So Stacey and I are still homeless. We were supposed to move into our new house today, but the bank dropped the ball and didn't get the mortgage ready in time. And they're apparently just now discovering that we spent a lot of money last year on a movie, and they don't seem to be happy about that. Well, somebody had to finance Interplanetary, right?
Anyway, we moved out of our tiny, crappy apartment and into this ridiculous old, slightly creepy three-story mansion. I'm not even kidding. I say "slightly creepy" because the house constantly makes this weird high-pitched moan-y sound. I assume it is an airflow thing and not the sad whispers of the damned.
The real estate mess has slowed down post-production on Interplanetary, so it looks like I won't make the March 15th deadline as recently promised. But Ted speaker wants to do some additional audio mixing (which will be good) weekend after next, so it's for the best. The new deadline is... you know what? There is no new deadline. I'm not gonna mention finishing the movie again until it's finished.
It ain't all bad, though. Stacey and I visited Atlanta recently. Atlanta still sucks, but sometime Interplanetary cinematographer Jimbo lives there now, so that's nice. And Jimbo took me to an awesome Atlanta beer store, where I purchased a few bottles of awesome Brooklyn Pale Ale, and I'm drinking one of those bottles at the moment.
Don't drink and blog, kids. Do as I say, not as I do.
As for movies that Stacey and I didn't finance, Watchmen is in theaters now, and you should go see it. I've seen it twice and will return for a third viewing later this week. Reviews and word-of-mouth have been mixed, and I will admit it isn't perfect, but Watchmen has really stuck with me unlike any movie I've seen since... well, I can't remember when. I was somewhat skeptical when the flick was pitched as the work of "visionary" director Zack Snyder, but the guy definitely made his own movie, one that doesn't pander to much of anybody. That Warner Bros. gave him $100 million to make a long, weird, violent, and often batshit-crazy superhero movie that doesn't pander much to anybody is some kind of Tinseltown miracle.
And I'm going to go ahead and say Jackie Earl Haley's portrayal of "Rorschach" in Watchmen is just as good as Ledger's "Joker" in the last Batman movie. And Haley's working inside a full mask most of the time. One hand tied behind his back, as it were.
Okay, enough rambling for tonight. Catch Watchmen at a theater near you. I'm going to get back to work on Interplanetary.
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> So Stacey and I are still homeless.
Don't even joke about that! These things actually happen, you know, and the way we're going now . . .
> Anyway, we moved out of our tiny, crappy apartment and into this ridiculous old, slightly creepy three-story mansion.
Awesome! I know what you should do -- make a movie!
> I say "slightly creepy" because the house constantly makes this weird high-pitched moan-y sound.
Okay, that could cause an audio problem, but I have a "work around." All the dialogue should be dubbed. And it should be dubbed in a deliberately poor way, so everyone will think it's funny, like an old Cinemax soft-core porno, and that way you won't have to worry about trying to actually make it look good.
he IS right, you know.
Sorry if anyone took offense at my use of the word "homeless." I guess I should have said "between homes." I certainly wasn't making fun of the less fortunate. I know that Stacey and I are lucky to have good friends who'll let us crash with them. And we're lucky to have good day jobs. But I doubt I'm the only person frustrated with the banking industry these days. I mean, didn't we just bail those guys out with piles of our tax money with the expectation that they would, you know, start lending money again?
If your haunted mansion doesn't work out, we have the haunted basement. It's more serial killer creepy than ghost creepy so that might not be a bonus. Just bring a machete ...
Lisa
We're spending a few days in the La Quinta Inn now. Free HBO and internet, no ghouls!
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