| Current mood: |  pleased |
| Current music: | Godzilla theme from "Destroy All Monsters" |
Movie talk
Strange the way life imitates art. Case in point, Misty and I went to the CLOVERFIELD premiere tonight. I won't say much about it other than we had a great time and the picture kicks serious ass. If you've seen any publicity about it at all, you know it deals with wide-scale destruction in New York city. When we left the theatre on the Paramount lot, we were greeted by a number of cops, firetrucks and loud sirens. Our first thought was "That J.J. Abrams! He keeps the movie experience going even after the credits! What a showman!" Well, yes and no. It turns out one of the other theatres on the lot blew up while we were watching the flick. Eventually things simmered down and we had a good time at the after party. It was nice getting caught up with the Bad Robot crew after too long a time. Unfortunately as with most premiere parties, the music and noise level is cranked up so loud that it's almost impossible to hear what your friends are saying. I just swapped cards with everyone I knew and we agreed to grab lunch after bouts on the picket line. One thing HEROES exec producer Jesse Alexander noted is a lot of writers have been dropping weight since the strike began -- not so much from lack of cash as from the rise in steady exercise.
We left the party and headed back across the CLOVERFIELD'S New York set, a row of damaged buildings made spookier by the addition of fog machines, atmospheric lighting, and, inside one of the entryways, the shattered Statue of Liberty head. It is one of those wild and windy Southern California nights tonight, and when we arrived home, we found our street blocked by a tree that had smashed down in the middle of the street, taking out a parked car or two with it. After watching close to two hours of nonstop destruction, finding it virtually in our front yard was a little too close for comfort:
In other movie news, we finally saw SWEENEY TODD this weekend. It's one of my all-time favorite musicals, and while several key numbers did not survive the stage to screen translation, I thought it was generally pretty well done. We decided to make it a double feature and follow that with the new Veggietales movie, THE PIRATES WHO DON'T DO ANYTHING. Misty loves the title song and I grudgingly admit some of the early Veggie stuff has its charm. Unfortunately none of that was apparant in the movie, which is a tortuous bore. After three minutes I had melded the two movies together in my head and was happily imagining a gleeful Sweeney razor cutting screaming vegetables into Julienne salad. Ah, if only...
Not only was the Veggie movie bad, but some creep in the row in front of us took it into his head to stare at Misty with all the intensity of an old time 42nd Street peep show weirdo. We left the movie after ten minutes and made for the valet parking booth. While waiting for our car Misty wound up chatting with Billy Ray Cyrus and his daughter (not Miley, I guess this would be her younger sister) who were very nice. That put a slightly better spin on the evening.
And finally, here's Christmas Chick's opinion:
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kingofbreakfast) wrote,
