I'm not finished but so far watching the level of doubagedness... douchebaggery...(?) that Muthana Mohmed is displaying in is absolutely killing me. I almost threw the remote at the flat screen just now.
That anyone would have to point out to this spoiled brat that he should be trying to make himself invaluable is BEYOND SICK and of course heartbreaking to those of us who are 40 and have accepted that we are not going to have the opportunity to go to Film School anytime soon.
You know who I'm really sad for, though? What about the next young hopeful who would have been offering to shine the shoes of the guy who fetches the coffee for the meetings (never mind the gal who's editing the GAG REEL - she I would name a child for...)
The thing that really burns my ass is now Mark and Liev might hesitate to do this for someone who really is deserving and merits this kind of opportunity. They don't call it a cautinary tale for nothing.
My husband keeps saying "what a total dick." Oh, that interspersed with the occasional "This must be just killing you." GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Okay I'm going back to finish it but I just had to purge. (And get some more ice tea).
Friday, January 14, 2011
Degrees of Deserving?
If you're like me, your sense of entitlement is out of wack in terms of what you allow your loved ones vs. yourself. For example - my girls love to go shopping with me because I tell them ABSOLUTELY... YES that dress will bolster your confidence and BESIDES.... YOU DESERVE IT. But will I do this for myself? Not normally... cosmetics aside, of course. I have like 600 eyeliners because my Mom and every guy I've ever dated always told me they were my best feature. So, actually, is the eyeliner really even a gift for me? Hmmm got to ponder that one.
Anyways...
Usually my inner process is in order to do anything that will make me feel good, I need to earn it. This also holds true for things that are a gift to my mind - which is really the best kind of feeling good, isn't it?
So, on my previous post about Liev's Directoral Debut I explained that I didn't feel qualified to comment on his mad lensing skills until I had read the book and could see where Jonathan ends and Liev begins.
Coming to a close on the book last night I considered myself almost ready to expound on the topic.
Errrrrrrck.
Slam on the breaks today as another of my Liev DVD's arrived from Amazon (I've ordered everything, now, including all the docs). This one's called Operation Filmmaker and I'm pleased to say it's about Liev feeling philanthropic and paying the bounties of his career forward. From the looks of the trailer, things go somewhat awry. But either way, it's yet more insite into the Man that reaches beyond the Myth. YEAH!
I really want to watch it right now but I'm off to pic up my sister as we're going to see Fair Game tonight. Double YEAH!
Watching Operation Filmaker will allow me to feel qualified enough to ponder and then pontificate (cause you knew that was coming) about His Hotness on an intellectual level. I know, you're thinking "that never stopped her before." But this is different - this was a passion project from his GUTS & SOUL. It's one thing to comment on acting abilities or how someone looks. Having Liev allow us to see a story through his eyes - whole different ball game.
So, if I can keep this straight, when I watch Operation Filmmaker it will actually be Art (the documentary) about Life (this Iraqui's story) about Art (Liev's movie) imitating Art (Jonathan's book) that imitates Life (his Grandfather's story).
I'd say that would make me qualified to write a real review of the whole experience when I'm done, wouldn't you?
Stay tuned... xx
Anyways...
Usually my inner process is in order to do anything that will make me feel good, I need to earn it. This also holds true for things that are a gift to my mind - which is really the best kind of feeling good, isn't it?
So, on my previous post about Liev's Directoral Debut I explained that I didn't feel qualified to comment on his mad lensing skills until I had read the book and could see where Jonathan ends and Liev begins.
Coming to a close on the book last night I considered myself almost ready to expound on the topic.
Errrrrrrck.
Slam on the breaks today as another of my Liev DVD's arrived from Amazon (I've ordered everything, now, including all the docs). This one's called Operation Filmmaker and I'm pleased to say it's about Liev feeling philanthropic and paying the bounties of his career forward. From the looks of the trailer, things go somewhat awry. But either way, it's yet more insite into the Man that reaches beyond the Myth. YEAH!
I really want to watch it right now but I'm off to pic up my sister as we're going to see Fair Game tonight. Double YEAH!
Watching Operation Filmaker will allow me to feel qualified enough to ponder and then pontificate (cause you knew that was coming) about His Hotness on an intellectual level. I know, you're thinking "that never stopped her before." But this is different - this was a passion project from his GUTS & SOUL. It's one thing to comment on acting abilities or how someone looks. Having Liev allow us to see a story through his eyes - whole different ball game.
So, if I can keep this straight, when I watch Operation Filmmaker it will actually be Art (the documentary) about Life (this Iraqui's story) about Art (Liev's movie) imitating Art (Jonathan's book) that imitates Life (his Grandfather's story).
I'd say that would make me qualified to write a real review of the whole experience when I'm done, wouldn't you?
Stay tuned... xx
The Reviews Are In...
... and as usual the New York Times comes through for Liev. ♥
Here's the link. NY Times
If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another
Here's the link. NY Times
If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another
It is useful to know that Richard Levine, the writer and director of “Every Day,” was one of the brains behind that guiltiest of depraved TV pleasures: “Nip/Tuck.” In the movie his presumed surrogate, Ned (Liev Schreiber), is a writer for a popular New York-based medical drama whose creative team sits around at meetings making wisecracks like “sex with one’s dog is the new sex with one’s cat” while dreaming up outrageous plot turns involving cannibalism, bestiality and castration.
The show runner, Garrett (Eddie Izzard), is a high-strung gay man who pressures the relatively square, squeamish Ned to come up with shocking plot twists. But Ned, who has been married for 19 years and has two sons, the oldest of whom, 15-year-old Jonah (Ezra Miller), recently came out as gay, is a traditional dad who looks at life from the viewpoint of a protective parent. He has grown disgusted with the show.
“Every Day” is a fairly accurate portrait of moderately upscale urban life as it is lived today. It’s not easy. You might say that the times they have a-changed much faster than Ned has been able to adjust to them. Cautiously accepting of Jonah’s sexuality, he frets that college students might prey on his son if the boy is allowed to attend a gay and lesbian dance. As it turns out, Ned has reason to be concerned.
If Ned’s wife, Jeannie (Helen Hunt), worries less about Jonah, she has her own challenges. The family has reluctantly and dutifully taken in her recently widowed father, Ernie (Brian Dennehy), who has multiple ailments and uses a wheelchair. Given to tantrums and drunken benders, Ernie is a raging depressive who knows that his days are numbered and refuses to have surgery to prolong a life that has lost most of its zest.
Very well written and acted, “Every Day” feels like a glorified television drama softened with comic and surreal trimmings, with a mildly upbeat ending appended. As self-consciously up to date as the hit comedy show “Modern Family,” it is considerably more heavy-hearted. Its fantasy sequences humanize the otherwise unbearable Ernie, a devotee of Count Basie and Duke Ellington who retreats into a dream world in which his happier younger self plays the drums with a swing band.
Unlike so many family movies, “Every Day” portrays the parents as mature adults, making the best of their trying circumstances; they don’t behave like spoiled brats. Stretched to the breaking point by a demanding father she was never fond of, Ms. Hunt’s Jeannie barely manages to keep her temper in check. Over 40, she is acutely aware of her aging body and of her loyal husband’s possibly roaming eye. In the face of all this anxiety, her self-restraint is almost heroic. It is a role that makes good use of Ms. Hunt’s edge of tension and suppressed hysteria.
Mr. Schreiber’s Ned tries valiantly to resist the sexual provocations of Robin (Carla Gugino), a cynical, fun-loving co-worker assigned to work with him on a script. Their after-hours meeting prevents him from attending a concert in which his younger son, Ethan (Skyler Fortgang), plays violin.
Although Ned’s high-salaried job keeps the family solvent, his worsening writer’s block and his disgust with his work are not hopeful signs, and the looming cost of putting Ernie in an expensive nursing home threatens the family’s financial security. Mr. Schreiber’s performance as a goodhearted professional writer coping with the uncertainties and temptations of contemporary life is entirely persuasive. Here is a modern urban man at midlife, panting on a treadmill at the heart of the media jungle, as the pace quickens and his enthusiasm ebbs.
The show runner, Garrett (Eddie Izzard), is a high-strung gay man who pressures the relatively square, squeamish Ned to come up with shocking plot twists. But Ned, who has been married for 19 years and has two sons, the oldest of whom, 15-year-old Jonah (Ezra Miller), recently came out as gay, is a traditional dad who looks at life from the viewpoint of a protective parent. He has grown disgusted with the show.
“Every Day” is a fairly accurate portrait of moderately upscale urban life as it is lived today. It’s not easy. You might say that the times they have a-changed much faster than Ned has been able to adjust to them. Cautiously accepting of Jonah’s sexuality, he frets that college students might prey on his son if the boy is allowed to attend a gay and lesbian dance. As it turns out, Ned has reason to be concerned.
If Ned’s wife, Jeannie (Helen Hunt), worries less about Jonah, she has her own challenges. The family has reluctantly and dutifully taken in her recently widowed father, Ernie (Brian Dennehy), who has multiple ailments and uses a wheelchair. Given to tantrums and drunken benders, Ernie is a raging depressive who knows that his days are numbered and refuses to have surgery to prolong a life that has lost most of its zest.
Very well written and acted, “Every Day” feels like a glorified television drama softened with comic and surreal trimmings, with a mildly upbeat ending appended. As self-consciously up to date as the hit comedy show “Modern Family,” it is considerably more heavy-hearted. Its fantasy sequences humanize the otherwise unbearable Ernie, a devotee of Count Basie and Duke Ellington who retreats into a dream world in which his happier younger self plays the drums with a swing band.
Unlike so many family movies, “Every Day” portrays the parents as mature adults, making the best of their trying circumstances; they don’t behave like spoiled brats. Stretched to the breaking point by a demanding father she was never fond of, Ms. Hunt’s Jeannie barely manages to keep her temper in check. Over 40, she is acutely aware of her aging body and of her loyal husband’s possibly roaming eye. In the face of all this anxiety, her self-restraint is almost heroic. It is a role that makes good use of Ms. Hunt’s edge of tension and suppressed hysteria.
Mr. Schreiber’s Ned tries valiantly to resist the sexual provocations of Robin (Carla Gugino), a cynical, fun-loving co-worker assigned to work with him on a script. Their after-hours meeting prevents him from attending a concert in which his younger son, Ethan (Skyler Fortgang), plays violin.
Although Ned’s high-salaried job keeps the family solvent, his worsening writer’s block and his disgust with his work are not hopeful signs, and the looming cost of putting Ernie in an expensive nursing home threatens the family’s financial security. Mr. Schreiber’s performance as a goodhearted professional writer coping with the uncertainties and temptations of contemporary life is entirely persuasive. Here is a modern urban man at midlife, panting on a treadmill at the heart of the media jungle, as the pace quickens and his enthusiasm ebbs.
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