things, and you must teach me.”
I sat bewildered at this boy who had traveled so far … for what? For me? I was once a teacher, I was once one who showed The Way to eager students. But no more. Now I was but an old man living alone in the mountains, resigned to a life of solitude. Who now dared to disturb my peace? I owed nothing to this boy.
“No! I was a teacher once, but no longer. Take your presumptuous misconceptions of my people and go back to where you came.”
I was repulsed at my own behavior. Why had I lashed out in anger at one who only sought my help? Had my isolation made me so hostile to my fellow human beings?
“I am sorry. I did not mean to respond in anger. Your words unintentionally reminded me of … incidents from my past.”
“I know.” he replied in his cool English accent, his words strained because of his aching body. “I know who you are and what you’ve done, and I don’t care. You don’t understand. My name is Maxwell. For the last two years, I have traveled the globe, studying under masters of their respective arts. In Japan, I learned five forms of martial arts; I became proficient in the use of weapons, knowledgeable in the art of stealth. In Germany I mastered the use of firearms. In Egypt I studied the magic of the Pharaohs. I have been to Thailand, to Brazil, to Africa. Now I have come to you, for I have to know something. I have to know my future.”
His future? Such knowledge was dangerous, not suitable for a boy. But I knew, at that moment, that this boy had a very special future indeed. Perhaps … perhaps it was my destiny to be a part of it.
“ I will help you as best I can.” I said softly, knowing full well what untold danger I had thrust myself into. “But you will have to work hard. I know many things, but I am no miracle-worker. You have come a long way, my boy, and I would be cruel to turn you away after having journeyed so far. I see promise in your eyes, a strength of spirit.”
I paced slowly to my bedside to retrieve my cloak, silently praying to the gods to give me strength. As I slipped on the emerald kimono, I felt suddenly a new weight to my life, a burden of responsibility. It felt good.
“Is something wrong, Lao-Tzin?” questioned Maxwell, running a strong hand across his maturing face, through his tousled blonde hair.
“No, Maxwell. It is just, that after so many years, it is good to be a teacher again.”
* * *
And so, over the course of five months, young Maxwell and I trained day and night atop the gray peaks of the Tanggula Shan. Some days, we practiced balance and reflexes, as a reluctant Max braved to traverse the rocky cliffs with only a wire beneath his feet, and only a tree branch for balance. We sparred often, and it was during these sessions that I saw the rage within the boy. He was strong, but also quick, a lethal combination. It wasn’t long before he defeated me regularly in combat. At the same time, though, he was lacking. He looked for something that wasn’t there to be found.
“You have taught me much, Master,” he said one day in frustration, “and my debt to you can never be repaid in full. But what of the Tao? I can learn to fight elsewhere. That is not why I risked my life to scale these mountains.”
This point had never before occurred to me. How blind I had been to the confused state of mind of the boy. He had not yet learned the most important lesson.
“Maxwell, the Tao that can be taught is not the true Tao. You must empty your mind of the rage, focus. Then, you will have already learned all you need to know.”
Maxwell stared at me, at first puzzled, and then overcome with anger. He stormed off, and I pursued, but quickly lost sight of him as he ran off into the dense forest. It was then that I was reminded of myself as a younger man. Now I was calmer, less prone to making such rash decisions, in control of my emotions.
It wasn’t until three days later that young Maxwell returned to my home. However, this time he did not collapse at my door. He stood tall, appearing older, stronger, meaner, than when I had last seen him. He strode determinedly into my home, as I cautiously followed, and sat down on an old, carved chair.
“I feel that it is time for me to leave here.” he said. “In America, I have some people who have been working with the military there. By now, they should have worked a deal. But I have to be there to oversee everything. It is my company, V-Corp., and I don’t trust anyone but myself to run its day to day operation. I have to go there.”
I was flabbergasted. This boy, the head of a corporation? I should have guessed as much. I began to speak but Maxwell continued intently.
“There is much you don’t know about me, Lao-Tzin. Yes, I run V-Corp., but that is only a front for my true mission. Years ago, my father, a British diplomat, disappeared. II vowed then to find him one day, but the journey hasn’t been an easy one. I have been traveling the world since, trying to perfect my mind and body. You know it as well as I, Master; I have a purpose in life that is still unknown to me, but it is there. Thanks to you and others, I’ll be ready to face it when that day comes. You have helped me, more than you know, Lao-Tzin. That is why I will make you an offer. Come with me to America, where you can live in a manner befitting one such as you. No more living in a cave among dirt and rocks” He paused and grinned momentarily. “Besides, I could use a teacher."
Even though my instincts told me otherwise, I already knew what my choice would be. I did not want to go to America. I did not want to leave my peaceful life here. I did not wish to leave my home of twenty years. I went with Maxwell that day not because I wanted to, but because I feared what might happen if I did not.
TO BE CONTINUED ....
Sunday, February 12, 2006
The Final Countdown: ARRESTED Rocks and more
How amazing were the last four episodes of ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT?
Anyone who is a fan of good TV owed it to themselves to check out these absolutely brilliant final adventures of the hapless Bluth clan. For two hours, we were treated to a virtual mini-movie - a tour de force of hilarious comedy that pulled no punches and ranks up there with the best of Seinfeld, The Simpsons, and the rest of the classics.
Michael's desperate attempts to hold his family together. George Michael and Maebe's incestuous-or-is-it? romance. Gob's need to put on a show, even if he is the only one who deosn't see his own awfulness. Lindsay's narcissm and total ineptitude. Tobias' walking punchline, the joke that never really gets old, played to perfection by David Cross. George Bluth and his sleaziness, Lucille and her manipulations. Ann (her?). Steve Holt! The bannana stand. ANYONG (Hello!).
These last four episodes contained so many great jokes, so many hilarious moments, so much brilliant writing, so many great inside references and not-so-subtle jabs at Hollywood, so much great character stuff, and yes, so much heart (in its own twisted roundabout way).
Arrested Development -- a legend in its own time. Assuming this is the end, it damn sure went out with a bang. Congrats to all the actors, writers, and producers who contributed to this great show, and thanks.
My grade: A+
MORE TV REVIEWS:
THE OC - Ugh. That's about all I can really muster to say about this week's pathetic episode. Why I keep watching, I can't really say. It's a sad situation when on one hand, Johnny was such a lame character that I wish they'd just forget about mourning him and move onto new stories, yet on the other hand, the lack of emotion that anyone other than Ryan and Marissa shows over his death is just ridiculous. Oh sorry, son, one of your three friends just fell to his death ... why don't you come to our Valentine's Day dance tonight, that might make you feel better? At this point, is there anyone left who actually cares about the Ryan-Marissa relationship? Seth and Summer? Julie Cooper and what's-his-name? Another character in Kaitlin shows up for 3 weeks then leaves, sure to never be mentioned again. TERRIBLE. My grade: D
SMALLVILLE - Another somewhat weak episode. Some good acting by Alison Mack as Chloe, who did her best to portray someone possesed by a ghost. But come on, this is the FIVE-BILLIONTH episode about someone's mind being altered by an outside force! EVERY FRIGGIN WEEK someone is possesed, changed by Red Kryptonite, mind-swapped, etc., and enough is enough! When is this show going to take a chance like it did in the first half of this season and actually do REAL storylines that MEAN SOMETHING? As usual, the strong characters and great visuals made this slightly more than the sum of its parts, but other than its nicely done horror film feel, this ep didn't have much going for it. My grade: C
VERONICA MARS - Great ep this week! On one hand, this show was all about the fundamental - it put together a great self-contained mystery that left you wondering whodunnit. On the other hand, it had a ton of small hints and clues pertaining to the season's overarching bus-crash mystery, and a lot of intriguing new details came to light. Awesome character moments with Wallace, Mac, Logan, and the rest. Too bad this episode was up againt both Lost and the Grammys, and few saw it. This show so badly deserves a bigger audience. My grade: A
MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE - Every so often this series does a really, really weird episode, and tonight's was one of them. While it was funny if not somewhat disturbing to see Malcolm and his mom, bond while each is bedridden with mono, the Hal storyline was downright hilarious (as is often the case with Hal storylines, thanks to the brilliance of Bryan Cranston). Points off for two plot points that have already been done on the show though. Malcolm and Mom forming a temporary understanding only to regress back to their usual tension-filled relationship, and Hal realizing that the neighbors all hate them are two storylines that have already been covered. Oh well, this show still brings da funny. Enjoy it while it lasts. My grade: B
@ WORK:
The final countdown begins as I prepare for my last few weeks in the page program. Pretty weird to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it's not like I'm going very far - just down Barham Blvd to Universal, where I'll still be working for NBC.
Thanks to everyone, by the way, who offered congratulations in the last few days, I really appreciate it.
And for all those who've been asking ... no, I still don't really know exactly what to expect in my new job, nor do I know exactly what I'll be doing, or what my typical day will consist of. Ah well, guess it's going to be a learnign experience in more ways than one.
My big hope is to get some much-needed TIME OFF i nthe next few weeks. Let's hope that I can make it happen.
And ... that's about it for now. Gotta rest up for the final stretch up in A-203, PRIMETIME development.
TOMMOROW: 24!
FEB 22nd: AEROSMITH!
FEB 23rd: Parents visit ...
FEB 27th: NEW job!
MARCH: Pirate Adventure?
THIS PAST WEEKEND: Our Vice-President SHOOTS AN INNOCENT MAN!
Yes, my friends, we are in good hands.
Anyone who is a fan of good TV owed it to themselves to check out these absolutely brilliant final adventures of the hapless Bluth clan. For two hours, we were treated to a virtual mini-movie - a tour de force of hilarious comedy that pulled no punches and ranks up there with the best of Seinfeld, The Simpsons, and the rest of the classics.
Michael's desperate attempts to hold his family together. George Michael and Maebe's incestuous-or-is-it? romance. Gob's need to put on a show, even if he is the only one who deosn't see his own awfulness. Lindsay's narcissm and total ineptitude. Tobias' walking punchline, the joke that never really gets old, played to perfection by David Cross. George Bluth and his sleaziness, Lucille and her manipulations. Ann (her?). Steve Holt! The bannana stand. ANYONG (Hello!).
These last four episodes contained so many great jokes, so many hilarious moments, so much brilliant writing, so many great inside references and not-so-subtle jabs at Hollywood, so much great character stuff, and yes, so much heart (in its own twisted roundabout way).
Arrested Development -- a legend in its own time. Assuming this is the end, it damn sure went out with a bang. Congrats to all the actors, writers, and producers who contributed to this great show, and thanks.
My grade: A+
MORE TV REVIEWS:
THE OC - Ugh. That's about all I can really muster to say about this week's pathetic episode. Why I keep watching, I can't really say. It's a sad situation when on one hand, Johnny was such a lame character that I wish they'd just forget about mourning him and move onto new stories, yet on the other hand, the lack of emotion that anyone other than Ryan and Marissa shows over his death is just ridiculous. Oh sorry, son, one of your three friends just fell to his death ... why don't you come to our Valentine's Day dance tonight, that might make you feel better? At this point, is there anyone left who actually cares about the Ryan-Marissa relationship? Seth and Summer? Julie Cooper and what's-his-name? Another character in Kaitlin shows up for 3 weeks then leaves, sure to never be mentioned again. TERRIBLE. My grade: D
SMALLVILLE - Another somewhat weak episode. Some good acting by Alison Mack as Chloe, who did her best to portray someone possesed by a ghost. But come on, this is the FIVE-BILLIONTH episode about someone's mind being altered by an outside force! EVERY FRIGGIN WEEK someone is possesed, changed by Red Kryptonite, mind-swapped, etc., and enough is enough! When is this show going to take a chance like it did in the first half of this season and actually do REAL storylines that MEAN SOMETHING? As usual, the strong characters and great visuals made this slightly more than the sum of its parts, but other than its nicely done horror film feel, this ep didn't have much going for it. My grade: C
VERONICA MARS - Great ep this week! On one hand, this show was all about the fundamental - it put together a great self-contained mystery that left you wondering whodunnit. On the other hand, it had a ton of small hints and clues pertaining to the season's overarching bus-crash mystery, and a lot of intriguing new details came to light. Awesome character moments with Wallace, Mac, Logan, and the rest. Too bad this episode was up againt both Lost and the Grammys, and few saw it. This show so badly deserves a bigger audience. My grade: A
MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE - Every so often this series does a really, really weird episode, and tonight's was one of them. While it was funny if not somewhat disturbing to see Malcolm and his mom, bond while each is bedridden with mono, the Hal storyline was downright hilarious (as is often the case with Hal storylines, thanks to the brilliance of Bryan Cranston). Points off for two plot points that have already been done on the show though. Malcolm and Mom forming a temporary understanding only to regress back to their usual tension-filled relationship, and Hal realizing that the neighbors all hate them are two storylines that have already been covered. Oh well, this show still brings da funny. Enjoy it while it lasts. My grade: B
@ WORK:
The final countdown begins as I prepare for my last few weeks in the page program. Pretty weird to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it's not like I'm going very far - just down Barham Blvd to Universal, where I'll still be working for NBC.
Thanks to everyone, by the way, who offered congratulations in the last few days, I really appreciate it.
And for all those who've been asking ... no, I still don't really know exactly what to expect in my new job, nor do I know exactly what I'll be doing, or what my typical day will consist of. Ah well, guess it's going to be a learnign experience in more ways than one.
My big hope is to get some much-needed TIME OFF i nthe next few weeks. Let's hope that I can make it happen.
And ... that's about it for now. Gotta rest up for the final stretch up in A-203, PRIMETIME development.
TOMMOROW: 24!
FEB 22nd: AEROSMITH!
FEB 23rd: Parents visit ...
FEB 27th: NEW job!
MARCH: Pirate Adventure?
THIS PAST WEEKEND: Our Vice-President SHOOTS AN INNOCENT MAN!
Yes, my friends, we are in good hands.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Drumroll please ...
And the big announcement ISN'T:
- that NBC is bringing back Saved By the Bell
- that I am moving back to CT
- that I am renouncing my Judaism
- that I have an illegitimate lovechild
- and DEFINITELY not anything remotely having to do with, um, "Heath Ledger's" comments earlier ...
So what is it?!?!
It is that ...
...
...
I GOT A JOB!!!
Yes, my desperate search is over! I will be working over at Universal Studios, for a brand new department that will soon be a HUGE part of the future of NBC-Universal.
Basically, you may have heard a lot lately about being able to download shows like The Office from I-Tunes, or watching episodes of classic shows on the web, or downloading "Lazy Sunday" from SNL so that you can see what all the fuss is about.
Well, this is the department I'm going to be working in. It's the future, baby, and I'm getting in at the ground level, and I am very excited. Plus, I still get to be a part of a company that has treated me great over the last few years, NBC-Universal, and get to be around a lot of my fellow NBC Page alumni who work in or around Universal. Not to mention I STILL don't have to worry about hour long drives to work and terrible freeway traffic in the morning.
Now yes, still, somewhere in the back of my mind I can't help but think about what else may be out there, and about my ultimate goal of making a living as a writer. And yes, that is still my goal, and I don't want to lose sight of that.
But for now, I have a real, actual job in entertainment, and in a very exciting field that may just be the wave of the future. Awesome.
Of course, I am still an NBC Page at heart, and I can't even begin to talk about my experiences as a Page right now because there's too much to say. Suffice to say, giving tours, working Leno, Ellen, and wearing the Blue Polyester has been a real trip. And a great experience.
So thanks to everyone for their encouragement. Thanks for everyone who helped me out in the job search process. And good luck to those still looking, because, man, the process is freaking brutal.
Alright, back to work here at NBC.
Back soon with your regularly scheduled blog ...
- that NBC is bringing back Saved By the Bell
- that I am moving back to CT
- that I am renouncing my Judaism
- that I have an illegitimate lovechild
- and DEFINITELY not anything remotely having to do with, um, "Heath Ledger's" comments earlier ...
So what is it?!?!
It is that ...
...
...
I GOT A JOB!!!
Yes, my desperate search is over! I will be working over at Universal Studios, for a brand new department that will soon be a HUGE part of the future of NBC-Universal.
Basically, you may have heard a lot lately about being able to download shows like The Office from I-Tunes, or watching episodes of classic shows on the web, or downloading "Lazy Sunday" from SNL so that you can see what all the fuss is about.
Well, this is the department I'm going to be working in. It's the future, baby, and I'm getting in at the ground level, and I am very excited. Plus, I still get to be a part of a company that has treated me great over the last few years, NBC-Universal, and get to be around a lot of my fellow NBC Page alumni who work in or around Universal. Not to mention I STILL don't have to worry about hour long drives to work and terrible freeway traffic in the morning.
Now yes, still, somewhere in the back of my mind I can't help but think about what else may be out there, and about my ultimate goal of making a living as a writer. And yes, that is still my goal, and I don't want to lose sight of that.
But for now, I have a real, actual job in entertainment, and in a very exciting field that may just be the wave of the future. Awesome.
Of course, I am still an NBC Page at heart, and I can't even begin to talk about my experiences as a Page right now because there's too much to say. Suffice to say, giving tours, working Leno, Ellen, and wearing the Blue Polyester has been a real trip. And a great experience.
So thanks to everyone for their encouragement. Thanks for everyone who helped me out in the job search process. And good luck to those still looking, because, man, the process is freaking brutal.
Alright, back to work here at NBC.
Back soon with your regularly scheduled blog ...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
The Long Con
So some quick thoughts before I pass out from exhaustion ...
-- Tonight's LOST was, easily, the best episode of the season. This was the first Lost in a LONG time where I was glued to the TV the whole time. Even with the Grammys on one channel, the NBA on another, and Veronica Mars (being taped of course) on UPN, this Lost held me captivated for the entire hour. Things HAPPENED. There were twists, turns, and unexpected surprises. The producers took things in a pleasently dark and uncompromising direction, turning Sawyer from a sanitary, FCC-approved and ultimately likable badass into a total, 100 % no-good bastard, a con-man through and through. And the transition worked brilliantly, and for once the flashbacks were actually compelling in their own right and mingled nearly seamlessly with the main plot on the island. If previews are any indication, the writers have finally decided that it's time for business to pick up on the show, and if so I wholeheartedly approve. Great acting all around in this ep. Plot-wise, it's very smart of the writers to recognize that we as viewers are getting sick of Jack, who has become annoyingly self-righteous and whiny. So to see Sawyer put him in his place and assume control of the island was a great turn of the screw. The brilliance is that even as, on the surface, Sawyer becomes the real villain on the island, Jack too becomes a darker character in his insistence on finding the guns on the island. And of course Charlie showed new sides to himself as well. Yeah, it's been a while since I've cared enough about this show to analyze it in this kind of detail. But I'll give 'em credit - this episode gave us something to think about. My grade: A
Quick Hits:
- WHY does it take so long to hear from jobs that one has applied to? Basically it's like this: right now I am either counting down to a new job, or counting down to unemplyment. Either way, it's a matter of weeks for good or ill.
- I hear Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant are writing an episode of the US version of The Office? Hmmm ... could be weird, but these are two of the funniest men on the planet so I have faith that they'll bring the funny. And when is that Ricky Gervais-penned Simpsons episode scheduled for again? At the rate that show is going, it will likely be the best episode in years (though on a sidenote, last Sunday's ep wasn't too bad at all, actually).
- Once again, I need a job.
- I think I may just find a rare blue flower that only grows in remote Himalyan mountainsides, ascend to a remote Tibetan hidaway, present said flower to a warrior-monk who guards the inner fortress, fight off a secret clan of mystical samurai, and earn my right to train as a ninja warrior under the tutelage of a gruff but wise one-legged ninja master, so that I could join his tribe of clandestine ninjitsu urban vigilantes. Yep, I think that that actually WOULD be easier than actually finding a job in the entertainment biz. And the pay is probably better.
- Good talk today given to us Pages from Rick Ludwin, head of all Late Night Programming at NBC. Lots of interesting comments and anecdotes - well worth attending.
- Ok, I'm off to become a ninja-master. End transmission.
-- Tonight's LOST was, easily, the best episode of the season. This was the first Lost in a LONG time where I was glued to the TV the whole time. Even with the Grammys on one channel, the NBA on another, and Veronica Mars (being taped of course) on UPN, this Lost held me captivated for the entire hour. Things HAPPENED. There were twists, turns, and unexpected surprises. The producers took things in a pleasently dark and uncompromising direction, turning Sawyer from a sanitary, FCC-approved and ultimately likable badass into a total, 100 % no-good bastard, a con-man through and through. And the transition worked brilliantly, and for once the flashbacks were actually compelling in their own right and mingled nearly seamlessly with the main plot on the island. If previews are any indication, the writers have finally decided that it's time for business to pick up on the show, and if so I wholeheartedly approve. Great acting all around in this ep. Plot-wise, it's very smart of the writers to recognize that we as viewers are getting sick of Jack, who has become annoyingly self-righteous and whiny. So to see Sawyer put him in his place and assume control of the island was a great turn of the screw. The brilliance is that even as, on the surface, Sawyer becomes the real villain on the island, Jack too becomes a darker character in his insistence on finding the guns on the island. And of course Charlie showed new sides to himself as well. Yeah, it's been a while since I've cared enough about this show to analyze it in this kind of detail. But I'll give 'em credit - this episode gave us something to think about. My grade: A
Quick Hits:
- WHY does it take so long to hear from jobs that one has applied to? Basically it's like this: right now I am either counting down to a new job, or counting down to unemplyment. Either way, it's a matter of weeks for good or ill.
- I hear Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant are writing an episode of the US version of The Office? Hmmm ... could be weird, but these are two of the funniest men on the planet so I have faith that they'll bring the funny. And when is that Ricky Gervais-penned Simpsons episode scheduled for again? At the rate that show is going, it will likely be the best episode in years (though on a sidenote, last Sunday's ep wasn't too bad at all, actually).
- Once again, I need a job.
- I think I may just find a rare blue flower that only grows in remote Himalyan mountainsides, ascend to a remote Tibetan hidaway, present said flower to a warrior-monk who guards the inner fortress, fight off a secret clan of mystical samurai, and earn my right to train as a ninja warrior under the tutelage of a gruff but wise one-legged ninja master, so that I could join his tribe of clandestine ninjitsu urban vigilantes. Yep, I think that that actually WOULD be easier than actually finding a job in the entertainment biz. And the pay is probably better.
- Good talk today given to us Pages from Rick Ludwin, head of all Late Night Programming at NBC. Lots of interesting comments and anecdotes - well worth attending.
- Ok, I'm off to become a ninja-master. End transmission.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
A Post Full of GRAVITAS
What is GRAVITAS?
Well it's basically the word du jour of the moment, and as an avid wordsmith I thought I'd share a little history for those of you who are pop-culture afficianados like myself and may be wondering, "hmm, why did everyone start using that word?" Much like "WMD," "ginormous," and other words that have come into our lexicon in the last few years, gravitas is everywhere now, but unlike other stupid, overused words, gravitas is great. I have gravitas! My blog has gravitas! My new screenplay has gravitas! This Lean Cousine Three-Cheese Ziti is bursting with tasty GRAVITAS, dammit all.
Now here is how I figure this word came to prominence, and surprisingly, this all ties into a little show called 24. Basically, Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer himself, appeared late last year, I believe, on of all things Inside the Actors' Studio with James Lipton. Lipton, as he often does, asked Kiefer a really weird, random question. The question was: "What is your favorite word?" Kiefer thought for a second, and then said, in his badass Jack Bauer voice: "Gravitas."
For some reason, this answer made waves on the internet, and suddenly every entertainment website is using the word gravitas in reference to 24. But something funny happened - suddenly EVERYONE starts using this word, and now it's popping up in news articles, magazines, and random conversations. My opinion: great word, and I aspire to use it more often. And I also find it appropriate that Jack Bauer and the actor who plays him have joined the likes of Bill Walton, Ric Flair, Beavis and Butthead, and other great pop cultural luminaries who have, for better or worse, influenced the words that I say and write. Which is why I now tend to respond to even the most minor of mini-crises by excaliming (sometimes into a fake walkie talkie, no less) "We have a situation!" Jack Bauer would be proud. Or he might look at me, shake his head in disapproval while anxiously checking his watch, and say: "dammit!"
Gravitas. That's what this blog has.
And before I delve into even more 24 stuff, I want to quickly address one comment left on my previous post. No, I don't like Grey's Anatomy, and yes, I can say that without ever having watched it. Why? Because as a general rule I don't like or watch shows set in hospitals. I just don't. I have little interest in watching shows about doctors or their patients. Now, I have heard so many good things about Scrubs that at some point I will really have to check it out, as it seems like one of the few shows on the air right now that I might actually find funny. But, I can't help but think that if the show took place in a seeting that was NOT a hospital, I'd enjoy it more. I mean, why do so many shows have to be in hospitals? They're depressing and horrible, for the most part. And who really likes doctors? No offfense to any doctors out there or anything. So even if they are supposedly quality shows, I have little if any interest, in principle, in watching Grey's Anatomy, House, ER, and all the rest.
Plus, isn't Grey's Anatomy pretty much a chick show?
(Yes, this is coming from the guy who loves Gilmore Girls. Though I see that as more of a geek show that is mistakenly thought of as a chick show.)
So, back to 24:
- This week's TWENTY-FOUR:
Hmm, there's some conventions of this show that everyone has grown to love despite their absurdity. The inevitable mole in CTU, the always-expected Jack vs. CTU lone-wolf vs. procedure conflicts, the over the top Jack torture scenes. Even once annoying characters like Chloe have grown on us, so much so that scenes like last season's Chloe as gun-toting badass phase made us stand up and cheer. But, there is one cliche that I doubt even the most hardcore 24 fans cheer when it pops up like clockwork. I mean, does anyone really want to see MORE storylines about completely random family members of CTU agents who are psycho / criminals / amnesiacs, etc? NO! So I'm sure that many were like me and cringed when Sean Astin got the call from his street thug sister asking for money, and then later when he was beaten up in the parking lot by a bunch of cronies she worked for, who then proceded to STEAL HIS WALLET. Ugh ... I mean, sure, scenes like this have their own degree of camp value, but still ... are they really necessary? How about more fleshed out villains, more focus on other players in the Logan administration, etc? And then, we had the other everpresent reality of 24 -- innocent, waifish looking women are DANGEROUS when they want to exact some sweet, sweet revenge on their tormentors.
Okay, so it sounds like I complained a lot about this episode. And I did. But come on, this is 24. Overall, this was still a pretty damn good episode. Some highlights:
- Whoever played the old Russian computer guy was awesomely evil.
- Good stuff with Logan and his wife.
- Gotta love Edgar's smile when Chloe told him to shut up.
- Interesting, Walt hung (hanged?) himself ... or DID he ...?
- Jack having to refrain from kicking the crap outta the Russian was great.
- John McCain cameo!
- Gravitas!
So yeah, a lot of absurdity, a few unwelcome cliches, but some good setup for the next few episodes, and overall a fun ride: My grade: B
Okay, I think that's about it for now. Still waiting for updates about potential job stuff. Still stressing out about what the next few weeks are going to have in store. And yes, still pondering the mysteries of David Hasslehoff's "Hooked On a Feeling" music video.
Wassupwitdat?
Well it's basically the word du jour of the moment, and as an avid wordsmith I thought I'd share a little history for those of you who are pop-culture afficianados like myself and may be wondering, "hmm, why did everyone start using that word?" Much like "WMD," "ginormous," and other words that have come into our lexicon in the last few years, gravitas is everywhere now, but unlike other stupid, overused words, gravitas is great. I have gravitas! My blog has gravitas! My new screenplay has gravitas! This Lean Cousine Three-Cheese Ziti is bursting with tasty GRAVITAS, dammit all.
Now here is how I figure this word came to prominence, and surprisingly, this all ties into a little show called 24. Basically, Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer himself, appeared late last year, I believe, on of all things Inside the Actors' Studio with James Lipton. Lipton, as he often does, asked Kiefer a really weird, random question. The question was: "What is your favorite word?" Kiefer thought for a second, and then said, in his badass Jack Bauer voice: "Gravitas."
For some reason, this answer made waves on the internet, and suddenly every entertainment website is using the word gravitas in reference to 24. But something funny happened - suddenly EVERYONE starts using this word, and now it's popping up in news articles, magazines, and random conversations. My opinion: great word, and I aspire to use it more often. And I also find it appropriate that Jack Bauer and the actor who plays him have joined the likes of Bill Walton, Ric Flair, Beavis and Butthead, and other great pop cultural luminaries who have, for better or worse, influenced the words that I say and write. Which is why I now tend to respond to even the most minor of mini-crises by excaliming (sometimes into a fake walkie talkie, no less) "We have a situation!" Jack Bauer would be proud. Or he might look at me, shake his head in disapproval while anxiously checking his watch, and say: "dammit!"
Gravitas. That's what this blog has.
And before I delve into even more 24 stuff, I want to quickly address one comment left on my previous post. No, I don't like Grey's Anatomy, and yes, I can say that without ever having watched it. Why? Because as a general rule I don't like or watch shows set in hospitals. I just don't. I have little interest in watching shows about doctors or their patients. Now, I have heard so many good things about Scrubs that at some point I will really have to check it out, as it seems like one of the few shows on the air right now that I might actually find funny. But, I can't help but think that if the show took place in a seeting that was NOT a hospital, I'd enjoy it more. I mean, why do so many shows have to be in hospitals? They're depressing and horrible, for the most part. And who really likes doctors? No offfense to any doctors out there or anything. So even if they are supposedly quality shows, I have little if any interest, in principle, in watching Grey's Anatomy, House, ER, and all the rest.
Plus, isn't Grey's Anatomy pretty much a chick show?
(Yes, this is coming from the guy who loves Gilmore Girls. Though I see that as more of a geek show that is mistakenly thought of as a chick show.)
So, back to 24:
- This week's TWENTY-FOUR:
Hmm, there's some conventions of this show that everyone has grown to love despite their absurdity. The inevitable mole in CTU, the always-expected Jack vs. CTU lone-wolf vs. procedure conflicts, the over the top Jack torture scenes. Even once annoying characters like Chloe have grown on us, so much so that scenes like last season's Chloe as gun-toting badass phase made us stand up and cheer. But, there is one cliche that I doubt even the most hardcore 24 fans cheer when it pops up like clockwork. I mean, does anyone really want to see MORE storylines about completely random family members of CTU agents who are psycho / criminals / amnesiacs, etc? NO! So I'm sure that many were like me and cringed when Sean Astin got the call from his street thug sister asking for money, and then later when he was beaten up in the parking lot by a bunch of cronies she worked for, who then proceded to STEAL HIS WALLET. Ugh ... I mean, sure, scenes like this have their own degree of camp value, but still ... are they really necessary? How about more fleshed out villains, more focus on other players in the Logan administration, etc? And then, we had the other everpresent reality of 24 -- innocent, waifish looking women are DANGEROUS when they want to exact some sweet, sweet revenge on their tormentors.
Okay, so it sounds like I complained a lot about this episode. And I did. But come on, this is 24. Overall, this was still a pretty damn good episode. Some highlights:
- Whoever played the old Russian computer guy was awesomely evil.
- Good stuff with Logan and his wife.
- Gotta love Edgar's smile when Chloe told him to shut up.
- Interesting, Walt hung (hanged?) himself ... or DID he ...?
- Jack having to refrain from kicking the crap outta the Russian was great.
- John McCain cameo!
- Gravitas!
So yeah, a lot of absurdity, a few unwelcome cliches, but some good setup for the next few episodes, and overall a fun ride: My grade: B
Okay, I think that's about it for now. Still waiting for updates about potential job stuff. Still stressing out about what the next few weeks are going to have in store. And yes, still pondering the mysteries of David Hasslehoff's "Hooked On a Feeling" music video.
Wassupwitdat?
Sunday, February 05, 2006
"He's Gonna Feel THAT One In The Morning ..."
Yes, I WAS ready for some football.
Another Superbowl Sunday has come and gone. Have to say that the lack of the PATRIOTS in the big game this year really made me lose a lot of interest in the event. Still, there is something eternally great about sitting around, watching the Superbowl, waiting for the next great commercial, and getting caught up in all the hype. Plus, the great thing about the Superbowl is that it is one of those few events where the men are men and the women are women. For the most part. I know, I know, call me old fashioned. But it's funny how at Superbowl parties everyone kind of divides by gender, and even the most non-football fans amongst the men are called upon to fulfill their sacred duty of planting themselves on the couch, scarfing down chips, and reveling in the sheer awesomeness of watching TV for three straight hours. Let the women discuss the post-game episode of Grey's Anatomy. Like I care about that show. I am a man and I am there to watch other men fight over a ball in a little thing called the SUPERBOWL. For one day at least I want to debate whether both feet were on the line, nod my head at how badly the refs suck, and yes, do the occasional John Madden impression honed from years of playing his videogames. So even if the game is pretty bad, as it was for most of this year's bowl, I love me some Super Sunday. Whoooooo!
So yeah, Seahawks was robbed I tells ya. The refs were blind! That first Steelers TD was BS! Actually, I could really care less about either team, but still, those are my thoughts and I'm sticking to them.
Commercials? Pretty much sucked this year. That Hummer commercial with the Godzilla-style monsters falling in love Brokeback style was amusing, gotta love anything with MONKEYS, and yes, Bud as always had a few semi-amusing spots. But come on, this year's crop of ads was mostly WEAK. Not much in the way of good movie trailers either. Pirates was the same stuff we've already seen in theaters. MI:3 (As those of us who are cool call it ...) looked decent, and Philip Seymour Hoffman will likely rock in full-on evil mode. V for Vendetta of course is probably my most anticipated movie and I cannot wait to see it. But where was Superman, X-3, or anything else "big?" Oh, that's right - Superman is likely gonna SUCK, and X-3 is one giant cluster waiting to happen. Dammit!
Halftime Show - not much to say, really. Rolling Stones did their thing, same thing they've been doing for 40 years since Superbowl One was going on. Yes, it's amazing that these guys can still rock like they do at their ages, but nothing really too exciting here with their performance, other than a really cool stage setup.
Oh yeah, almost forgot to mention Harrison Ford's um, trippy, commercial appearance in that crazy public service ad. Oh how the mighty have fallen (or, in this case, risen, to new HIGHS, if you know what I'm sayin'). Unless Indiana Jones 4 surprises everyoen and kicks tons of ass (that is if it ever actually comes out), it will be sad if "Get Off My Plane!" was the last real career highlight of one Han Solo.
@ WORK
Had one last (?) go at working The Tonight Show on Wednesday, where I was priveleged to see the leader of the Dogg Pound his own bad self, SNOOP DOGG, as both a guest AND performer on Leno. Dogg was funny as always in his interview (speaking of being high, Snoop must be in a constant state of near-nirvana), and hearing his philosophies for raising his kids was pretty funny, if not disturbing (he wants his sons to be playaz - the earlier they start pimping the ladies the better! but his daughter must remain chaste and innocent always! the man has his priorities straight, Sucka!). But man, the Man can rap! Not that I've seen many live rap performances, but Snoop, Nate Dogg, and the rest of the Posse dropped it like it was hot and delivered their ryhmes with uncanny coolness, and it was nothin' but a G thang all up in the Tonight Show, fo' shizzzzzle.
So yeah, was that my swan song at The Tonight Show? Honestly, I don't know. Still waiting to see how a few potential job opportunities pan out, and I won't jinx anything by going into too much detail here. But if those DON'T come through, well, it may be right back to square one. I have really been plugging away though, sending out emails and cover letters and resumes like it's my job. But will I GET a job? That is the sixty-four million dollar question, Jack.
Otherwise, it's more of the grind at NBC. One cool thing - I've been really making an effort lately to read a lot of scripts that I have access to at work, and have gotten to check out a ton of cool projcts both for NBC and competing networks. And for all you fanboys out there, no, I have yet to get my hands on AQUAMAN. But trust me, I've read some sweeeeeeeet sci-fi / action stuff that will likely be way cooler than a show about a man who talks to fish.
Also looking forward to Wed., when the pages will be in attendance at a talk given by Rick Ludwin, head of Late Night programming at NBC. Should be interesting - any man who has the sense to hand Conan the reigns of the Tonight Show is a-okay with me.
ON TV:
Let's rundown the usual suspects:
THE OC - Die, Johnny! DIE! When even the characters on the show who are his friends barely seem to care that he is dead, you know that the character probably sucked. Alright, this episode, with godawful acting and writing, hit the level of being so awful that it was in many way unintentionally amusing. In fact, I actually legit laughed out loud as Johnny fell to his demise (presumed, at least), as Ryan tried in vain to make a last-minute save. And hold the phone, Seth is smoking pot, and hiding it from Summer! And Sandy is doing nothing, and Julie Cooper is pining for Summer's dad, and, and, and , is that a shark jumping I see out there in the horizon? Sorry OC apologists, this show officially sucks, and if I had any semblance of willpower when it comes to episodic drama TV-watching, I would have abandoned this ship long ago. My grade: D
SMALLVILLE - Well, after a disappointing 100th episode, Smallville rebounded a bit this week with a decent ep that had a number of good character moments from almost all of its main players. The Lionel-Lex stuff, as always, was gold. Clark's anger over his father's deat was also pretty well handled. But come on, this is a show about SUPERMAN, give us a PLOT that is WORTHY OF THE MAN OF STEEL! This week's hamfisted story of a Batman-style vigilante in Metropolis, whose use of a secret identity as a mild mannered reporter is supposed to give Clark some inspiration for how to handle his future double life -- well, it was just plain dumb. This is Superman we're talking about- HE is the archtype for all other heroes, so why would he be inspired in the ways of the urban vigilante by some lame Black Canary knockoff? On the other hand, even if the guest star of the week sucked ten kinds of suckiness, I did JUMP OUT OF MY SEAT when I heard the by-God DANNY ELFMAN BATMAN THEME MUSIC playing throughout this episode. Yes! Best music ever, and I wish they could have kept it for Batman Begins. If only it could have been used for an episode featuring a young Bruce Wayne ... Oh well, like I said - good/great character stuff, annoyingly stupid plot. My grade: B
VERONICA MARS: This week's Mars was a return to form after the previous week's slightly ridiculous episode. Great stuff here, as the focus was once again on the main mystery of the bus crash that has been driving this season forward. A vintage Veronica twist in this episode that I totally did not see coming, and lots of interesting clues as to who was the culprit in that crash, as the mystery continues to deepen. Please, I beg of you, WATCH THIS SHOW. I just cannot fathom how this awesomely atmospheric, darkly comical, and consistently well-written, well-acted, mystery show pulls in the ratings it does while freaking Skating With the Stars grabs big numbers. WATCH IT. My grade: A
THE OFFICE: Decent ep this week, but the show still struggles to walk the line between comedy and drama as the British one did so poignantly. The Pam-Jim stuff felt waaay too heavy handed, and Pam crying was too sudden and not built up well at all. I just do not buy that those two are meant for each other, whereas in the British office everyone and their mother was breathlessly watching each week to see what would become of Tim and Dawn. Steve Carell was funny as always, and Rann Wilson is a comic genious. But not as sharp and funny as last week's hilarious ep. My hope for this show is that the writers can stay away from polls and data that tells them to focus more on realtionships and making characters likable and all that crap. Just make it smart, funny, and the rest will follow. My grade: B-
MY NAME IS EARL - Wow, this was actually one of my favorite eps yet, with a nice mix of humor and heart that this show has kind of struggled to achieve so far. I still wish this show was funnier that it is, but I probably laughed more at this ep than I have at any other, and Jason Lee and Ethan Suplee are friggin' great. My grade: A -
OTHER STUFF:
- I must see THE BORAT MOVIE and I must see it NOW! High five! Honestly, I don't think there's anything or anyone that I find funnier right now that that Krazy Khazakstani Kat.
- NACHO LIBRE looks like another potentially hilarious comedy. Jack Black, the guys behind Napoleon Dynamite, and lucha libre wrestling? I fail to see how this could NOT be amazing.
- As far as kickass blockbuster action movies go, V FOR VENDETTA, baby. Could this fianlly be the Alan Moore adaptation that does NOT see the greatest writer ever spinning in his not-yet-dug grave? If early reviews are an indication, this is gonna rock. Hard.
- Amare Stoudamire of the Phoenix Suns is a beast, even if he is on the injured list! That man probably eats men like you for breakfast. And in other NBA news, the Lakers lose to Charlotte and New Orleans / Oklahoma in a span of two days! And I laugh uncontrollably ...
- Countdown to the almighty AEROSMITH CONCERT begins - T-minus two and a half weeks!
- This Friday: The last four episodes of ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!
- It's official: 7000 Hits to the blog and counting! Thanks to all who frequent this site, to random visitors, and to those who simply hit reload on their internet browser over and over again (ie me). So even though I've been hearing "talk" about other, newer, hipper, cooler blogs out there in cyberland ... don't believe the hype - because THIS is the real deal - the one, the only, dannybaram.blogspot.com.
You want some, come get some.
Another Superbowl Sunday has come and gone. Have to say that the lack of the PATRIOTS in the big game this year really made me lose a lot of interest in the event. Still, there is something eternally great about sitting around, watching the Superbowl, waiting for the next great commercial, and getting caught up in all the hype. Plus, the great thing about the Superbowl is that it is one of those few events where the men are men and the women are women. For the most part. I know, I know, call me old fashioned. But it's funny how at Superbowl parties everyone kind of divides by gender, and even the most non-football fans amongst the men are called upon to fulfill their sacred duty of planting themselves on the couch, scarfing down chips, and reveling in the sheer awesomeness of watching TV for three straight hours. Let the women discuss the post-game episode of Grey's Anatomy. Like I care about that show. I am a man and I am there to watch other men fight over a ball in a little thing called the SUPERBOWL. For one day at least I want to debate whether both feet were on the line, nod my head at how badly the refs suck, and yes, do the occasional John Madden impression honed from years of playing his videogames. So even if the game is pretty bad, as it was for most of this year's bowl, I love me some Super Sunday. Whoooooo!
So yeah, Seahawks was robbed I tells ya. The refs were blind! That first Steelers TD was BS! Actually, I could really care less about either team, but still, those are my thoughts and I'm sticking to them.
Commercials? Pretty much sucked this year. That Hummer commercial with the Godzilla-style monsters falling in love Brokeback style was amusing, gotta love anything with MONKEYS, and yes, Bud as always had a few semi-amusing spots. But come on, this year's crop of ads was mostly WEAK. Not much in the way of good movie trailers either. Pirates was the same stuff we've already seen in theaters. MI:3 (As those of us who are cool call it ...) looked decent, and Philip Seymour Hoffman will likely rock in full-on evil mode. V for Vendetta of course is probably my most anticipated movie and I cannot wait to see it. But where was Superman, X-3, or anything else "big?" Oh, that's right - Superman is likely gonna SUCK, and X-3 is one giant cluster waiting to happen. Dammit!
Halftime Show - not much to say, really. Rolling Stones did their thing, same thing they've been doing for 40 years since Superbowl One was going on. Yes, it's amazing that these guys can still rock like they do at their ages, but nothing really too exciting here with their performance, other than a really cool stage setup.
Oh yeah, almost forgot to mention Harrison Ford's um, trippy, commercial appearance in that crazy public service ad. Oh how the mighty have fallen (or, in this case, risen, to new HIGHS, if you know what I'm sayin'). Unless Indiana Jones 4 surprises everyoen and kicks tons of ass (that is if it ever actually comes out), it will be sad if "Get Off My Plane!" was the last real career highlight of one Han Solo.
@ WORK
Had one last (?) go at working The Tonight Show on Wednesday, where I was priveleged to see the leader of the Dogg Pound his own bad self, SNOOP DOGG, as both a guest AND performer on Leno. Dogg was funny as always in his interview (speaking of being high, Snoop must be in a constant state of near-nirvana), and hearing his philosophies for raising his kids was pretty funny, if not disturbing (he wants his sons to be playaz - the earlier they start pimping the ladies the better! but his daughter must remain chaste and innocent always! the man has his priorities straight, Sucka!). But man, the Man can rap! Not that I've seen many live rap performances, but Snoop, Nate Dogg, and the rest of the Posse dropped it like it was hot and delivered their ryhmes with uncanny coolness, and it was nothin' but a G thang all up in the Tonight Show, fo' shizzzzzle.
So yeah, was that my swan song at The Tonight Show? Honestly, I don't know. Still waiting to see how a few potential job opportunities pan out, and I won't jinx anything by going into too much detail here. But if those DON'T come through, well, it may be right back to square one. I have really been plugging away though, sending out emails and cover letters and resumes like it's my job. But will I GET a job? That is the sixty-four million dollar question, Jack.
Otherwise, it's more of the grind at NBC. One cool thing - I've been really making an effort lately to read a lot of scripts that I have access to at work, and have gotten to check out a ton of cool projcts both for NBC and competing networks. And for all you fanboys out there, no, I have yet to get my hands on AQUAMAN. But trust me, I've read some sweeeeeeeet sci-fi / action stuff that will likely be way cooler than a show about a man who talks to fish.
Also looking forward to Wed., when the pages will be in attendance at a talk given by Rick Ludwin, head of Late Night programming at NBC. Should be interesting - any man who has the sense to hand Conan the reigns of the Tonight Show is a-okay with me.
ON TV:
Let's rundown the usual suspects:
THE OC - Die, Johnny! DIE! When even the characters on the show who are his friends barely seem to care that he is dead, you know that the character probably sucked. Alright, this episode, with godawful acting and writing, hit the level of being so awful that it was in many way unintentionally amusing. In fact, I actually legit laughed out loud as Johnny fell to his demise (presumed, at least), as Ryan tried in vain to make a last-minute save. And hold the phone, Seth is smoking pot, and hiding it from Summer! And Sandy is doing nothing, and Julie Cooper is pining for Summer's dad, and, and, and , is that a shark jumping I see out there in the horizon? Sorry OC apologists, this show officially sucks, and if I had any semblance of willpower when it comes to episodic drama TV-watching, I would have abandoned this ship long ago. My grade: D
SMALLVILLE - Well, after a disappointing 100th episode, Smallville rebounded a bit this week with a decent ep that had a number of good character moments from almost all of its main players. The Lionel-Lex stuff, as always, was gold. Clark's anger over his father's deat was also pretty well handled. But come on, this is a show about SUPERMAN, give us a PLOT that is WORTHY OF THE MAN OF STEEL! This week's hamfisted story of a Batman-style vigilante in Metropolis, whose use of a secret identity as a mild mannered reporter is supposed to give Clark some inspiration for how to handle his future double life -- well, it was just plain dumb. This is Superman we're talking about- HE is the archtype for all other heroes, so why would he be inspired in the ways of the urban vigilante by some lame Black Canary knockoff? On the other hand, even if the guest star of the week sucked ten kinds of suckiness, I did JUMP OUT OF MY SEAT when I heard the by-God DANNY ELFMAN BATMAN THEME MUSIC playing throughout this episode. Yes! Best music ever, and I wish they could have kept it for Batman Begins. If only it could have been used for an episode featuring a young Bruce Wayne ... Oh well, like I said - good/great character stuff, annoyingly stupid plot. My grade: B
VERONICA MARS: This week's Mars was a return to form after the previous week's slightly ridiculous episode. Great stuff here, as the focus was once again on the main mystery of the bus crash that has been driving this season forward. A vintage Veronica twist in this episode that I totally did not see coming, and lots of interesting clues as to who was the culprit in that crash, as the mystery continues to deepen. Please, I beg of you, WATCH THIS SHOW. I just cannot fathom how this awesomely atmospheric, darkly comical, and consistently well-written, well-acted, mystery show pulls in the ratings it does while freaking Skating With the Stars grabs big numbers. WATCH IT. My grade: A
THE OFFICE: Decent ep this week, but the show still struggles to walk the line between comedy and drama as the British one did so poignantly. The Pam-Jim stuff felt waaay too heavy handed, and Pam crying was too sudden and not built up well at all. I just do not buy that those two are meant for each other, whereas in the British office everyone and their mother was breathlessly watching each week to see what would become of Tim and Dawn. Steve Carell was funny as always, and Rann Wilson is a comic genious. But not as sharp and funny as last week's hilarious ep. My hope for this show is that the writers can stay away from polls and data that tells them to focus more on realtionships and making characters likable and all that crap. Just make it smart, funny, and the rest will follow. My grade: B-
MY NAME IS EARL - Wow, this was actually one of my favorite eps yet, with a nice mix of humor and heart that this show has kind of struggled to achieve so far. I still wish this show was funnier that it is, but I probably laughed more at this ep than I have at any other, and Jason Lee and Ethan Suplee are friggin' great. My grade: A -
OTHER STUFF:
- I must see THE BORAT MOVIE and I must see it NOW! High five! Honestly, I don't think there's anything or anyone that I find funnier right now that that Krazy Khazakstani Kat.
- NACHO LIBRE looks like another potentially hilarious comedy. Jack Black, the guys behind Napoleon Dynamite, and lucha libre wrestling? I fail to see how this could NOT be amazing.
- As far as kickass blockbuster action movies go, V FOR VENDETTA, baby. Could this fianlly be the Alan Moore adaptation that does NOT see the greatest writer ever spinning in his not-yet-dug grave? If early reviews are an indication, this is gonna rock. Hard.
- Amare Stoudamire of the Phoenix Suns is a beast, even if he is on the injured list! That man probably eats men like you for breakfast. And in other NBA news, the Lakers lose to Charlotte and New Orleans / Oklahoma in a span of two days! And I laugh uncontrollably ...
- Countdown to the almighty AEROSMITH CONCERT begins - T-minus two and a half weeks!
- This Friday: The last four episodes of ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!
- It's official: 7000 Hits to the blog and counting! Thanks to all who frequent this site, to random visitors, and to those who simply hit reload on their internet browser over and over again (ie me). So even though I've been hearing "talk" about other, newer, hipper, cooler blogs out there in cyberland ... don't believe the hype - because THIS is the real deal - the one, the only, dannybaram.blogspot.com.
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