Friday, May 29, 2009

estate sales and missed connections

from dallas craigslist, this made me smile:


Estate Sale, Cute Red Head - m4w - 24 (East Dallas)

I've never done the whole missed connection thing on here before, but decided to give it a shot after seeing you yesterday at an estate sale off Richmond. It was in the early morning around 7:45 or 8 and you were the cute head I spotted- you had a really cool '50s look and since you were at an estate sale, I clearly figured you're into nostalgia, which is rare to find in a girl. I talked a little with you when I first saw you, and then I saw you again in the line behind me (I had a book shelf and an old Philco radio)- I wanted to say something more but honestly couldn't think of anything. However I'd love the chance to meet up again, so if you see this, don't hesitate to drop me a line!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Was Dennis Quaid on coke when he made The Big Easy?

Just wondering. He's just so durn skinny in this movie. But you gets to see his bum! Yes, he looks amazingly muscular...but just a leeeetle strung out. Dennis! Why you gotta be like that? Still, I love when every actor in a movie commits to a local dialect. It's a funny/awkward/strained/valiant effort. So Dennis, I applaud your effort to sound Cajun. It's difficult, but you even came off as sexy doing it. It helped that you had your shirt off a lot.

I don't know about the cult classic part, but I enjoyed the music and Ellen Barkin's horrible, horrible outfits. I guess when your legs are that good, you can really do anything.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

"Edieeeeee!"


I just watched HBO's version of Grey Gardens. For some reason I was upset when I first heard about this, well, not remake. I guess a "behind-the-scenes" version of the cult classic documentary. I hate the term "cult classic." I guess the whole Grey Gardens thing just makes me sad. I mean, it's this tragic, once-glamorous family and house and history that has completely let itself to ruin and humiliation. The documentary is basically an exploitation of their unfulfilled dreams and cat-infested home. Isn't everyone really just laughing at Little Edie as she does her sad song-and-dance routine for David Maysles? The mother wasn't that good a singer either. Even if Edie had gone to New York and auditioned for the Broadway producer, would she have really made it?

I guess we'll never know. And I don't doubt that the Maysles brothers really cared for them. At least, I hope they did. But I just can't help but feel sorry for every subject of a documentary. It always seems like people are laughing at them, not with them.

However, I think Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange did a pretty good job. Beautiful costumes, of course. Daniel Baldwin, props to you, too. I don't really buy the hunky-dory "I'm sorry, no, I'm sorry!" ending with mother and daughter. And when Edie performs her cabaret routine at the closing credits (apparently in real life, too) is it tragic? Or is it redemption? I'm still undecided.