OMG HE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME OMG OMG
OMG HE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME OMG OMG
Latest Painting In Progress - “Tauriel” (Acrylic / Gesso on Red Oak)
Haiiir! Losing light here, not a great representation of colors right now - they look much better in person, promise! Better pic in the morning :)
That’s all for today - Finishing tomorrow. Thanks for the kind words!
Here’s a sneak peek at our upcoming MP3 commentary for our most “not in Kansas anymore” riff ever, “The Wizard of Oz” - out this Friday!
This was a preposterous amount of fun.
"Raggedy Man, Goodnight" Update:
Almost there - ready for varnishing. You watch those colors fly!
UGH! James need to stop being so awesome. Can’t take it!
"will you marry me?"
How boring it would be
to wait 2 or 3 years
for a new season of Sherlock
if our fandom wasn’t so fucking insane
We’d all sort of just be like
Instead of like
Our commentary track for The Wizard of Oz comes out on Friday. We’re more excited than a squadron of flying monkeys!
I still haven’t slept fully through the night since seeing for the first time the witch’s mocking “Auntie Em, Auntie Em!” when I was seven.
Dear Abby, 16 December 2013:DEAR ABBY: I recently went on a first (and last) date with a “gentleman.” He ordered himself a beer and a prime rib dinner. He never asked me if I wanted anything to eat or drink. As flabbergasted as I was, I have a theory: Men today are different from those of the…
I always prefer to name my favorite film experiences. I can’t separate the film from the context in which I saw it. Seeing a preview of Raiders of the Lost Ark in a tiny theater in Madison was as fantastic as it sounds. Seeing Broken Blossoms in an old Polish theater tent in Sodankyla Finland with a full orchestra during a thunderstorm was, and I never use this word lightly, awesome. Seeing Waking Ned Devine in the coral-walled Empire Theatre in Rarotonga on September 11th 2001 kept me from despairing when I was halfway around the world from home. Watching my four-year-old nephew watch his first movie theater movie is something I’ll remember when all the Hollywood bullshit fades from my mind. Going to a late show with my beloved Jane, both of us in our pajamas, had the feeling of falling in love. Seeing The Artist with friends in a packed house on a cold winter night made me giddy. And after hearing that Peter O’Toole had died I put on My Favorite Year and marveled.
Critics get hives when I say this, but a movie isn’t complete until it’s seen by an audience. There is no cinema without the audience. Without us. We recognize a film as great with our collective aesthetic, our own experiences up to the moment of the watching, and in the way we watch it, the where and when and how. Tell you what, see Lawrence of Arabia alone at home and then go see it with a crowd in a massive screen and tell me which is better.
Pretentious though it may sound I believe in the cinema because I love the experience of it, the shared act of it. Sitting there in the dark with a host of others is what distinguishes cinema from a mere distraction, a commodity of entertainment. I also believe that this cinema I describe is threatened, and we heed to decide if it’s going to stick around for another generation of if it’s going to be replaced by I don’t know what.
So find a theater that’s not full of enervated dudes with smartphones and get yourself some experiences. Don’t just go to the movies, seek out something extraordinary. Go with some friends. Go deaf from the laughter or cry in public, Look at the faces of those around you as you enter and as they leave. Make an event of it again. The movie will be special because you make it that way.
So, sorry, no favorites list. But you may see me next weekend at the Riverview Theater when they screen It’s a Wonderful Life.