I started things at the wrong times, scratched things, generally forgot to start movies. I still have nightmares that I have forgotten to start films and need to thread a bunch immediately. There's nothing like disappointing hundreds of people and always being on the verge of it.

Reel-to-reel gives me nightmares. Platters only give you one time to mess up, more or less.

I projected film at the wrong time, just before the switch. I liked the movies, hated little things like oil and light and aspect ratio. We used the the three platter system, had a wide variety of sound formats to switch on and off. It was like being a mechanic at McDonald's. I really enjoyed getting to see almost…

You'll get all the hits!

As King Fincher Halts and Catches Fire

In vain. Just, in vain.

The Baroness is pretty evil, but the Baron Krauss von Espy just loved dogs.

The epitome of Lou Diamond Phillips to me is him and Kiefer Sutherland yelling at each other and jumping on subway cars. *looks it up* Renegades. They looked tough. They could die at any second. They cussed. Where was the tenderness in their world? There was none. They wore leather jackets.

I may have had it on easy. I may have worked on it all day and waited until the next day to drag it out. I was renting it and planning to buy.

I was so disappointed by the SNES ROTJ. The entire thing was an Ewok death to me, because I beat it in a day after their ESB being extremely hard yet fun and rewarding.

I see burnout in cooperatives again and again. Everyone starts idealistic, and feed off each other's energy, but no funds and little support outside the core group eventually kneecap that fellow-feeling. Meanwhile, moneyed behemoths grind on with no sense of tact or taste.

I read Dylan Thomas' biography (the one by Paul Ferris) knowing almost nothing about the man. It was entertaining, and seemed to be positing that his alcoholism was an act and his real compulsion was owing money to people and performing conversationally (I realize it couldn't really posit this seriously, but that was…

Goodbye Montypark. Sorry to see you go.

I wanted the novel's terror-geekery and didn't get into the wonder-schmaltz of the movie, though I loved some of the sequences.

It would be a post-apocalyptic movie for them, though.

Did we really see that? I feel the Ian Malcolm book precedent clearly means armless Nick Fury if they have a million dollars laying around.

American Psycho

Beyonce in Jezzy Belle.
An influential feminist essayist in bell hooks
The wife of whoever founded AT&T in Ma Bell.
The wife of Glenn Campbell in Campbell.
The woman who invented yoga balls in Belle of the Ball.

One if by land, two if by sea.

On another site I saw a mention that they recently are reshooting/shooting some more. It's a common practice with blockbusters regardless of quality, but hopefully these little underdogs will pull through.