How old am I? Lets just say I get as many people asking me what my major is as I get missives from AARP telling me its not too early to sign up for a pre-need funeral plan. So that puts me somewhere between undergrad and underground.

I decided to treat myself to a movie this weekend and caught Broken Flowers before it left the art house - and why have I lived here all this time and not known that there was an art house within driving distance of my house? I mean I knew it was there, but I didn’t know it was that close to where I live, I could have been going there all this time! Or that it was surrounded by this cute little shopping district? True, everything there closes at 4pm, but still, cute stores full of things I can’t afford and have no where to put even if I could, how could I have missed this? There was a consignment shop that I am going to have to go back and look at the next time I’m free Monday-Saturday 11-4 and all these antique stores and an old fashioned drug store with a lunch counter. How cute is that?

Next week at the art house, they start showing The Aristocrats and I really want to see that. I would much rather go see it while it is in the theatres then wait and have to go rent it and have the rental guy judge me for watching a movie that is made up of many people telling different versions of the same filthy joke. When you go to the cinema to see a film about people tell jokes about screwing kittens, its Art, when you go rent a movie that tells jokes about screwing kittens its pervy. In the past I’ve used that logic as an excuse and I ended up buying a ticket to see Show Girls when I should have waited for it to pick up some Cult appeal and then watched it on tape. I saw it because I wanted to see what a NC17 movie would look like. I should have gone to see a real porno, less story but better acting. My logic isn’t always fool poof.

I did like Broken Flowers but it isn’t going to be named the Feel Good Movie Of The Summer or the fall or even the winter, unless it gets released in Scandinavia and then it will look like a comedy. It seemed a little dry. The over all lesson being that under no circumstances no matter what winds upin your mail box - should you go visit anyone you once upon a time dated because you’ll find out why you haven’t seen them since you stopped seeing each other and then for added fun, at the same time discover why they haven’t made the effort to look you up eather. The acting was top notch but I think the script would have done better served if had been performed on stage in a black box theatre - but if that were the case, I would never have gotten to see it and neither would anyone else, and that would be a shame because it is so good and the performances so spot on, that I will forgive the stagey-ness and suggest you go see it.


Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday, dear Meeeeeee!
Happy Birthday to Meeeeee!