the late night movie club

irreversible

one of the things i like about ali is she doesnt like to miss out on anything.

its not like shes down for whatever but she is a native los angeleno

thus she knows the wide breadth and depth to all the unique things that can do down here

and she doesnt wanna hear about it in the morning at the water cooler

she wants to have lived it.

shes disappointed at me with my ubering because it means that i am not readily available

for whims and last minute happenings and i dont blame her.

a person should pride themselves on the amount of qualities they have

and flexibility and spontaneity are certainly admirable traits

flushed down the commode whenever one says at say 10pm sorry im in burbank

seeing if i can get lucky while idling in a del taco parking lot.

so i made a new goal of only ubering for a few hours after work

so that i could get home at a reasonable hour and watch a movie almost every night

so i could be better at my actual job.

sunday night i screened Bette Davis and Marilyn Monroe in All About Eve

why? because our audience loves old movies and it wouldnt suck if i knew a few more things about the classics.

the film was fine, there were some plot twists, and bette wasnt bad,

and there were some terrific lines for sure.

but whatever meh.

last night i wanted the polar opposite of that so i watched Irreversible

the 2002 french mystery tripout brutality flick that kept me awake all night

and ruined any plan to watch a movie tonight.

cuz holy smokes it was like eating spicy hot peppers and watering it down with jack daniles

except you chew and drink with your eyes and ears and

what the holy hell!

when youre up in universal you never really know where anyone is

jessicaso after she beeped me i called her and said hi its uber, just verifying where you are are you at the sheraton

she was all yeah but in front of the silver ballroom

which was exactly where i was approaching.

i saw two young ladies with little skirts talking to each other. they had numbers on their shirts.

i looked them in the eye as i drove towards them as if to ESP them: i am your driver?

and then from behind them another young lady with a skirt and a number appears

walking with purpose. to me. and gets in.

she was dismayed.

it was an audition to be a character at the amusement park.

she would be covered from head to knee in a costume of a despicable me minion.

for some reason she didnt know that that was the case, and it didnt pay well

and she would not be able to let the world know how cute she is

thus her ascension to superstardom would be limited.

at this point i would normally dole out busbloggerly advice

but i just listened and tried not to talk.

i talk to much.

she was very sad and texted on her phone as i played the new digitally remastered Police box set

and then realizing she probably had no clue what we were listening to, i switched over to Ke$ha

i have an amazing Ke$ha playlist on rdio.

finally i said, go with your heart

some people would say youve gotta start somewhere

but read Steve Martin’s book, born standing, he started at Disneyland when it first opened

wasnt really feeling it and switched over to Knotts Berry Farms and took off.

trust your gut, live for the day, reach for the stars,

dont do drugs, stay in school

bless this mess

semper fi

and then bye