Stuff I've been thinking but can't quite muster the attention to make a whole post about. I always hate it when the newspaper columnists do this, but hey, nobody's paying me to do this, so I'll slack if I want to.
Sweet Jesus but that Alvin and the Chipmunks movie looks horrible. Every time we see an ad on Nickelodeon or the Disney Channel, the kids just shake their heads. I'm guessing Jason Lee signed up for this before My Name is Earl became a hit.
My Lovely Wife and I watched Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang the other night. What a great movie! Robert Downey Jr. is fantastic, and Val Kilmer is doing that charming wiseass thing he did so well in Top Secret and Real Genius and then forsook for some reason. I think it's probably pretty tough to pull off a noir comedy, but they did it. (well, I guess Tarantino tries, but I'm still mad at him about Death Proof.) It's not a parody, though. Probably the best noir movie I've seen since The Limey, which is also a fantastic movie but not really funny.
Looking through US Magazine the other day on the can (Jessica: tortured by regret!), I looked through the love lives of the stars feature and was pleased to see Neal Patrick Harris pictured with his boyfriend. I don't know why, but it seemed like a big step--this couple was just pictured on the page with all the other celebrity couples without any big hoopla. Cool.
Speaking of NPH, it strikes me that pretty much any high school drama club has more out gay actors than Hollywood. Besides NPH, you've got Alan Cumming, Rupert Everett (I think. I always get him confused with somebody else. Kind of like how I made two actors into Dylan McDermott Mulroney in my mind and now I can never tell them apart.), Ian McKellan, and...I'm done. I guess Kevin Spacey and Jodie Foster are kind of semi-out. Portia DeRossi and Ellen Degeneres. Uh...I mean, it's kind of weird, when you think about it. Seems like this most liberal industry is going to be one of the last places where people--well, men at least-- feel safe coming out.
I finished The Subtle Knife and have begun The Amber Spyglass, and I still feel like these novels are cold. I was unmoved by the deaths. I will probably plow through The Amber Spyglass out of sheer crankiness, but I don't know. I just want to like these books more than I actually do. I guess they just inspire more respect than love. At least for me.
I've stopped using images here because I'm a lazy bastard and also I felt bad about my, uh, unauthorized use of copyrighted works. It's not like I've gotten any cease and desist letters or anything, but since I make my living from copyright, it seems like bad karma to ignore somebody else's.
