In the weeks I've been working on this column there have been movies which I've wanted to cover but haven't been able to find an angle. They're maintream pieces which for one reason or another have generally gone unnoticed either because they sound difficult, strange or in one case bonkers. All of them are worth digging up if you're in the mood ...
The Mod Squad
Unfairly unheralded when it was released in the UK by virtue of being an adaption of a tv series no one had seen, The Mod Squad is epitomy of cool. It plays like a homage to the seventies exploitation genre done in the style of the French New Wave. The main reasons to watch are Claire Danes, Giovanni Ribisi and Omar Epps slink their way through the proceedings, their mesmerisingly understated performances recalling early Clint Eastwood, that kind of slow burn charisma.
Duets
A sports road movie about karoke, Duets is deeply unconventional, irrational but ludicrously enjoyable. It's one of those moments when a series of characters, stories and ideas which shouldn't be together in the same 112 minutes collide and somehow work. If nothing else, it's a chance to see people like Paul (American Splendor) Giamatti, Maria (The Cooler) Bello and Gwyneth (for goodness sake) Paltrow command a room with their vocal stylings.
U-Turn
Bonkers. From the retina-searing cinematography to the larger than life performances U-Turn is classic film making from another reality. It's difficult to eventually put your finger on why it all finally works although I personally put it down to cameo performance which appears about halfway through -- it doesn't last long; it doesn't contribute anything to the film overall but its mere presence elevates everything...
Blue Crush
Stop sniggering. This is the film you think you'll abore until you see it. From the opening moments your eyes will be glued to the screen as wave after massive wave sloshes across the screen attacked by these tiny creatures, mini-Everests forming and reforming, each a new adventure. Even those who are less forgiving of the standard romantic subplot must agree that the performances likeable, the photography stunning, and the action heartstopping.
Last Party 2000
Phillip Seymour Hoffman investigates the 2000 Presidential Election as it happens drawing out the issues and presenting an even more horrific view of American politics than Michael Moore has four years later. The Democrats eventually come across as the lesser of the two evils, my favourite moment being when at their conference Hoffman asks a member what they stand for and after she offers the list tells her it's exactly what he heard at the Republican conference. You should come to the UK...
Life So yes I'm feeling much better thanks. Now I'm trying to get my head around yet another redesign of the Blogger interface. Confusing.
Film They've done it again, the golden age continues. Spiderman 2 is another triumph, two hours of gripping action adventure backed up with a heartbreaking story. It's funny, heart stopping, everything you'd want or expect - it's better in so many ways than the first film, but also complements it. As though someone was reading my mind many of the objections I had to the first film have been addressed - it feels like one continuous story; it really looks like a man flying through the city now - its incredibly difficult to tell which is human and which isn't; it is also more willing to take time to tell the story.
But - and here I am sighing by the way - it doesn't feel like Spiderman. Not the comic book hero. This isn't an adaptation it's a re-interpretation - and done so well. But the central character just feels too far away from the man who appears on the printed page. Before you start shouting that he's been humanized to make him acceptable for a general audience I understand but I have an argument. Over the years there have been many of adaptations of Sherlock Holmes and countless actors interpreting the role. But I think if you stand them next to each other, the general essence of the character remains the same, because he is what people are tuning in for, to see him solve a case.
So why in putting Spidey on screen have they stripped him of all the characterization which made him such a joy on the printed page? At the basic level it's the wisecracks. At times Spidey's sarcasm is hilarious; the problem is that because he's such a troubled soul in the films it would be incongruous so out they went. Spidey also has a slightly naïve arrogance which means he'll burst into a situation already assuming that he's going to win before realizing the odds are against him; he'll also seek out danger to a certain extent, look for mayhem when he can. In the films, it all seems so reactionary - Spiderman only ever crops up when someone in the vicinity of Peter Parker is in trouble - we never actually see him out on an evening 'patrol' - it's implied but we really need to be able to watch him taking out those petty criminals to get sense of what his life is like so that we can understand the tiredness in his eyes.
There are rumours that Eliza Dushka is in the running for the third film to play The Black Cat. Which is fine - perfect casting in fact. The trouble is that part of that relationship arc is the verbal sparring and sexual chemistry between the two of them. But since this version of Peter seems to want to either look dumbfounded, awestruck or give a deep philosophical it's difficult to see how the dynamic will work. So top of my wish list for the third film is to let Spidey relax into his vocation a little and enjoy the power he has. Otherwise you start to question whether people are turning up for a film which happens to be about a character called Spiderman, or to see Spidey back in action.
But - and here I am sighing by the way - it doesn't feel like Spiderman. Not the comic book hero. This isn't an adaptation it's a re-interpretation - and done so well. But the central character just feels too far away from the man who appears on the printed page. Before you start shouting that he's been humanized to make him acceptable for a general audience I understand but I have an argument. Over the years there have been many of adaptations of Sherlock Holmes and countless actors interpreting the role. But I think if you stand them next to each other, the general essence of the character remains the same, because he is what people are tuning in for, to see him solve a case.
So why in putting Spidey on screen have they stripped him of all the characterization which made him such a joy on the printed page? At the basic level it's the wisecracks. At times Spidey's sarcasm is hilarious; the problem is that because he's such a troubled soul in the films it would be incongruous so out they went. Spidey also has a slightly naïve arrogance which means he'll burst into a situation already assuming that he's going to win before realizing the odds are against him; he'll also seek out danger to a certain extent, look for mayhem when he can. In the films, it all seems so reactionary - Spiderman only ever crops up when someone in the vicinity of Peter Parker is in trouble - we never actually see him out on an evening 'patrol' - it's implied but we really need to be able to watch him taking out those petty criminals to get sense of what his life is like so that we can understand the tiredness in his eyes.
There are rumours that Eliza Dushka is in the running for the third film to play The Black Cat. Which is fine - perfect casting in fact. The trouble is that part of that relationship arc is the verbal sparring and sexual chemistry between the two of them. But since this version of Peter seems to want to either look dumbfounded, awestruck or give a deep philosophical it's difficult to see how the dynamic will work. So top of my wish list for the third film is to let Spidey relax into his vocation a little and enjoy the power he has. Otherwise you start to question whether people are turning up for a film which happens to be about a character called Spiderman, or to see Spidey back in action.
TV The crazy geniuses at the BBC have decided their year end Doctor Who DVD release is to be a boxset of episodes from incomplete stories. The aptly titled Lost In Time set is one of those times when an obvious revenue stream is thrown to one side in favour of giving something back to the fans (the content dribbled out over about ten videos in as many years previously). That said, it should inspire some people to go out and invest in the audio versions of the missing episodes which have been out for a while.
TV After ITV announced that they were developing late afternoon spin-offs of their primetime soap operas, I didn't think the channel could be any more ideas bankrupt. Then I read: "ITV is bringing back its classic dramas Rumpole of the Bailey, Sharpe and Inspector Morse." As my Mum said when I told her: "Isn't he dead?" Well yes...
[Albert Finney playing Rumpole might not be such a bad update (the Leo McKerns were made in the age of multiple camera studio productions on videotape) but do we really need more Sharpe? I smell an international co-production...]
[Albert Finney playing Rumpole might not be such a bad update (the Leo McKerns were made in the age of multiple camera studio productions on videotape) but do we really need more Sharpe? I smell an international co-production...]
Film Well, while I was away McG walked from the Superman film again, thank Krypton, over story differences. As Sci-Fi Wire quotes him: "I was passionate about telling the genesis story, and the studio wanted something a little different." Because the world needs another filmed version of Superman's origins, we haven't seen that in The Motion Picture, Lois and Clark or Smallville. Now about the Kevin Smith draft...
Life I called work today to tell them that I would be back in on Saturday. I'm fairly on the mend and should be OK by then. It's at times like this that I'm glad I took up drinking mostly water -- there has been a definite need to be hydrated. It's wierd to be online though. Lot's of catching up to do. So -- what have I missed?
Life Sorry for my silence but I've been stricken by some illness which we can only put down to something I ate. Could have been anything although I'm sure it's connected to the symptoms I was having last Thursday. I sort of OK over the weekend, I managed to get to work on Monday, only to leave again an hour later after complications and I've been in bed since. Speak to you soon.
Film Just watched a great little piece called The King Is Alive. It's the fourth Dogme '95 film and follows a group of tourists and businessmen who's coach gets lost in the desert and are forced to survive of tins of carrots, passing the time by putting a production of King Lear. Think Ken Branagh's In The Bleak Midwinter meets the opening sundrenched scenes in Pitch Black. As time goes on, their lives and the story from the play start to interlink. In an interview, director Kristian Levring describes the genius element which makes the film particularly interesting:
"Some find the idea amusing while others think that it is the most ridiculous thing they ever heard, and since he hasn't actually brought King Lear with him out into the desert, the play he stages is the King Lear of his memory, modified to fit with the people he has at his disposal. In that way he makes it a Dogme King Lear. The film focuses on what happens with these people when they start thinking about their characters, their roles, who they are and the art in their every day lives."The scenes in which the characters read the lines as non-professional actors really do sent me right back to working through the plays in English Literature. Some of us really thought we could act...
Film Fahrenheit 9/11 has been an extra-ordinarily difficult film for professionals to review. Many of the pieces have discussed Michael Moore's argument or favourite moments within the film but have given few comments to the actual film making, a few cursory notes here and there about pacing or editing. I'm usually a fairly passionate reviewer - if I really like something the reader will find a three paragraph love-in. And I'm very passionate about this film, and happy that it's a cinema documentary people want to see. It's going to be interesting to see the effects it has in the coming months - will it really have power to sway the voting habits of a country?
What is startling for me is how little Moore has changed the way he presents the story. Although I missed the original release of Roger and Me (I was reading about robots in disguise at the time), for some reason I caught all of TV Nation when it turned up on BBC Two and that took me into my university years. Considering the controversy, it's interesting to note how close the new film is to the short ten minutes stories which appeared on television and his previous work.
Throughout, there is still the mix of old tv footage, stunts and illustrative contemporary interviews. The proportions of each have been reduced and increased depending upon the story being told but it is very much Moore's style and just as distinctive as latter day Woody Allen. So here he is still the guy standing toe-to-toe with security guards, making impossible demands of congressman and reducing the description of the US government's response to 9/11 as old clips from Dragnet.
It's a particularly good way of making an argument, but the weaknesses in the film occur when the voiceover drifts away. It's not that we need Moore telling us what to think of the images we are seeing, but it adds a coherence - at times the viewer is disgusted but at the same time wondering what the film-maker's point is other than isn't the world a horrible place. The images don't completely continue the story.
But when the complete story is being told, it's very persuasive. Republicans might want to attack Moore's motives and some of the internal logic, but I'm yet to hear anyone try and rationalize the clip after clip of their President compromising the stateliness of his office. Say what you like about the paradoxes inherent in Moore the man, but it's inspiring that given the tools he has that rather than going after the small fry he's now gone right to the top.
[I saw the film at a Saturday 3:45 showing and it was full. Many journalists and writer who have been to see the film with the public to see their reaction have talked about the heckling and the applause. At my showing the only time anything happened was when a clip of Britney Spears appeared in which she was asked about the Iraq war From out of the darkness deep male voice shouted: "Whore!" He was utterly silent through everything else ...]
What is startling for me is how little Moore has changed the way he presents the story. Although I missed the original release of Roger and Me (I was reading about robots in disguise at the time), for some reason I caught all of TV Nation when it turned up on BBC Two and that took me into my university years. Considering the controversy, it's interesting to note how close the new film is to the short ten minutes stories which appeared on television and his previous work.
Throughout, there is still the mix of old tv footage, stunts and illustrative contemporary interviews. The proportions of each have been reduced and increased depending upon the story being told but it is very much Moore's style and just as distinctive as latter day Woody Allen. So here he is still the guy standing toe-to-toe with security guards, making impossible demands of congressman and reducing the description of the US government's response to 9/11 as old clips from Dragnet.
It's a particularly good way of making an argument, but the weaknesses in the film occur when the voiceover drifts away. It's not that we need Moore telling us what to think of the images we are seeing, but it adds a coherence - at times the viewer is disgusted but at the same time wondering what the film-maker's point is other than isn't the world a horrible place. The images don't completely continue the story.
But when the complete story is being told, it's very persuasive. Republicans might want to attack Moore's motives and some of the internal logic, but I'm yet to hear anyone try and rationalize the clip after clip of their President compromising the stateliness of his office. Say what you like about the paradoxes inherent in Moore the man, but it's inspiring that given the tools he has that rather than going after the small fry he's now gone right to the top.
[I saw the film at a Saturday 3:45 showing and it was full. Many journalists and writer who have been to see the film with the public to see their reaction have talked about the heckling and the applause. At my showing the only time anything happened was when a clip of Britney Spears appeared in which she was asked about the Iraq war From out of the darkness deep male voice shouted: "Whore!" He was utterly silent through everything else ...]
Scene Unseen: Jerry Maguire: Homage
Cameron Crowe: This is a homage to My So-Called Life which is one of my favourite TV shows. I love the feeling of it. And I later met Claire Danes and said: "Did you see Jerry Maguire?" And she said: "Yeah..." And I said: "You know there's a homage to My So-Called Life in there." And she's like: "Uh - yeah..."
[Everyone laughs]
Tom Cruise: Is that true?
Cameron Crowe: That's me doing a bad imitation .. She caught it! She caught it!
-- From the video commentary track for the dvd featuring Crowe, Cruise and Renee Zellweger
TV Yet more proof of the idiocy of the general public (or rather people who watch Big Brother) as the one person who's created the upturn in interest is booted out on here ear ... and with a healthy contempt for the audience ... "Davina raised the Judas Kiss provoking a negative reaction from the crowd. Davina told Becki that Michelle was popular. Becki denied watching much of the show before entering saying she had "a busy life unlike.." then her voice trailed off."
Film Watching The Day After Tomorrow the other week a glimmer of a thought flashed through the back of my mind. I put it away as quickly as I could, because I knew it was wrong and that terrible things could only ensue if I gave it full reign on my sensibilities. For the purposes of this post I will reveal it to you as long as you too promise that as soon as you've read it you can forget it was even on the screen in front of you. I'm going to paragraphing it just for that purpose...
But what draws us to continually keep watching these horrible films. I mean I know Coyote Ugly is drek, and yet there it sits on my dvd shelf nestled between Plunkett and Macleane and Love Actually, both equally dubious. In a new column for Movie Poop Shoot, Patrick Keller is going out of his way to watch cruddy Hollywood films in an attempt to understand why we continue to watch them to the extent that they continue to be made:
"Hmm ... those tornadoes look cool. I should watch Twister again."Isn't it amazing the unspeakable evil which can be summoned up by a fleeting thought. Imagine if that had been my next move -- the forces which might come into play. But luckily I contented myself with the spectacle which played out on the screen in front of me instead.
But what draws us to continually keep watching these horrible films. I mean I know Coyote Ugly is drek, and yet there it sits on my dvd shelf nestled between Plunkett and Macleane and Love Actually, both equally dubious. In a new column for Movie Poop Shoot, Patrick Keller is going out of his way to watch cruddy Hollywood films in an attempt to understand why we continue to watch them to the extent that they continue to be made:
"Yes, bad movies are everywhere these days, and they're flourishing. Kids practically have to be tied to the furniture to stop them from going to see their "Junior Freddie Prinzes" and their "The Rocks" in the latest The Fast and the Furious ripoff or Agent Cody Banks epic. Adults are just as guilty. Someone's going to see all those Costner movies, and I suspect a lot of AARP discounts are involved. Hell, Oprah has even started her own "bad movie club." Every year, the famed talk-show host seeks out that one film she believes to be the worst of the worst. Then she produces it and sometimes even stars in it ... Why is this happening? Where did everyone's taste go? Are they putting something in the Coke served at theaters that causes spontaneous temporary retardation?Co-incidentally his first film is the tornado epic but I'll let him speak for himself on that epic. I think the answer is that these films are easy to watch. Having sat through Mississippi Mermaid yesterday morning which amounts to (and excuse the potty-mouth) Catherine Denerve prick-teasing the bloke from Godard's Breathless out of his money for two hours (somehow proving that there is a reason these film disappeared for three decades until DVD came along), all we want sometimes is to be entertained in the most non-threatening manner, without the spectre of an ambiguous ending involving snow, hitch-hiking, poverty and suicide.
Film matches reality matching fiction matching reality:
"Orson Welles went on the run from film producers in Europe to try to get more money out of them for his role in The Third Man, a new documentary reveals. Welles was chased from Paris to Rome and back when he was supposed to be filming the classic in Vienna in 1948, according to Shadowing The Third Man. Producers even hired a magician in Rome to coax him, according to one story."It's all rather meta really.
Life It's just been one of those weeks frankly. Apart from the late shifts (which have dissipated tonight for seven weeks thank goodness), yesterday I woke up for no apparent reason with a splitting headache, sweating and shaking. I managed to calm everything down long enough to watch a movie (the ponderous Traffaut movie Mississippi Mermain) but I still didn't feel right. But given my week off at the start of last month I didn't want to call in sick.
It was still relatively warm up here in the clouds, so when I dragged myself out to work I threw on a shirt over nothing. The street level was like Siberia. So now the cold is exacerbating whatever is wrong with me and I shiver all the way into work. My head feels like its going to explode as I sit through the two important meetings I had yesterday, monosyllabically trying to make contributions. By nine o'clock in the evening I'm starting to shiver uncontrollably. As I'm walking to the taxi home, it's cold, it's wet and it feels like its going to go on for the rest of my life. I'm in bed twenty minutes after I trip through the front door.
I wake up this morning absolutely fine, as though the illness of the day before never happened. As I sit typing now feeling another slight headache arrive (which I attribute to end of working week-itis) I can only guess as to what happened yesterday. My thought is that because my window was open in my bedroom overnight I caught some kind of chill. I didn't think that kind of thing happened anymore.
It was still relatively warm up here in the clouds, so when I dragged myself out to work I threw on a shirt over nothing. The street level was like Siberia. So now the cold is exacerbating whatever is wrong with me and I shiver all the way into work. My head feels like its going to explode as I sit through the two important meetings I had yesterday, monosyllabically trying to make contributions. By nine o'clock in the evening I'm starting to shiver uncontrollably. As I'm walking to the taxi home, it's cold, it's wet and it feels like its going to go on for the rest of my life. I'm in bed twenty minutes after I trip through the front door.
I wake up this morning absolutely fine, as though the illness of the day before never happened. As I sit typing now feeling another slight headache arrive (which I attribute to end of working week-itis) I can only guess as to what happened yesterday. My thought is that because my window was open in my bedroom overnight I caught some kind of chill. I didn't think that kind of thing happened anymore.
Also...
The Scottish village of Tongue: "Tongue really takes your breath away. The inky sea mellows into sapphire then powdery blue like a Dulux paint swatch; all bordered by gorgeous beaches, pale and honey gold. I was so excited to be in a town called Tongue that I neglected to take any photos of the actual scenery. Instead I concentrated my efforts on signage and sniggering like a ten-year-old." [related: Undiscovered Scotland]
Paul Robinson returns to Neighbours. Which is a bit of a random character choice. A bit like bringing Annie Wilkes back to Emerdale...
The Sun tries to apologise for their Hillsborough coverage. Fails. Makes people even more angry. Digs even bigger grave: ""Fifteen years is a long time. It is 11 years longer than the first world war, nine years longer than the second world war. We cannot believe these protests properly represent the opinions of the majority of men and women in Liverpool," it said." Not from Liverpool are you? [related: Manchester United sniffing around Wayne Rooney.]
Plotlines for the three Ninth Doctor Who novels due for publications next year. A hint at the mood of the new show? "In 1920s London the Doctor and Rose find themselves caught up in the hunt for a murderer. But not everyone or everything is what they seem. Secrets lie behind locked doors and inhuman killers roam the streets. Who is the Painted Lady and why is she so interested in the Doctor? How can a cat return from the dead? Can anyone be trusted to tell - or even to know - the truth? With faceless killers closing in, the Doctor and Rose must solve the mystery of the Clockwise Man before London itself is destroyed..."
Who Killed Saturday Night? - goes out on Channel 4 on 10 July at 9.30pm. Jack Kibble-White from Off The Telly interviews Christopher Bruce and Martin Cunning about making the show: "We were conscious of the look and feel of clip shows generally, hence my desire (as far as possible) to achieve something different. As as result the TV's invariably in the background of our interview set-ups, with the incoming or outgoing clips still playing on them - and the lighting for all the interviewees is generally dark and moody because, after all, TV is something best viewed in a darkened room. Also important is our inclusion of (informed) TV viewers who speak their mind and relay (often) fundamental truths about various aspects of Saturday night TV. Finally, our visual emphasis on the TV itself - after all it has gone from a much-loved three- dimensional piece of furniture to a rather cold and untouchable two-dimensional (largely empty) picture frame, ie. the plasma screen."
Classic Gamer's second issue is online.
Erm ... isn't this Starship Troopers? "The cunningly-named Ten O'Clock News Extra aims to provide a "tell-me-more" service for viewers by featuring longer interviews, extra footage and background information on the day's stories. "The BBC News audience consistently tell us that they want even more information on the day's events," said the BBC's head of news, Richard Sambrook. "Ten O'Clock News Extra will provide that platform for added depth and context to the bulletin and will help drive a new audience towards our interactive services."
The Scottish village of Tongue: "Tongue really takes your breath away. The inky sea mellows into sapphire then powdery blue like a Dulux paint swatch; all bordered by gorgeous beaches, pale and honey gold. I was so excited to be in a town called Tongue that I neglected to take any photos of the actual scenery. Instead I concentrated my efforts on signage and sniggering like a ten-year-old." [related: Undiscovered Scotland]
Paul Robinson returns to Neighbours. Which is a bit of a random character choice. A bit like bringing Annie Wilkes back to Emerdale...
The Sun tries to apologise for their Hillsborough coverage. Fails. Makes people even more angry. Digs even bigger grave: ""Fifteen years is a long time. It is 11 years longer than the first world war, nine years longer than the second world war. We cannot believe these protests properly represent the opinions of the majority of men and women in Liverpool," it said." Not from Liverpool are you? [related: Manchester United sniffing around Wayne Rooney.]
Plotlines for the three Ninth Doctor Who novels due for publications next year. A hint at the mood of the new show? "In 1920s London the Doctor and Rose find themselves caught up in the hunt for a murderer. But not everyone or everything is what they seem. Secrets lie behind locked doors and inhuman killers roam the streets. Who is the Painted Lady and why is she so interested in the Doctor? How can a cat return from the dead? Can anyone be trusted to tell - or even to know - the truth? With faceless killers closing in, the Doctor and Rose must solve the mystery of the Clockwise Man before London itself is destroyed..."
Who Killed Saturday Night? - goes out on Channel 4 on 10 July at 9.30pm. Jack Kibble-White from Off The Telly interviews Christopher Bruce and Martin Cunning about making the show: "We were conscious of the look and feel of clip shows generally, hence my desire (as far as possible) to achieve something different. As as result the TV's invariably in the background of our interview set-ups, with the incoming or outgoing clips still playing on them - and the lighting for all the interviewees is generally dark and moody because, after all, TV is something best viewed in a darkened room. Also important is our inclusion of (informed) TV viewers who speak their mind and relay (often) fundamental truths about various aspects of Saturday night TV. Finally, our visual emphasis on the TV itself - after all it has gone from a much-loved three- dimensional piece of furniture to a rather cold and untouchable two-dimensional (largely empty) picture frame, ie. the plasma screen."
Classic Gamer's second issue is online.
Erm ... isn't this Starship Troopers? "The cunningly-named Ten O'Clock News Extra aims to provide a "tell-me-more" service for viewers by featuring longer interviews, extra footage and background information on the day's stories. "The BBC News audience consistently tell us that they want even more information on the day's events," said the BBC's head of news, Richard Sambrook. "Ten O'Clock News Extra will provide that platform for added depth and context to the bulletin and will help drive a new audience towards our interactive services."
Life The long dark late shift of the soul continues; but here past the midpoint of the week I'm feeling OK -- not quite as tired tonight, but I am eating cheese of toast, which I suspect might lead to wierd dreams tonight. ANd I watched Rosemary's Baby this morning. I really should think these things through. As predicted, the most predictable set of housemates in Big Brother ever have nominated Ahemd and Becky this week. Keep the newbee in will you. She'll be the one keeping interesting in the ninth week...
Life Because of my late shift at work, things may be a bit threadbare around here. A few updates though. I'm not looking so tired -- apparently after a shave and a haircut I can look lot more healthy, much less like a hobo. In a related topic, I'm holding off buying a new mattress for now -- I've turned this one over and it seems OK so far, with proper nights sleep returning. I've discovered the joys of Firefox -- really its the Google of browsers and you should go and download now. The magazine sold at ebay; when I saw the selling price I cheered and ran up and down. This could get addictive. Shaznay Lewis' new single is an unforseen trip into early Nelly Furtado via late Natalie Imbruglia. Who knew that would happen? And finally, doesn't Casablanca improve with every viewing? And really, finally, really, my friend Chris now has a weblog.
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