Syriana

Finally!

A movie for adults and adults only.

Not based on a comic book, not a glossy bio of a famous persons life and no Oscar-baiting performances.

Syriana is just a complicated movie about complicated adults, surviving complicated situations, in the most complicated places on the planet.

Did I follow every nuance? Absolutely not. Was it convuoluted? Yes, but we're talking about oil and the Middle East and Washington D.C. politics. Can anyone figure this shit out?

Syriana is written and directed by Stephen Gaghan, the same fellow who wrote Traffic, which I also loved. Well i didn't exactly love Syriana but it doesn't want your love. It wants your attention and I was riveted.

Stephen Ghagan is that rare Hollywood writer writing for adults and adults only. I felt like a grown-up while watching this.

I loved Batman and Willy Wonka earlier in the year but at the end of the day those are still comic books and candy.

Syriania reminded me that wether I pay atttention or not, important things are happening in the world and if I bury my head in the sand, I'm likely to wake up with an oil rig planted squarely on my back.

Thoughts: Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy the pics.

I'm still not sure what this holiday is supposed to celebrate especially after just finishing US History for Dummies, but whatever. Have a good one, anyway. Hope you enjoyed the pics.

PS I'm not a big fan of Turkey but I do love Ambrosia. Ambrosia is food of the white-trash-Gods! Delish!

Air Travel Lust

I finally got frisked at the airport in a way I enjoyed. A very macho guy was conducting my frisk and he reached with both hands toward my belt buckle as if he was going to undo my belt buckle. His hands sort of lingered, and I found it momentarily exciting. Then he reached around to pat my backside, but when he did he was in front of me, so he reached around like he was hugging me. It was all strangely erotic.

I've been frisked numerous times, but this was the first time I actually enjoyed it. I wasn't, however, thrilled with the way he handled my laptop, but oh well, you can't have everything.

Now I'm on the plane in business class and I'm so fat it feels like coach, and the guy sitting next to me is so hot, so my type. He's on a cell phone discussing a construction job he's doing in Detroit tomorrow. He keeps calling the guy on the other line "buddy." "Hey, buddy." "Okay, buddy." I don't believe I've ever called anyone buddy, not even the "buddies" I use to meet at Blow Buddies, a sex club in San Francisco.

Anyway, this construction man next to me has enormous fingers. I'm falling in love with his fingers. I fear this is going to be a very long flight as I try to sneak peaks at his very manly, very sexy, enormous fingers.

He watches me type before takeoff. I type with one finger. As I close my laptop he says, "Wow, that's amazing how fast you can go with one finger." I think to myself, "You have no idea. And how ironic that you were contemplating my fingers at the same time I was contemplating
yours."

Flash forward two hours, I now know everything about his life. Everything. The man never shuts up. I know about his affairs, his three children, his crazy wife, his visits to strip clubs, the death of his father, his legal problem, his wife's C-section, his pool, his John Deere lawnmower he bought from a friend for $300. I could pass a test on this man. I feel like his girlfriend. He tells me about the one time he hit his kid at a barbecue because the boy crashed the family three-wheeler into a tree.

I have a gift. Well, I'm not sure if it's a gift or as curse, but people will tell me anything. Anything and everything.

I would have turned away and ignored him if he wasn't so fucking sexy. I couldn't stop staring at his fingers. He goes to the gym every morning at 6 am, and it shows. It's amazing what we tolerate from people we want to have sex with. Had he been ugly, I would have cut the conversation off after 10 minutes, but for two "straight" hours I listened and fantasized and listened and fantasized.

He's gone now. I miss his manliness. I feel sad knowing I will never see his dick and relieved knowing I will never have to act interested in his words again.

I know where he is though, the name of his company, where he lives, where he works, his last name, his first name. Maybe I will look him up someday. He made a few homophobic comments followed by the phrase, "I got nothing against anybody; people can do what they want but..."

I believe he can be had.

Hedwig and the Angry...who cares.

Seriously I do not get it. I guess I'm not hip.

There's no denying that John Cameron Mitchell is a very talented actor/performer but this Hewdig thing is one of the most overrated pieces of entertainment in the last 10 years.

Am I supposed to care about this Hedwig character, because I don't.

A friend dragged me to the play in NYC while Mitchell was still in it and I was sooooo bored. I left stupefied.

Then the Hedwig movie comes out and the fast-paced trailer looked promising and the reviews were great so I held out hope.

It's lonely not liking material that everyone else seems to love.

So the movie is on tv tonight and I watch it and I have the exact same feeling I had all those years ago at the theater: total fucking boredom.

I just simply do not care. There was one moment in the first hour that I really liked, a character with stringy hair is looking at a flyer announcing auditions for a European tour of Rent and his/her expression is one of utter confusion.

Great moment! I related because I don't get Hedwig and I don't get Rent, either. But more about that later. Maybe I'm just not interested in East Village-grungy-undergroud-type-people-who-sing.

It's odd, I admire John Cameron Mitchell and I admire Jonathan Larson but the phenomenons they both created just don't speak to me on any level.

Oh well.

Halloween H20 DVD

Just caught Halloween H20 on DVD. Again.

God, I love this movie. It's so lean, so focused and Jamie Lee Curtis is perfect.

It's so fun watching her go after Michael Myers.

I'll never forget seeing it in a packed theatre in Times Squre opening weekend. I saw it twice the first weekend.

The scene where Jamie Lee Curtis grabs an axe and goes after her brother is one of my single favorite film moments of the last 10 years.

If you like action-horror-suspense-movies go rent this or put it on your Netflix account or tivo it.

And Josh Hartnett is in it too and he's fucking cute.

Jesus is Magic starring Sarah Silverman

I can't recomend this movie enough. I can't stop thinking about it. I was howling. HOWLING! I was laughing louder than anyone else around me and I'm not a loud laugher (usually) but this movie kicked my ass.

I really don't have much to say about it other than that while watching it I felt alive. I felt that I was watching someone very important with something to say and not afraid to say it.

Freedom of speech is alive and well. I wanted more! I wanted her to keep talking. I wanted to run out and drag everyone I know into the theatre.

Go! Go! Go!

It's funny, it's timely, and most of all, it's dangerous!

I think I might be in love with Sarah Silverman.

Derailed

Derailed is a very good thriller and that's all it is. Yes, it's predictable and yes, we've seen these plot twists over and over but never-the-less as I watched I had a feeling of dread and I was genuinely concerned about what would happen to Clive Owen's character. I was involved. I was "thrilled." So, yes, I'm reccommending this movie even though as I write this, the next day, I feel like I'm writing about a movie I saw 10 years ago.

Ringo Starr

I'm at the Grove tonight in LA seeing a movie and I'm standing in line to buy popcorn and I look over and right next to me is Ringo Starr looking exactly like he does in the above picture with two women who look exactly like the two women standing next to him in the above pic.

I got the pic off his website. Don't sue me Ringo, I'm a fan.

He's talking fairly loudly, not being obnoxious, but not trying to hide either, he was just being Ringo. His strong British accent came through loud and clear.

I immediately thought of the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and how they came to America and changed the world. I thought of all those teenage girls chasing him down the street. How odd now all these years later to see him standing in line buying popcorn and no one noticing.

I kept looking around to see if others were noticing and no one was. I felt, in that moment, like I was the only person at the Grove who knew who Ringo Starr was.

So I quietly say to the young girl running the cash register, "look, there's Ringo Starr." Her face stays blank. She is unimpressed. "Ringo Starr", I repeat. It's clear she has no idea who he is.

"You don't know Ringo Starr?"

"No", she says.

Again I say, "You don't know Ringo Starr???"

I can not comprehend that she does not know Ringo Starr. So I say, "you know, the Beatles???"

She continues to stare at me blankly.

"The Beatles!" My voice gets louder.

Finally she gives in, "I think, I've heard of them."

I'm speechless. I say, "You don't know The Beatles? Oh my God."

She gives me my popcorn and my cup and I go to the soda fountain to fill it up. I stand next to one of Ringos friends and I'm dying to say to her, "Can you believe that girl running the cash register doesn't know who the Beatles are???" But instead I say nothing as we both stand there filling up our sodas.

I was curious what movie Ringo was seeing but my movie was already in previews so I hurried ahead glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone would stop him for an autograph.

No one did, at least not while I watched.

I wanted to scream out,"One of the members of the single most important band in the history of music is in our midst here tonight." Am I overreacting. No I'm not. The Beatles are...THE BEATLES!

I'm not sure what impacted me more, seeing Ringo, or talking to the young girl at the counter who had no idea who he was.

I slip into my theatre to see Derailed with Jennifer Aniston knowing full well the movie will not match the thrill of my brief brush with a musical legend in the popcorn line at The Grove on November, 19, 2005.

I am a HIPPO

I saw a Discovery Channel show on hippos last night, and I have decided that I am a hippo. Hippos are very fat. They love the water. They are very social but guarded. When people see hippos, they are intrigued and charmed and want to get closer. But be warned: Hippos will turn on you and eat you for lunch.

I am a hippo. I am not proud of my hippo-ness, but Arthur Miller said it best when he wrote, "Part of knowing who we are is knowing we are not someone else." And part of the aging process for me has been about figuring out who I am and who I am not. Finding out who I am has been exciting and painful and freeing, and I struggle every day with wanting to be a different animal. Dogs are nice, man’s best friend. Goldfish are sweet and harmless. Giraffes are tall and probably see things in a unique and elevated way. But I am not a dog or a goldfish or a giraffe. I am hippo.

To enjoy the rest of my life in peace, I must learn to accept being a hippo and live in places where hippos belong and surround myself with people who love, admire and understand hippos. If you get close to a hippo and then find yourself disappointed that your hippo is not a puppy, who is to blame? You or the hippo? And if a tough independent hippo lives his life pretending to be a sweet charming goldfish, then that is one delusional hippo, don't you think? An honest hippo is the best hippo. I'm looking forward to living the rest of my life as an honest and happy hippo.

Besides, hippos live much longer than goldfish.

Has Mel Gibson lost his mind?

The trailer is out for the new Mel Gibson movie, Apocalypto. I promise you this movie is going to bomb soooo big at the box office. You heard it hear first, kids. Anway, he has inserted a quick shot of himself into the trailer smoking a cigarette. It's very funny. It goes by so fast you have to watch the trailer frame by frame. Do I have too much time on my hands or what?

PS The above pic is taken from the trailer.

Click here to view the trailer http://www.apple.com/trailers/touchstone/apocalypto/

I forgive you, Tom Cruise.

I know you've had a rough year. The press have beaten up on you. Hell, everyone has beaten up on you.

But I just downloaded the new Mission Impossible 3 trailer so all is forgiven.

Dude, that trailer kicks ass! I watched it 5 times.

No matter how much you infuriate us you keep giving the world consistently entertaining movies.

Your mission if you choose to take it, is to keep making fun movies and don't hire your sister to be your fucking publicist again.

Cheers

See ya, next summer.

To view the trailer go here: http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/missionimpossible3.html

Speak up, Harriett!

Harriet Miers got screwed. I'm not sure who screwed her, maybe she even screwed herself but she got screwed none the less. She was nominated to the highest court in the land by a man who was elected by a majority of Americans and yet she was disposed of without ever having her voice heard. Why didn't she speak? I heard Bill Frist read her statement, I heard everyone else speak for her and against her but I never heard her. She will always remain a mystery.

Maybe she is unqualified. Anyone who worships at the alter of George W. Bush is of questionable mind but still, Harriett, step up to a fucking microphone! Paris Hilton speaks louder than you. Within days Miss Miers became a punchline for Democrats and a punching bag for Republicans. Where were her friends?

Any enemy of George Will and Trent Lott is a friend of mine. It doesn't bother me when people beat up on the bullshit-artist formerly known as Condalezza Rice, but Harriett reminded me of sweet Mormon women I knew growing up. The type of women who knew I was gay but still accepted me because I was a cute kid. The type of tireless women who were the first to arrive at a potluck and the last ones to leave.

And what do we get instead of Miers? Another middle-aged white guy! My heart sank when I saw his round, fat, white, Republican face on the Drudge Report.

Goodbye Harriet Miers.

I will always remember you for the trial you endured and I hope you weren't too damaged by the beating you suffered. You did agree to the adventure but did you ever suspect, in a million years, you'd be treated like a third-class citizen with no judicial knowledge?

Trent Lott, the racist-asshole-gentleman-from-Missisipi said, "In a few weeks no one will remember the name of Harriet Miers."

Fuck you, Trent, I'll remember it and I will always wonder about the sound of her voice and what, if anything, was inside her head.

Jarhead

I learned a powerful lesson tonight at Jarhead.

No matter how talented the director is, how good the actors are, how much money you have to spend on production, a movie needs, above all, a script and story.

A topic, a subject, interesting characters, scenery, images; none of these are story, they are simply elements and a movie without a story will never soar.

Jarhead is full of awesome elements: great actors, honest performances, confident directing, wonderful lighting, interesting music but guess what it doesn't have, there is simply no script, no story. There are wonderfully written scenes but scenes do not a script make.

Story is everything and there is no story. I can hear the filmmakers arguing that the lack of story IS the story but I say bullshit.

As a writer who has written plays with no plot I assure you that it is not a good idea and audiences are most often compelled when a real and urgent story is being told.

When an audience is fed only interesting characters, cool scenes, nice dialogue they eventually lose interest and that is what happened tonight at Jarhead in New York City in a packed Imax theatre.

We got bored, restless and eventually disconnected. We kept waiting for the plot to begin and it never did. We kept thinking it was starting but then it would trail off and the move would start again and eventuallly this repititive cycle grew tiring.

War is boring, repetitive, tiring, slow and tedious but great movies are not. I reccomend it for sure for all the wonderful and compelling scenes, a scene with a lost horse covered in oil is one of the saddest images I've seen all year but as a whole it will ultimately dissapoint you.

On a side note: Peter Sarsgard is once again woefully miscast. It makes me fucking angry. He is a talented and intelligent actor and I would never deny that but it's cruel to cast him in roles that he is simply wrong for. He is not a US Marshal (Flight Plan) and he is NOT a US Marine (Jarhead). Seriously, he looks fucking ridiculous in these macho parts. Cast him properly, I'm begging!

Also the trailer for the new Spielberg movie, Munich, was riveting. I hope the movie is, too.

And speaking of trailers, King Kong kicks ass. I love you Peter Jackson. I'll be there opening day!

Doom

People who eat dog shit have no right to complain about the taste.

I love shitty movies so telling you Doom sucked doesn't really feel right. I read the reviews, they were horrible. I saw the trailers, they were horrible. Most video game movies are horrible. I knew all this going in but still I bought a ticket? Why? Cause I must enjoy the taste of dog shit.

I'm not gonna critique this movie except to tell you I left after 30 minutes. Basically, I left after I was done with my popcorn and there was nothing left to distract me.

At times my focus wandered over to the red exit sign, I would stare blankly at it, thinking, and then suddenly realize I'm supposed to be watching the movie. That's how uninvolved I was.

I will however use this time to show you how smart I am. In the movie is an actress who plays an American scentist. She has a brother who is an American Marine. I knew right away that this actress was British because her America accent was so bad. SO BAD!

A Brit doing a bad American accent is so distracting. They tend to try and flatten everything out and it ends up sounding part southern, part New York, part California and part British. Sort of the way Madonna sounds when she forgets she's from Michigan (but in reverse).

So I came home and checked the Internet Movie Database for Doom and sho-enough she was in Die Another Day and I'm certain she kept her accent in that movie.

I'm so fucking smart. (I wish)

For another Brit doing a distracting American accent see Sean Bean in North Country.

Happy Halloween

A Holiday Remembrance
by TruckStop Sally


(Jennifer Leach and TruckStop Sally)

A few years back I attended Shane Blacks famous Hollywood Halloween party and that was my outfit. Vince Vaughn even told me I looked sexy. Black is the screenwriter who gave the world all those L movies (Lethal Weapon, Long Kiss Goodnight, Last Action Hero, Last Boy Scout and now he's directed a movie he wrote called Kiss Kiss Bang Bang)

It was the best Halloween party I ever attended in the biggest house I've ever been in. Vince Vaughn was dressed as Don Johnson from Miami Vice. Everyone, including men and women were playing with my big penis. Girls would make their boyfriends sit on it. Everybody took pictures with it, it was quite a night.

I've always loved Shane Black for giving me that crazy night and for writing The Long Kiss Goodnight, a movie I adore. Thank you, Mr. Black. And if any of you have any more pictures from that night please forward them to me. Boo and Trick or Treat. I love halloween!!!

by TruckStop Sally

Saw 2

Saw 2 is a very well-behaved horror movie. It does everything it's supposed to do. It's creepy, suspenseful, scary, chilling, disgusting, sexy, fast-paced, bloody and well-acted.

Saw 1 had a very creepy ending and the single worst performance ever given on screen by a well-known actor (Carey Elwes)

Saw 2 far exceeds Saw 1 in every way.

I saw it at the Arclight in LA where people actually behave while watching. No cell phones go off, no talking. I just don't love the Arclight because it's assigned seating and I hate being told where to sit but still, it's a very nice theater with very well-behaved patrons.

Anyway, Saw 2 did all the right things and I enjoyed it very much. Every character makes the worst possible decision but I think maybe that's the point. If the characters were more rational and not so emotional there wouldn't be a movie.

I went alone because no one I know, I repeat, NO ONE I KNOW wanted to see it but it did 30 milllion this weekend so somebody besides me must have gone.

Oh and before I forget, Happy Halloween. BOO.

North Country

I don't like movies that chase Oscars and I don't like movies about tough women who aren't really all that tough.

i like movies with strong ass-kicking women like Sigourney Weaver, Uma Thurman, Angelina Jolie or Jodie Foster. Those women don't cry every time something bad happens they just keep on fighting.

I liked alot about North Country but I mostly liked the woman lawyer defending the mining company because she was a tough mother-fucker. And I loved Frances McDormand as the union rep because she gave as good as she got but the character Charlize Theron plays is one big ole cry-baby. She cries and cries and cries and I just didn't believe it.

I don't believe a cry-baby would sign up to work in a coal mine.

Charlize wants another Oscar and that's what you get in North Country, you get lots of Oscar chasing.

The movie is very good much of the time but it constantly takes the easy way out painting the men as pigs and the women as victims. We all know that life is more complex than that but what fun is complexity? If you want complicated characters go see Capote, or better yet, rent Monster and watch Charlize do the kind of work I was hoping she would do in North Country. I wanted to see a tough, complicated, angry portrait of a woman on a mission but instead I got tears and tears and more tears and by the end I just didn't care.

Look at the picture of the female miners up top. Do those women look like cry babies to you? To me they look like tough, funny, bright women who wouldn't take shit off no man. Those are the kind of women that inspire me and those are the kind of women I want to see on the big screen.

Oscar loves victims but I don't.

Fuck You Text-Messagers at the Movies!

If you text message during a movie you are a shitty human being. Period. Just know that, ok. If you go to a movie and whip out your cell phone and start pressing buttons then you are a miserable shit and I hope horrible things happen to you!

What kind of person goes to a movie and starts text-messaging. A worthless-piece-of-shit-person, that's who!

If a person was sitting next to me in a movie theatre and text-messaging and they suddenly had a heart attack I would just sit there and watch them die. I would enjoy it more than a repeat viewing of Capote. It would fill me with joy to watch your text-messaging fingers clutch your chest in pain as you die in the third row of the theatre.

I'm at the movie last night and this dumb-goth-cunt kept text messaging every two minutes. I Pray her multiple piercings get infected and her phone gives her a tumor. I tend to be fairly optimistic about the human race and truly believe the world is getting better not worse but when I see shit like that I lose all hope.

Why would a person do that? Are they totallly oblivious? Do they really not understand that they are ruining the movie for the people who are next to them? Do they realize it and not care or are they really that fucking stupid????? I fear they may not even understand what they are doing cause they are literally THAT supid.

If you want to talk on your phone loudly in the lobby like a pig, fine, whatever. Talk while you're driving, I do it, too.

But text-messaging in the movies. This is why we have the death penalty.

So the next time you're sitting in a movie and you whip out your phone, please think to yourself, "I am a total brain-dead piece of shit." Because you are and death is all you deserve!

The Fog and Tom Welling

I saw the Fog a few days ago and it is already fading from memory like mediocre sex.

The movie was something about people with bad skin coming back as ghosts in the fog to destroy a town or some bullshit like that.

Who knows?

I couldn't get into the movie because A: It was stupid and B: Tom Wellings beauty was tooooo fucking distracting!

Holy shit! Is Tom Welling really the most beautiful man on the planet? I think maybe, yes.

There was only one shot in the entire film where he didn't like the most beautiful man, ever. But every other shot, I couldn't believe it, I mean really, I could not fucking believe it.

I pray to God he's a closet chubby chaser and he reads this blog!

Note to the director: I really loved the scene where the little kid was running along the beach away from the fog, it was a haunting image. Maybe the whole movie should have been about the kid. Every time he was on screen I felt a sense of dread but then you would cut to Tom Welling and I would get distracted again.

Note to the writer: No one should be asked to come up with a story about killer fog. I feel your pain.

For more about my love of Tom Welling go to the video section of RonnieLarsen.com

Domino Suuuuuuuuuucked!

Tony Scott is one of our three worst film directors. The other two are, of course, Rob Cohen (Stealth, Fast and the Furious) and Paul W.S. Anderson (Aliens vs. Predator) The sad thing about Scott is that he's actuallly made a few movies I've enjoyed, (Spy Game, Crimson Tide) but I fear he's lost his mind.

I just suffered through the first 20 minutes of Domino. Granted, I did drop my entire bag of popcorn all over the floor during the first 5 minutes and granted, the goth-cunt next to me kept text-messaging someone, which was totally distracting and I hope she lives the rest of her days in total misery but still...the movie sucked so bad!

There is the whole thing Scott is addicted to: random lines of dialogue repeating, the camera never still, yellow and green saturated colors, blurry images. I'm sure he thinks it's cool or hip or clever but it's not. It's mental retardation on film. It's directorial autism.

I almost left during the first 5 minutes of Man on Fire due to this bullshit technique he's addicted to but I suffered through it and the movie did seem to calm down about 30 minutes in but Domino showed no sign of let up so I trucked my fat ass outta there and asked for a refund.

Now I don't normally ask for refunds, my attitude is, "You buy the ticket, you sign up for the ride and if you don't like it, oh well. No one promised you it was gonna be good." But the super-combo of the spilled popcorn and the goth-cunt made me feel entitled.

Domino is a disaster at the box-office and I couldn't be happier. Hopefully now Scott we'll see that he's traveled down the wrong road and get some serious help. Maybe his brother, Ridley Scott, can perform an intervention.

The Corpse Bride

There is only one Tim Burton. No other director on this planet can be counted on for continually putting breath-takingly unique images on the screen. Though Burton is not my favorite director, (that distinction falls to Spelberg) Burton is certainly my favorite visualist. I love looking at Tim Burton movies and The Corpse Bride is no exception. The fabrics, the hairdos, the silhouettes, the sets, the lighting, all stunning. Possibly the best lighting I've seen all year.

But alas, the Corpse Bride is a movie not a painting and herein lies the problem. The story is completely uninvolving, most of the characters are unlikable and the pace is slow, slow, slow. I sat there awestruck by the beauty and bored by the story. Bored. I wanted to turn the sound off and just play music and watch it like a silent film.

It feels like a 30 minute movie stretched out to 80 minutes. And much of the film is a direct lift from A Nightmare Before X-mas, a movie I saw 12 times at the theater when it first came out. If you watch them back to back, which you can do now in LA you will see the similarities. It's not just the theme of two-worlds-colliding that makes the films so similar but the characters, the song ideas, even the shapes of the faces and bodies,

The Corpse Bride owes everything to Nightmare Before X-Mas except Nightmare had characters I could root for in a story I cared about full of images I had never seen before. The Corpse Bride is no Nigtmare.

Fat America

Watching America balloon has been a fascinating experience for me. I've always been fat. I was fat before it was cool to be fat. I was fat when being fat meant being unique. Those days are over. Now everyone is fat! I'm in line at the grocery store, the lady behind me is fat, the checker is fat, the cashier is super fat and there I am just fitting in, feeling slim. A thin man walks by...what a freak! What's wrong with him? Get with the program. Thin is so 1982. Being thin these days is almost un-American. If you want to be thin go to Canada. Fat is patriotic. Us fatties embrace the culture of fat and wallow in it like pigs in a sty. I use to be emberassed to take my shirt off in public, not anymore. Now I love it! I look forward to it. Stretchmarks are hip, the new tattoo. One chin is not enough and if you aint wearing XXXL you just aren't phat! It's a beautiful thing this fat phenom. No more special trips to the big and tall store, now every store caters to big and tall! They even make grocery stores just for us. Love you, Costco! Why buy a small thing of cheese when you can get 12 pounds for 4.95! I love cheese and now I never run out and the more cheese I eat the fatter I become and the fatter I become the more I fit in! I love this country. Eat up, America! The fatter you get, the thinner I look.

Capote

And this years Oscar for best actor goes to...


Oh how I loved this movie. I loved it so deep inside of me I wanted to jump into the screen. I loved every fucking moment of it. I have always admired Philip Seymour Hoffman as an actor of endless intelligence and creativity but I've always felt that he was working just a bit too hard to create something unique and although he always suceeds I've never fallen in love with him until I saw Capote. His performance is so perfect. It's the most subtle, effortless performance I have ever seen him give. He holds a phone in one scene and his pinky is way up but it's not funny or silly or commentary it just is. It's Capotes pinky. The whole movie is filled with stuff like that. The way he smokes, the way he buttons his jacket but also the way he listens and the way he turns introspective and then the way he switches into selfishness and childishness.

This is a difficult review to write because I loved every moment of this movie. Where does one begin?

The sound. There's an early scene of Capote clipping an article out of the paper with scissors and the sound it creates it's ominous and creepy and dangerous.

The costumes are lovely to look at, accurate but not costumey. They looked like real clothes worn by real people.

The lighting is mysterious and flattering and harsh all at the same time.

The direction struck me as utterly perfect. It was a thrill to see a new director shoot a big story without needing to show off.

The screenplay. Every scene was fucking perfect. I couldn't imagine a better way tell this story.

You know, I really can't write this cause I'm still thinking about it and I'm gonna see it again this week and I'm not articulating very well but it had a profound impact on me.

If you're a writer, be warned, there are uncomfortable questions in the movie about the nature of our business and the process of creating. What responsibility do we have to the people we write about? When the process is over are we assholes for walking away from the people who helped us tell the story? It's not a simple movie.

PS After to the movie I went to K-Mart to buy a light bulb and the harshness and crassness of the people was extra shocking to me after having just come from the world of Capote. I felt lonely after the movie. The world of Capote is so complex and rich and intelligent and then to walk into K-Mart. Oh Lord. Shell-shock. There are some truly sad souls on this planet and they all go to K-mart on Saturday afternoon.

Flight Plan (don't see it twice)

Was it good? Did it suck? Who cares! I got to see Jodie Foster on the big screen last night and that's all I cared about. The new lines in her face were shocking and exciting.

Why did she pick this script? I truly don't understand and I say that sincerely, I would love to know her logic behind this.

There are so few movie stars that I get excited about seeing but she is one of them. There was a very interesting interview about her in Premiere magazine where she talked about having a mid-life crisis and not working enough. It's odd to think that someone as perfect as Jodie Foster could have a mid-life crisis. Silence of the Lambs is my second favorite movie after Jaws. The scenes where her and Anthony Hopkins talk are my favorite cinematic moments of all time...I could watch them over and over.

Back to Flight Plan. I'll see it again just to spend more time with Jodie Foster. My friend Wynn Thomas is currrently designing a movie she's starring in. He says she's a beautiful person and I believe him.


FLIGHT PLAN/SECOND VIEWING

Well the news gets worse.

Saw Flight plan again tonight with a dear friend and the movie simply does not hold together on a second viewing. Once you've seen it and know where it's going there is no point in seeing it again except to dissect it. I found myself watching the extras, studying the set, pondering Jodie Fosters career.

Peter Sarsgard perfomance is actually worse the second time around. I found myself longing for him to open his eyes all the way. And I am now convinced he has a hard-on for John Malkovich. I actually believe he is imitating him for some hero worship reason. When I was in acting school all my fellow actors were obsessed with John Malkovich. Not me. I found him incredibly self-concious and mannered. It wouldn't shock me to find out that Peter Sarsgaard is of that class of actor who "loves John Malkovich."

Sarsgaard is not a bad actor on any level but in this he is terribly miscast (I hear he was great in Shattered Glass) I rarely watch movies and feel they are miscast, I accept the casting and go along for the ride but I actually believe Sean Bean is miscast too. His inflections are Shakespearean sounding. Most pilots I've met don't sound like poets when they speak wether they are British or not. I think Sean Bean is a wonderful actor but totally miscast.

I would actually reccomend this movie, it's not a waste of time but do not see it twice.

For an excellent review that lays out all the movies flaws, go here. This guy writes an amazingly thoughtful and insightful critique of the movie.

http://www.aintitcool.com/display.cgi?id=21358

Heat/DVD

Now here is an awesome movie that holds up on DVD. HEAT with Pacino and Deniro, so great. I loved it at the theater, saw it twice, loved it on video and now, years later, it still holds up. Its a complex and disturbing screenplay about cops and robbers and relationships and survival and male-bonding. I never appreciated how lovely it is to look at but last week, even on DVD. Lovely. Michael Mann is quite something.

Collateral was hands down my favorite movie of last year!

But back to Heat...everyone in Heat is great. And it's so nice to a movie with such great roles for women. We need more movies like Heat.

Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Who-Cares!

Why did I sit thru this silly clay thing about British people with bad teeth and vegatable addiction?

Well actually I didn't, I vacated the cineplex after 30 minutes.

I only leave something when I feel totally bored and I was TOTALLY bored. I'm a sucker for pop culture and after getting rave reviews and winning over 90% of the critics I decided I would go even though my gut said,"don't do it." Trust your gut! That's what I learned! Trust your gut!

A major problem with this venture is that Wallace is totally unlikable, he has a dog named Gomit, that never speaks but can drive a car and knit. Gromit knitting in the car was mildly amusing for 10 minutes but the knitting dog needs to find a better vehicle and an owner who isn't a knit-wit!

The creator of these characters is always winning Oscars but for what??? The story was boring, the action unclever, the characters are all idiots and the pacing is sloooooow. If I'm gonna wtch clay figures walk around I'll take Gumby anyday! Remember those Christian clay characters on Sunday morning TV, I think they were called David and Goliath, those were much more involving than this and I'm not religious. I love clay figures, some of my best friends are clay figures but Wallace and Gromit are simply not engaging. At least not to me.

A History of Violence

I fucked up and waited too long too see this movie, I heard too much about it. The trailer gives waaaay too much away but having said that it's still a very fun ride.

I'm not sure it's as profound as it thinks it is but it is extremely entertaining and that's why I go to the movies. Entertain me, goddammit!

There isn't enough violence in the movie to satisy my bloody tastes but what is there is jaw-droppingly good. It's got the kind of violence that makes you gasp in horror and glee at the same time the kind of violence you feel in your body as it's happening on the screen. Viggo Mortenson kicks ass and the audience I saw it with were responding quite vocally. The wife is played by Mario Bella and if i didn't know better I would have sworn I was watching Diane Lane.

Thrown in amongst all this violence and family angst are some nice shots of Viggo Mortensons bare ass and chest and a full frontal shot of Mario Bella. It's always intrigiung seeing a big hairy vagina up on a 40 foot screen even for a big fag like myself!

Ed Harris and Wiliam Hurt are both very interesting, giving odd performances that usually are done by Christopher Walken. I recommend it absolutely.

PS I saw both these movies at my favorite theater in the entire world, The Grove. The amount of hot guys who go to the movies there is staggering. This place definitely needs a gloryhole!

NOTE: Two weeks later I'm still thinking about this movie so maybe it is profound. I'm not sure yet. I might go see it again.

Into the Blue

If you like sharks, violence, and nearly naked people as much I do then you'll love it, too. Every scene either has a shot of a sexy body or a sexy shark. I was in heaven. And yes the sharks give more natural and sympathetic performances than Jessica Alba or Paul Walker but who gives a fuck?

And lets give credit to the cinematographer, much of the underwater photography is truly beautiful.

Go see this movie, Bro. That's what everyone in the movie calls each other, "Bro." "Hey Bro." "Wassup Bro? "Look at that shark, Bro." I kept wondering if the screenwriter wote Bro in to the script or if the actors just kept adding it themselves.

Actor: "Bro, can my character say "Bro" before each line?
Screenwriter: Well, actually...
Director: Sure, Paul, whatever you want.
Actor: Thanks, Bro.

The Boring Homosexuals

Last night I had the honor of hanging around after my show and talking with 5 of the most boring homosexual men I have met in a long time! And I mean these guys were boring! They weren't cracked out on drugs, they took turns speaking, they didn't try to be funny or diss one another, they weren't bitchy, they didn't quote Bette Davis lines every 5 minutes, not one of them had a faux-hawk and they actually listened while others were speaking! Man these guys were boring! And I felt lucky to get to talk to them.

Living in West Hollywood and New York I am constantly confronted with the stereotype I see in the media.
I go to the supermarket and I end up in line behind some bitchy loud queen giving everyone attitude and talking on a cell phone. It makes one forget! I forget that crazy-homos are not the norm. The boring homosexual goes unnoticed in this culture. No one cares about the everyday gay man with a good job and husband and a child and a sober life. We eagerly await the release of Brokeback Mountain :a new movie about two repressed, closeted, angst-filled cowboys. The kind of men that turn me on! The kind of men that end up alcoholic and suicidal.

But the men I met last night are not drunks or drug addicts or suicidal or repressed cowboys the men I met last night are boring mortgage brokers, and accountants and they should be celebrated. They are the true radicals.

I hate that bitchy slogan, "We’re here, we’re queer, get over it.” Queer means odd. Why would anyone chant, "We’re here, were odd, get over it!?!” Let's change the slogan to, "We’re here! We’re sane! Can we do your taxes?!?!" Or how ‘bout ,"Were here! Were drug free! Can we adopt your unwanted children, please!"

One of the men last night mentioned to me about a situation involving a child they were trying to adopt, he said, "…you should write a play about what happens when two gay men are expecting a baby and they go to the hospital and cut the umbilical cord and then three days later the mother changes her mind and decides to keep the baby." I should write that story. It sounds dramatic but it also sounds like a hard- sell. It's not sexy or racy or controversial. In short, it's boring. And it's exactly the type of story we should be telling. But somehow I can't imagine Jake Gylenhall and Heath Ledger lining up to play two normal, healthy, happy gay men. Healthy characters don't win Oscars.

The Academy loves dying, unhappy, gay people. (Philadelphia, Boys Don't Cry, Monster, Kiss of the Spiderwoman, etc. etc.) And why should we complain? What alternatives do we force upon the world? Imagine a movie like The Firm with Tom Cruise but the character is gay instead of straight. Imagine that. It's time for the boring homosexual to go where they belong: center stage

News : Phoenix has closed! Thank God

It was a wretched production managed by some truly wretched people. It was a month of lies. Customers were lied to, actors were lied to. I washed my hands after the first week. I told them to close it but no one listens to me. I told them it would be a horrible month for all involved (including the audience) but they ignored me and soldiered on like fools. It ended with one actor having to go to the the hospital and two other actors having a pushing match at a local bar. Ugh. Life is too short for such bullshit! I met so many awesome people in Phoenix and I apologize to you all for this shitty show. Everyone I talked to said, "We really liked your show." And I said, "No you didn't. The show is awful." And they'd say, "well the acting wasn't very good but we had a good time." Even actors in the show were calling me to complain about other actors in the show and all the horrible ad-libbing that was going on. God, I'm glad it's over. On to Vegas! Things can only get better.

Thoughts: Bang, your dead!

I watched a car thief get shot today on live today. It was shocking and it confirmed my belief that fictional violence in movies deoes not desensitize anyone to real violence cause when I saw that guy get shot my mouth dropped and I experenced shock, horror, disgust, anger, giddiness and when I see bad guys mowed down in boring Hollywood movies I feel nothing but bored.

The real thing is never boring.

Though, I must confess, a couple of years ago I got addicted to a video game called Shadow Warrior and I played it for hours and hours everyday. After two weeks, every night, i would dream of blowing up bad guys. The game pervaded my dreams and I would wake-up exhausted from all the fighting but it didn't make me want to go kill anyone.

Discuss.

Oh Harriet!

I know you must be a great pick cause Trent Lott was on TV today freaking out about you! I read on Drudge about you supporting civil rights for gays...is it true? Poor George Bush....everyone hates him...he can do no right...but maybe he picked a good woman...to be honest...any woman is better than a man...no woman would have led us into iraq, but i digress...it will be interesting to see if they "bork" you...the sight of republicans going after the presidents own pick should be fascinating to watch...i hope you are up for the ride...i look forward to getting to know you better over the next few weeks...i grew fond over john roberts...a fucking hottie...hes a friend of the family if you know what i mean...some of his writings regarding michael jackson were downright bitchy (in a good way, of course)...good luck harriett...and don't be doing no coke when the cameras are rolling...i'd hate to see you wind up in a kate-moss-mess.

Memo to Kate Moss

Don't do coke in front of a tv crew you fucking moron. Didn't you know Matt Druge would link to it and the whole world would see you looking like a total loser-coke-whore-model-giggling-idiot. Do the coke in the bathroom like all your other supermodel friends. When you see a camera with a red light on at the end that means the camera is on and you're being filmed. Miss Moss, you sure look pretty snorting that crap off the mirror. So glamorous, so Hollywood, so hip. Casual drug use is so cool. I wish I could Party N Play like so many hip people i know but one time I accidentally sniffed laundry detergent up my nose and it hurt for 24 hours so for now I will just have to live vicariously thru you. Keep up the good work, you glamorous coke-whore, you!

I'm listening to West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys (my second favorite song from the 80's) and the lyrics are especially appropriate, I feel.

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a West End town

In a West End town, a dead end world

Big Black Widows

Dear God,
Why did you put black widows on the planet? I don't understand. I hate waterbugs more than anything in the world but at least they can't kill me. But black widows can be lethal. I was staying at my ex-boyfriends condo in Palm Springs and we saw two right out in the open. Ed killed them for me and we happily watched them die but now I'm worried I have bad-black-widow-kharma and they will come after me in my sleep. Did I kill one of your creatures or are black widows really insects from hell? Please send a deadly black widow plague to the world and wipe them out or at least let them become an endangered species like the panda. I'm going back to Palm Springs on Sunday so if they are all gone by then that would be frigging awesome.
PS Do you exist?

Aging

How do simple children evolve into such complicated adults?

News: Trouble in Phoenix

The production of Making Porn continues in Phoenix, Arizona even though on Sunday the cops were called in. It was all sooooo silly. Joe Marshall, who runs the theatre, has this psycho (allegedly, LOL) assistant producer who had gone AWOL from the production and then resurfaced suddenly when it came time to cut checks. He tried to pull a fast one dealing with a contractual issue and he get caught in some obvious lies so I decide I will only deal with him if the conversation is recorded...

So I whip out my laptop and start recording and he tells me I'm breaking the law. He says if I don't stop he will call the cops and have me arrested. Oy vey! Now I personally love cops and think they are very hot so I encouraged him to do it. I knew I was in my right to record him but who can turn down a little time in the back of squad car. Not me! So he calls the cops and guess what happens...NOTHING. They show up, looking so hot and they tell me I can record them if I want. I love cops. In fact COPS is one of my favorite tv shows.

Meanwhile the clock is ticking away and the audience is arriving...such drama...if you want to hear more check the live audio in a few days...I might do a little podcast about it. It was all very insane. I believe this was the third time I've had the cops called to a production. But I've never been arrested...YET! LOL

When Winona Meet Sally

Just watched Winona on Larry King talking about...well about everything...why do these celebrities feel the need to go on tv and talk about what disasters they are? I ask it with love. Nothing against Winona but what did she accomplish just now except for reminding everyone she got a DUI, which i had totally forgotten about. And she kept referring to "Winona music" as if "Winona music" is a genre. I just checked iTunes and no they don't have Winona listed as a genre. And she talked about how lonely it is living in hotels, blah blah blah...really, we all know celebrities are miserable, how could they not be? But what is served by going on talk shows and reveling in your horrible mistakes. Any fascination I had with Winona is officially over, now i just feel sorry for her...sort of like the way I feel about Whitney Houston after watching Being Bobby Brown. TV used to create intriguing fantasy, (Charlies Angels, anyone?) but now all we get is depressing reality. (Danny Bonaduce, anyone) I'm not complaining but if i were these peoples publicist I would tell them to keep the dirty laundry in the closet. But what the fuck do I know?

Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix!

god i love phoenix...i'm not kissing phoenix's ass but i really do love it...for one thing they have the greatest collection of dirty bookstores in the entire country. Zorbas in Scottsdale is this amazing store with booths with little windows where you can see other customers jacking off...its very hot indeed...and the food in phoenix...i'm not saying the food is good or bad but i am saying there is plenty of it 24 hours a day...there are drive thrus, buffets and a circle K on every corner! And the parking...oh lord i love the parking! Soooooooooo much parking! No meters....just seas and seas of open parking lots! after spending a month in San francisco driving around looking for parking spots and getting 40 dollar parking tickets three days in a row...well trust me when i say i appreciate those phoenix parking lots.

And the people are fucking nice too....no attitude, no bullshit....the people are very down-to-earth...it's too hot in phoenix for bullshit....no one has any energy for it...you can't be pretentious when your sweating in 115 degree weather!

so i'm very disapointed i won't be spending the month of october acting in my play 10 Naked Men for the alternative theatre company. i was very excited about spending a month in a city i worship. and believe me i've spent a lot of time touring in cities i did not worship...can you spell DETROIT! I spent 4 weeks in detroit doing 10 naked men. oh lord! more about that another time. though i did have my first white castle burger in detroit so i guess it wasn't a total wash...and the audiences were very, very appreciative...they laughed like they had never seen a gay naked comedy before...well come to think of it, they probably hadn't.

but ANYWAY.............

SO INSTEAD OF DOING 10 NAKED MEN WE'RE DOING MAKING PORN INSTEAD

Matthew Rush is still coming to town and I'll be there all week directing and driving everybody crazy but after that I have to go. i can't spend the month in phoenix due to some things that have come up in my personal life but phoenix will have the thrill of Matthew Rush in Making Porn for the whole 5 weeks. and i do mean thrill... You havent lived til you've seen matthew covered in white fluid at the end of act one...its quite a sight....worth the price of admission

by the way are you enjoying my complete lack of sensible punctuation...it's a skill i picked up from reading the LA Times. (just kidding, i love the LA Times...they love me too, that's why they call me once a week begging me to subscribe...does anyone still read newspapers? why read a paper when i can read it online the night before????? and why are we talking about this?

SO...... NO 10 NAKED MEN BUT PLENTY OF MAKING PORN IN OCTOBER IN PHOENIX! HAPPY HALLOWEEN BOO

SEE YOU AT THE THEATRE!!!!!!!!!!

Fashion Trance Cures Cancer

Well it was a fascinating night with the parents....my mom has been struggling with cancer for many many years now. On and off with the chemo for literally years. I was raised in Bakersfield, California and that's where my parents still live. So I'm up visiting my parents tonight and my mom confesses that her new favorite TV show is Fashion Trance.

Has anyone besides my mother heard of this show???? It's on the style network.

It's literally JUST fashion shows unedited with little comments on the screen like, "fans of this designer include, Nicole Kidman. Cameron Diaz. Tom Cruise." The clothes are of course ridiculous but my mom loves it. She's fascinated by how the models walk.

"They cross their feet over each other wen they walk. How do they do that?"

So my dad goes to bed and we watch it. We are now officially both in a fashion trance!!

Me: Mom, I don't get it, why do you like this show?

Mom: It's just very entertaining.

Me: But why?

Mom: I don't know, i just like it. (pause) Look how skinny she is. (pause) Why don't they smile? (pause) You know they didn't always use to cover the nipples. They just started doing that.

Me: What nipples?

(Thank god for Tivo. My mom rewinds the show and yep, you can see the nipples thru the fabrics. No bras.)

Mom: Sometimes they blur them and sometimes they don't.

We sit. We watch. We remain in a fashion trance. The show ends. Bedtime. My mother sleeps in a lazyboy/recliner. I stand up go to hug her. You have to be gentle. She shows me a lump on her head that decreased recently thru chemotherapy. I give her a kiss. She tells me she loves me. I tell her I love her. I retire to the bedroom. Close the door. Open my laptop. Log on to the internet and read that..."

"Renee Zellwegger is anulling her marriage to Country singer Kenny Chesney after only four months. The reason she claims is fraud."

Fraud??? Fraud!?!?!?! What the fuck? I'm shaken from my fashion trance and dying to know more!

Love, Death and Jason Alexander

I'm falling in love with a woman named Tracy. She is one of the genuises who works at the genuis bar at the Grove. She is soooo great and smart and can fix any problem. I hope they pay her alot. She radiates intelligence and she's very beautiful. if i were straight i would certainly have the hots for her.

i love the Grove. it is my favrite place in LA. See a movie, eat, go to the Apple Store, buy a computer.

Today i stood by the pond and talked to Adam Beckworth about the death of our dear friend Robert Young. We are both devastated by his death. We cried and cried and cried...

...as i was crying jason Alexander walked by and strolled into crate and barrel. Such an LA experience. He was a with a very elegant woman all in white who looked like an assistant. He strolled two feet in front of her. It seemed clear they were not equals. I actually met a guy on the internet who supposedly writes for that Jason Alexander sitcom..not sure if its still on the air...i met him and went to his house and blew him...he said "we know the show isn't good but oh well the craft services is amazing. They feed us well and everyone on the show is very nice." i asked him if he thought Jason Alexander thought it was a bad show. i don't remember his response. i remember now i also worked with an actress once who was a personal assistant to jason Alexander...she said it was the most anal retentive house she had ever seen...everything was labeled and catalogued and inventoried. So they always knew how many light builbs were in the house and etc etc etc. i seem obsessed with Jason Alexander, today.

i rarely see celebrities in LA. here are my sightings i recall...

Tyne Daly at Bed Bath and Beyond buying towels
Mark McGrath at Marmalade Cafe
Billy Crystal at the 3rd street promenade
Geena Davis at the opening day of Gladitor at the CineramaDome
Quentin Tarantino walking down the street holding a notepad
Quentin Tarantino at a press screening for Get Shorty
Quentin Tarantino at the premiere of Pecker
Judith Light after a performance of my play Making porn (what she was doing there I will never know)

Actually recently in DC a very conservative reporter for Fox news Channel came to see 10 Naked Men...i recognized him right away but no one else did. He came with a woman. They acted like they were a couple. Somehow i doubt they were. LOL
I'm thinking of alot more celebrities i've run into now...alot actually now that i think about it... but i'm too tired to write more.

Goodnight.

My First Blog

i'm gonna try this blogging thing over the next few weeks...see how it goes...see if i like it...it might be an interesting outlet...not sure....

i love all this new technology but it also feels overwhelming and i'm not sure one should use technology just cause one can but i LOVE strangers. i love communicating with strangers...i work in the theatre and thats the nature of theatre, communicating with strangers...so this might be a good thing...it might be an extension of my theatre work.

we'll see

Thoughts: Strippers, My Delicious Library, Riots in Toledo

I read an aticle on Drudge today about poverty-stricken New Orleans evacuees spending money on strippers and booze. More power to you I say. They interviewed a savvy stripper. `They were tipping me $5 a pop,'' said a Zachary's dancer named Angel. ``I told them I felt bad taking their money. But I still took it.'' What an Angel!
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So I'm organizing all my books into this software called Delicious Library, you scan your book title and it catalogues it into your computer so you know what you have. Also as you scan it tells what the book is worth now on Amazon.com, so I'm scanning along, all of a sudden I scan an old copy of The Frogs by Stephen Sondheim and it says 149.95 on Amazon. I'm like what? So I go to Amazon and sho enough. I must have paid 3 bucks 20 years ago for this script. Then I scan in another play called Public Enemy by Kenneth Branagh, bingo, 125.00 dollars it's worth. So I go to Amazon.com and there are 5 copies for sale and the lowest is 125 and the highest is 211.00. Thats crazy. 211 dollars. You know how many carne steak asadas at Del Taco I could buy with that? Damn. On a side note, my Sunset Blvd CD is worth 89 cents but I think that's high, don't you? The best though is a book I own entitled Michael Marons Instant Make-Over Magic. I bought this book in high school in 1986 and now it's only worth 0.01. I swear to God. 1 penny. That's how it's listed on Amazon. But i wouldn't sell it for 5 pennies! Knowing my luck I'd sell it and the next day I'd be needing a Michael Maron Instant Magic Make-Over and then what the fuck would I do?

Oh, and in case you're curious, I own 753 books, 245 cds and 176 movies. Delicious Libray kicks ass!

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I was riveted and repulsed by the looting in Toledo. I love Toledo. They have a great porno theatre in Toldeo, I forget the name but anyway back to the looting! My Lord! When is this country gonna have a brutally honest discussion about poverty and race. The news commmentators kept mentioning that the majority of the looters were black. But when a bunch of drunk white dudes overturn cars after a football game they don't say, "We can't help notice that the majority of the rioters are white." it's time to start discussing race as opposed to just saying, "racism is bad." It seems everyone is racist! Why? I don't believe the answers are simple. Cats don't like dogs for the most part. Fish and birds are not friends! I grew up thinking racism could only be doled out by white people. It wasn't until I got older that I realized everyone hates everyone, period. One of my best friends is Chinese and he hates Koreans! Hates them. I wouldn't even know the diference. Man, this shit is complicated and bumper sticker slogans like, "Racism is bad", don't solve anything.