I am really looking forward to tonight's dinner where I will find out my fate for the next six months (UPDATE: I just got a call canceling dinner tonight and rescheduling it for Tuesday at lunch. Hmmmm). I have alluded to a job offer in the making and should everything go smoothly tonight, I will update tomorrow. Hell, I'll update if it all goes to shit.
I have been in comedy clip hell lately (you've all heard this song before) and the project is almost done. The good news is I have become expert at ProTools and I am really enjoying the video game aspect of the program.
I've seen two films in the last two nights: "The Hours" and "Adaptation."
"The Hours" is a meditation on death, suicide and regret. Just what the doctor ordered. It is beautifully acted, cleverly filmed, and it is also relentlessly depressing. I liked it. A lot.
"Adaptation" was fun for the first half hour then quickly grew wearisome. It has the same self-congratulatory snottiness that ruined last year's "The Royal Tennenbaums" and it makes me squirm. If you continually repeat in a film that the film itself is self-indulgent, then it becomes what? Decontructionist? Ugh. Whatever. I kept looking at my watch.
Back to "comedy." More later.