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| I didn't get to go to a movie on New year's day as I had planned
to. Kirsten and I rented a pile of videos and lazed around the live
long day. Unfolded the Hide-A-Bedtm
and began the feast of film with "Heavenly Creatures," a film I first saw
at a theater on the corner of 48th and Chicago in Minneapolis next to a
bar serving a hamburger listed on the menu as "Juicy Lucy." If I
recall right, Dave went for the Juicy Lucy while I settled for fries and
a frosted mug of yellow beer. Later, Kirsten and I viewed "Fantasia,"
in anticipation, perhaps, of seeing the new "Fantasia 2000" that has opened
at the new Imax theater. Many memories of viewing "Fantasia" I have
lodged away, the earliest being at the Hollywood theater in downtown Eau
Claire. The event of the viewing was somewhat of a double date.
That theater is now a church and I never thought of it before, but I bet
more people have made out in that church than just about anywhere else
in the city. At some point in the midst of all this lazy movie watching,
we pried ourselves off the couch and drove down to the In-N-Out burger
so I could purchase my year 2000 meal of: cheeseburger, french fries, and
a vanilla shake. Nothing better than that could I have eaten at that
time on the first day of the New Year after the 1900's had expired.
Sorry about not hitting a theater on the 1st, we went to see the new Woody Allen picture, Sweet and Lowdown, on the 2nd. A solid film all the way around. Fully enjoyable. I'm not sure if I consider Uma Thurman even slightly talented as an actress, but I like her character. Maybe the woman is becoming more of a star than an actress? More along the lines of Katherine Hepburn than Shelly Winters. But that's okay. Not that I think wasting away her prime physical years fully clothed all the time is okay. She'll want those nude scenes around on film when she's sixty. Come on Uma, do it for yourself at the very least. I have to, as well as does everyone else I imagine, get use to the look of two zeros indicating the year. That's my biggest y2k problem. That and my car goes forward in reverse and reverse in low 2. The spiders seem larger than last year and I find myself putting on more weight than before the twenty-hundreds had arrived. Oddly, I note many more Spanish speakers around me than last year at this time. It's the new Babel, I'm telling you. The Alien's probes are much larger and stickier than last year. They also seem to be committing more "in house abductions," as they call them, than I remember them doing last year. I do so wish the Aliens weren't all dead ringers for the priests at the seminary school down the street. It makes me think the promises of a space ship ride might just be a trick. But that's a horrible thought, and I repress it. Happy New year. The same shit as last year. |