Archive for the ‘Reminiscing’ category

Back in My Day…

August 17th, 2006

Am I getting old or is the world just changing faster than I can keep up? Last weekend, Swedish Girl and I went out for some drinks and appetizers and wanted to catch a movie – My Super Ex-Girlfriend, to be exact. I’m a fan of Luke Wilson, Rainn Wilson, and I don’t mind Uma Thurman. I had seen the trailer and I was game. It seemed like a decent 90-minute comedic diversion. I even had two free cinema passes given to my by my boss, so I was looking forward to a good night. Unfortunately, the mulitplex didn’t cooperate.

I was shocked and horrified to find out that, after lasting less than three weeks (JUST 3 WEEKS!), MSEG was pushed out of the theater. I stood there, incredulous, checking and double-checking both movie boards inside the cinema, as well as the big board outside. Gone. And later on, I checked on line and it’s only playing in two distant cinemas. And I’m not about to drive 30 to 45 minutes for a movie.

Is it just my rose-colored memory, or did movies used to stick around a lot longer years ago? Even really bad movies were guaranteed one or two months at the cinema. Guaranteed. And good movies stuck around for three months. Weren’t Forrest Gump and Pulp Fiction around for half the year? What has happened over the last decade? I realize that this is a billion-dollar industry and cinemas want to have the hottest, latest movies, but this is ridiculous.

I’ve never felt pressured to hurry to the theater to see a movie within 10 or 12 days for fear that it will be pulled. Didn’t It’s Pat: The Movie even get a longer stay back in 1994? Maybe I’m just whining about nothing. Maybe this is yet another consequence of the fast-paced, attention deficit disorder, MTV generation. Maybe this is what we now get in the DVD era, where producers and movie studios don’t care about long box office runs and it’s only the opening weekend that really matters. However you define it, it makes me feel a bit old.

Smith & Roeper?

August 14th, 2006

Let me preface this by saying that I made a conscious decision some years ago to stop watching Siskel & Ebert. I enjoyed the show and I found the hosts personable, engaging, intelligent, and thoughtful. I also enjoyed their chippy banter. These were award-winning journalists from rival Chicago newspapers and I got the feeling they only played nice for the camera. If it was an act, then I bought it. I never watched the show regularly, mostly because it was always on at the worst time, something like 11:30 pm on Sunday nights. I’d catch it now and then, but eventually found it affecting my movie fun. I had to cut Gene and Roger loose in order to walk into the cinema fresh and enjoy a movie on my terms.

I was flipping through the channels on Saturday afternoon and came across Ebert & Roeper . Hats off to Roger Ebert for being able to keep the franchise alive after the death of his co-host, Gene Siskel. However, Ebert has been in declining health over the last several years and the franchise is in doubt once more. I tuned into the show over the last couple of weekends and saw Ebert and Roeper reviewing movies and thought nothing was up. But when I tuned in on Saturday, I saw Kevin Smith sitting in Roger’s chair.

Now I love Kevin Smith. I still haven’t checked out Clerks II, but I do admire the guy. While I think it would be cool to have a different director sit in to co-host the show every so often, I missed Roger and I hope he’s back soon. Smith did a fine job, had a good rapport with Roeper, and appeared to be a TV natural. Nonetheless, seeing someone else sitting in Roger’s chair was sad. I know he won’t be around forever, and the franchise might continue, but it’s just not the same.

Don’t Call it A Comeback

June 14th, 2006

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

I’m still here.  Still kicking.  Just trying to culminate some Diatribe-worthy material.  There are rumors of another pub crawl.  This might go down in about three weeks and IF I partake, and IF I survive, then I’ll try to share some misadventures and maybe some pics.  That’s all I have for now.  Sorry.  Work has been crazed and Swedish Girl and I are apartment hunting.  I’m paying for my relatively relaxing summer of 2005.   

I’ll leave you with an incomplete thought of mine over the last couple of weeks – friends are a strange and interesting concept.  Make that friends and frienship.  Think of your friends and how you met them.  Most friends are either classmates or former classmates; college roommates or former college roommates; co-workers or former co-workers; and people you met through your existing friends. 

None of this is groundbreaking, but I was reminiscing about Captain Larby and LTJ and all the people I’ve met through them.  Larby was my college roommate and I met LTJ through him.  Larby met LTJ through his later college roommates.  In turn, Larby met Mrs. Larby through LTJ.  Now what if Larby and LTJ had never met?  A-ha!

I met my former roommate J.Lee through a roommate ad she posted on line.  Years later, she met her now husband, JC, on match.com.  One day, while they were out shopping in Boston, they ran into JC’s friend, Swedish Girl.  The rest is history.  Now what if I had not chosen J.Lee’s apartment as the one to move into back in 2001?  Or what if she had never found JC’s profile on line? 

So much of our love and happiness is dependent on our friends, our connections.  I suppose it’s all part of the master plan.  I hate to say it, but it’s the universe’s way of paying it forward.  Just pause for a few moments and think about how you met your friends or significant other.  So many little details had to allign perfectly at the right time and place.  Karma, right Earl?

I’m not even supposed to be here today

May 3rd, 2006

Clerks II will be released soon in a theater near you.  When I first heard this news, I was both excited and dismayed.  I kind of pity writer/creator/director/actor Kevin Smith for what I perceive as a creative drought and the feeling that he has to go back to the well one more time.  I’ll plunk down my $10 and watch Clerks II.  You can count on it.  But that’s more because of nostalgia than anything else.  I saw the trailer last week and I was embarrassed.  I turned to Swedish Girl and asked if she had ever seen Clerks.  She had not and after seeing this trailer, it was impossible to try to convince her that the 1994 Clerks was a work of low-budget, independent filmmaking cinematic near-perfection.

The original Jersey Trilogy (Clerks, Mallrats, and Chasing Amy) has grown and now sort of includes Dogma, Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back, and Clerks IIStrike Back was bigger budget and purposely over the top; it was a fitting way to (as Smith reported) retire the Jersey Series, especially Jay and Silent Bob.  While I was sad to see the end of the series and all the characters I loved (not just Jay and Silent Bob; Brody was probably my favorite), I agreed that it was a good idea.  I remember Smith saying that he wanted to move on, mature, grow, and create other characters.  I still haven’t seen Jersey Girl, but I’m told I’m not missing much.  Maybe he peaked with his first film much like Pearl Jam peaked with their first album.

I get too invested in the things that I chose to let entertain me.  This includes TV shows, movies, musicians, sports teams, etc.  So, my primary concern is that Clerks II is going to muddy the absolute genius of the original.  All these teenagers now were in kindergarten when the original hit the theaters and they won’t understand the impact of the original.  The trailer is supposed to contain the best lines and funniest moments of a film, but this one just made me cringe.  Perhaps what they say is true – you can’t go home again. 

With that said, maybe Roger Clemens shouldn’t return to the Red Sox afterall…

Backtracking

April 11th, 2006

I’ve written before how I avoided seeing Closer with my girlfriend to preserve the relationship.  After seeing the movie alone more than a year later, I decided I was right.  That movie, while compelling and haunting, left me feeling depressed and dirty.  While channel surfing last night, I rediscovered long-buried thoughts that might actually prove my hypothesis. 

I came across a Mad About You marathon on Nick at Nite.  I have to admit, I watched that show back in the day.  I don’t even know why – because I was never a fan of Paul Reiser, Helen Hunt has always annoyed me (and sometimes repulsed me), the supporting characters were ugly and clingy, and let’s face it, it was pretty much a chick show.  So why the hell did I watch it?  It probably had a strong lead-in on NBC’s daunting 1990s Must-See TV lineup, not to mention sparse competition.

Anyway, last night I ended up watching the pilot episode and the clever cross-over episode guest staring Michael Richards as Kramer.  While watching, I drifted off to a time almost exactly 10 years earlier when I used to watch the show with my girlfriend.  The MAY storyline in the spring of 1996 was that Paul Buchman was cheating on Jamie or was thinking about cheating on her because she kissed a coworker.  This was material which I now deem inappropriate for a couple to watch together, yet we watched it. 

We were already on shaky footing due to a couple of breakups, our latest re-start had occured under dubious conditions, and we were just trying to get through a rough period and hopefully make it through to the other side.  She was probably trying harder than I to make things work and (cliche warning) if I knew then what I know now, things would have turned out differently.  Looking back, it seems so simple what a wiser course of action would have been.  (devil’s advocate warning) Then again, what happened was meant to happen because we acted age-appropriately. 

Even though we watched that several-episode-long story arc of Paul and Jamie’s marital problems and vowed that nothing like that would ever happen to us, we broke up less than a month later.  The power of suggestion is a mighty thing and I’m not saying that a TV dramedy directly led to the end of my first real relationship.  I’m just saying that these days, I’m all about remaining positive, upbeat, and cheery.