Mel Brooks once said something like – “tragedy is when I prick my finger, comedy is when you fall into a ditch.” Now imagine a massive on line catalog of said mishaps. Well it’s here. Check out Darwin Awards.
Their charter – “The Darwin Awards salute the improvement of the human genome by honoring those who accidentally kill themselves in really stupid ways. Harsh? A bit. Funny? Oh, hell yeah.
Thanks to Todd for sharing this one.
If there is one scourge that trumps hangovers or fresh stitches, it is Monday. This Monday was different, because the requested and recently polished materials are in the mail, dashing towards a prospective agent at the speed of postman.
Note to mail person – Run you postal carrier, run!
My nerves and this blog return to normal Tuesday.
September/October releases are the bowels of cinema, a time for leftovers ditched by the studios. Often denied marketing dollars, distribution or any semblance of decency; each year they march to screens like lemmings.
As a service, I offer these movie viewlets. Shorter than their full length counterpart, they deliver the essence of a film review in a fraction of the time. Because if the studios don’t give it their undivided attention – why should ticket buyers?
1) Friday Night Lights � MTV vs. football. Viewers lose.
2) Woman Thou Art Loosed � powerful, well written and timely. How the hell did this ever get released? It’s a keeper in limited release.
3) Garden State � Brilliant, topical and stars lesser known and up and comers. A stunning debut by director Zach Braff. The Jersey film of the decade. Touches on the big themes – life, death, love and Xanax.
4) Cellular � Poke your eyes out instead.
5) Without a Paddle � Lots of fun, decent story, good cast, stupid title. It’s a comic adventure about three boys brought together by a death, trying to recapture their childhood. Rent to own, own to rent or see it now!
All in all, not a bad September/October for movies. Sorta.
Normally I don’t blog about writing two entries in a row, but a request from an agent arrived for The Ridge Runner today via post.
The day went to touch up work for the requested pages; Saturday for double checking them. I don’t pray much, but when that package goes out Monday morning, it’s Hail Mary time.
Here’s to karma.