Saturday Mornings
4/02/2005
I miss the Saturday mornings of my childhood, getting up at 8:00 to watch Land of The Lost, Superfriends, and later (when I was far too old to be getting up for cartoons) Pee-Wee's Playhouse.
But here I am, not watching television (because there's nothing on worth watching on Saturday's anymore). Instead, I'm surfing the web for the latest news on Doctor Who casting, now that Christopher Eccleston has stepped down from the role after only one season (bloody ponce). Looks like the buzz is that a scottish actor in another Russel T. Davies series is being considered. Not sure how excited I am about this.
Anthony Stewart Head really ought to be considered. Sure, he's pushing well past the 'sexy' male age of 20-40, but he's a brilliant actor and he's already proven his merit. Please please please give Tony a chance!
The second episode of the new series is being aired tonight, and because there's still no US distribution, I'll be skipping over to D's house tomorrow to watch it. Can't wait!
Nothing much going on today. I've done a bit of web surfing, read a fantastic review of Carnivale's Season 2 finale, and that's about it. Haven't really decided what to do with myself.
Last night, my wife and I caught Sin City at the Movies 8 in Broken Arrow. It was a unique little film, a little too pointlessly violent and 'male power trip' for my tastes. However, the middle segment with Mickey Rourke as a superhuman, disfigured antihero is well worth the price of admission. I'd have enjoyed the Yellow Bastard sequence, but I have too much respect for Nick Stahl (who plays Ben Hawkins in my other favorite series, Carnivale) to appreciate this singularly-minded cardboard baddie. And it's just disturbing, and not in a Lynchian sort of way.
Which is all so strange, because I love Frank Miller's work. Esp. Electra Assassin and Arkham Asylum. But this was just too singlularly-minded, no real depth to anything. Just raw, unadulterated violence and gross-out bloodshed. Great for teenage kicks, but I'm a little older and wiser now. I've seen all this shit in other forms already.
Oh well. I will most definitely praise the day, however, when Frank Miller's Batman gets to play out on the big screen. 'Arkham Asylum' the movie would be a real mindfuck for everyone expecting something similar to past attempts (and weren't most of them simply awful). If that ever happens, I'll probably be scraping my jaw off the floor in stupefied bliss.
Hitchhiker's Guide will be out in a couple/few weeks to renew my faith in celluloid. And it looks to be straight-on and faithful to the work. I can't wait to find out.
I still haven't written about my feature night at Gypsy. It was fun, a little nerve-racking and emotionally draining, and the response was great! It wasn't the busiest night out there, but several long-time-no-see friends and acquaintances made an appearance, which to that I am grateful. Wish I had a camera so I could post some photos.
I think perhaps that my poetry is not meant to be read out loud, or at least not my newer, more complex and thoughtful material. Some of it might go well with music, though. "Macree," a frequent visitor to the Gypsy and a brilliant (mysterious) guitarist/songwriter, has taken one of my chapbooks. He appeared to be blown away by my performance, the cadence, the visuals of my words, the energy, and he wants to put some music to a few of them. I'm most definitely up for that, as I haven't done anything outside of a computer in years. And I'm ready for something a little different.
We shall see.
This coming Tuesday, Pauly Hart is the featured poet. Check out his web site and make plans to see him. I'll be there.
posted by novachild @ Saturday, April 02, 2005,
