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random brainbox stuff
I certainly don't live in the middle of nowhere. But I do have to drive through a lot of farmer's fields on my way to work. This morning that meant that I got to scare a youngish, gangly deer! It was feeding in one of those fields, pretty near the road, and when I drove past it, thankfully it ran the other way. I've crashed into one deer in my life (although I'll always maintain it crashed into me) and I am glad I did not have a repeat of that incident. Also, the deer had enormous floppy ears that bounced when it ran!
Then I got to the stoplight nearest my office building and as I'm sitting there waiting for the light to change, Amy Pond walked past me. OK, so it wasn't Amy, but from the neck up it totally was. Looked like Karen, had the exact same color hair in a pony tail, and best of all, these giant light green plastic-framed sunglasses, which looked exactly like something Amy would pick. Made me smile anyway.
Stayed up late last night watching this movie from 1965 called "Inside Daisy Clover." Totally fascinating, hypnotizing look at what Hollywood does to its young stars. It starred Natalie Wood as the young (she goes from 15-17, even though she was 26 at the time) year old starlet, Robert Redford was the jaded star who befriends, and eventually marries her, Christopher Plummer was her producer or agent, or the guy who was pulling her strings, and Roddy McDowell was his assistant/secretary. Now at least two of those people know a great deal about being a child star in Hollywood. I came in in the middle of it, so I'm not completely sure what started all this, but eventually the starlet and the star get married and they end up in this fleabag Arizona motel for their wedding night (it's pretty clear from all the time she spent on his boat wrapped in a sheet while he stands around with his top pants button undone that it's NOT the first time they had sex, but we're supposed to think that's the case). She's tired, he carries her into the room, and then stands around looking broody for a while, and this thought popped into my head from nowhere. I found myself thinking
"This is that scene where the new young innocent bride finds out her husband is a closeted homosexual."
And guess what?!
I am fascinated by this, and would like to know what made me think that as there weren't any obvious clues up to that point about the star's "secret." Probably just watched one too many movie where wedding nights = confession time or something...
When she wakes up the next morning, he's gone, and the Producer has to come and pick her up and they have this scene (in which Christopher Plummer acts his ass off) at his house where he tells her that The Star does this all the time, and that he's always leaving women for men, and then leaving men for women, and whatnot. I think The Star even had an affair with The Producer's wife, which The Producer doesn't seem all that fussed about. But anyway, it struck me as an amazing scene for a movie from 1965.
And the whole thing is all ALL about public personal vs. reality, and the bargains you have to make to live a public life (or any authentic life actually I suppose), and I just couldn't stop watching. The scene where she cracks up in the soundproof booth doing early ADR work and they cut back and forth between the control booth (with sound) and the other booth (without sound) is just freaking chilling ...
And Roddy McDowell was a creepy little sod.
It's no wonder that then I went to bed and had weird dreams!
And that's my brain on this -- um, whatever day of the week it is -- I'm so clueless :D
Then I got to the stoplight nearest my office building and as I'm sitting there waiting for the light to change, Amy Pond walked past me. OK, so it wasn't Amy, but from the neck up it totally was. Looked like Karen, had the exact same color hair in a pony tail, and best of all, these giant light green plastic-framed sunglasses, which looked exactly like something Amy would pick. Made me smile anyway.
Stayed up late last night watching this movie from 1965 called "Inside Daisy Clover." Totally fascinating, hypnotizing look at what Hollywood does to its young stars. It starred Natalie Wood as the young (she goes from 15-17, even though she was 26 at the time) year old starlet, Robert Redford was the jaded star who befriends, and eventually marries her, Christopher Plummer was her producer or agent, or the guy who was pulling her strings, and Roddy McDowell was his assistant/secretary. Now at least two of those people know a great deal about being a child star in Hollywood. I came in in the middle of it, so I'm not completely sure what started all this, but eventually the starlet and the star get married and they end up in this fleabag Arizona motel for their wedding night (it's pretty clear from all the time she spent on his boat wrapped in a sheet while he stands around with his top pants button undone that it's NOT the first time they had sex, but we're supposed to think that's the case). She's tired, he carries her into the room, and then stands around looking broody for a while, and this thought popped into my head from nowhere. I found myself thinking
"This is that scene where the new young innocent bride finds out her husband is a closeted homosexual."
And guess what?!
I am fascinated by this, and would like to know what made me think that as there weren't any obvious clues up to that point about the star's "secret." Probably just watched one too many movie where wedding nights = confession time or something...
When she wakes up the next morning, he's gone, and the Producer has to come and pick her up and they have this scene (in which Christopher Plummer acts his ass off) at his house where he tells her that The Star does this all the time, and that he's always leaving women for men, and then leaving men for women, and whatnot. I think The Star even had an affair with The Producer's wife, which The Producer doesn't seem all that fussed about. But anyway, it struck me as an amazing scene for a movie from 1965.
And the whole thing is all ALL about public personal vs. reality, and the bargains you have to make to live a public life (or any authentic life actually I suppose), and I just couldn't stop watching. The scene where she cracks up in the soundproof booth doing early ADR work and they cut back and forth between the control booth (with sound) and the other booth (without sound) is just freaking chilling ...
And Roddy McDowell was a creepy little sod.
It's no wonder that then I went to bed and had weird dreams!
And that's my brain on this -- um, whatever day of the week it is -- I'm so clueless :D