Sun And Rain

So I had a little rain fall on my day, but I'd rather have a good script for the chick at ICM. Len told me I should get it to her by next weekend, so she can read it then.

However, the Sun has returned to the Southland, and it's been absolutely gorgeous. Not too hot, but sunny and breezy and beautiful. If it were like this all year round--kinda the way it is in Northern California, as a matter of fact--I'd be a very happy camper. As it is, I'm enjoying the Great Outdoors with only a single application of SPF 30 all over my body.

Darin, Fernando, and I went out to see a sneak preview last night. We almost didn't get into the sneak preview, because of various snafus here and there--including one where I found myself in line with a guy who was talking about how the most recent Sabrina didn't compare with the original because movie stars today have no class; I was about to turn around and say, "When was the last time you saw the original Sabrina, which, as you clearly don't remember, is unbearable and clearly inferior to the modern version?" when I saw Darin and Fernando waving to me from the head of the line. So I went up there and avoided confrontation, choosing to go into the theatre instead.

Now, I happen to take those little waiver forms I sign fairly seriously--I'm not going to tell you anything about the movie, other than the marketers were showing the movie twice last night, because they were test-marketing two different endings.

The forms we had to fill out were full of questions about the ending. Even if I hadn't already guessed that there were two different endings, the form would have given it away.

I almost didn't get to the ending, because a little rain entered the sunshine of getting to see a free movie.

Mr. Rain sat in the seats behind us and I came reeeeaaalllly close to Manslaughter 1. Mr. Rain kept commenting on the movie throughout, which I cannot abide (unless the movie is so bad that the entire audience is into commenting on it). Yeah, I know we didn't pay for this movie, but we're still in a goddamn movie theatre so shut the fuck up already.

What he was commenting on was the most annoying part. He kept pointing out all the story elements he thought were significant, or guessing out loud where the story was going. After a scene in which it's heavily established that one character has a trust fund and is incredibly wealthy, there's another scene in which the main character says he wants to kill this rich character. Mr. Rain says, "Ooo, for the insurance." He totally missed the part about the trust fund. He also didn't seem to understand that trust funds are usually a little more lucrative than insurance.

Or one character makes a phone call, and the main character finds out about it, so he picks up the phone. Mr. Rain: "Redial!" I felt like patting him on the head and saying, "Veeeeery good, Timmy. Next week we'll review 'foreshadowing.'"

This is why Len keeps telling us that we have to remember: This is moviemaking for 8 year olds. This guy in the seats behind us--whom I finally told to be quiet, and he was after that--could not follow the plot of what was an extremely easy to follow movie, and this was just a regular guy.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

4.8 miles, and they were hard. I had to walk the remaining .5 home. I'm worried I'll never do 5 again--how could I have gotten so out of shape with only three days off?