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Standing Up, Sitting Down

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Standing Up, Falling Down WRITTEN BY Peter Hoare DIRECTED BY Matt Ratner RATING: R RUNTIME: 91 minutes Watching an actor do something unexpected can bring a welcome frisson to almost any project. Consider Daniel Craig’s rollicking turn as a redneck thief in Steven Soderbergh’s Logan Luck y, (my seatmate didn’t even realize she was watching Craig until the closing credits of the film) or Gene Hackman, in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein as the lonely good Samaritan looking to share cigars and espresso with Peter Boyle’s monster. It’s thrilling to see a performance that makes you realize how versatile some performers are and how their work livens up what could be an ordinary film. To the list of actors looking to broaden their range, we can now add Billy Crystal. Far removed from the days of such of his monster hits as City Slickers , When Harry Met Sally and Analyze This , Crystal has spent much of the aughts as a still-in-demand talk guest and touring with 700 Sundays , the o

This is damned impressive.

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Cool time-lapse video

Cool time-lapse video.
Acting! Brilliant! Thank you! I finally remembered to record an episode of L&O:CI 90210 NCISLA with Goldblum in it. If you get a chance, grab an episode that he’s in and look at the opening. As they do on all the L&O shows, after they show the stills of the cast, there’s the part where all the principals stride purposefully toward the camera. Honest to God, I watched it ten times because I needed to make sure of this, but you can tell that Goldblum was fucking around every time they shot it and they ended up using the least objectionable one. He’s walking toward the camera with this fey little grin on his face and he’s almost skipping, and maybe three frames before they cut, you can see Bogosian starting to laugh. Priceless.
The Dea(r)th of Privacy This was posted on someone's Facebook page, right out there for public consumption: "Whoever recommended against me for a job i am pursuing: shame on you. i am perfect for it. shame on you." For whose benefit was that posted? Was it someone she was friends with that slagged her and kept her from getting the gig? No. She was just pouting publicly. Why do people get off on that? And there are responses to it! About how people are just jealous or threatened. Last night, another of my "friends" posted that she was going to "going upstairs to cuddle with her handsome hubby." When did nothing become private? And if you're going to announce to the world that you're going to have sex, don't be coy about it. Post positions, accessories, duration, method of birth control. Enquiring minds want to know! I can’t really fathom the pathology of passing on the minutiae of one’s day, the minuscule crumbs of accomplishment
I responded to an online posting for a writer/producer tonight. Description Television Writer / Producer (Senior) - NY , NY . Hey, let's call a spade a spade before we go any further. We could not be any more excited about having this opportunity and this client willing to trust us. Who are we but some dopey small Recruiting firm and that these guys had enough faith in us to give us a shot at filling this is an honor I will take with me certainly to lunch...and possibly dinner but will absolutely be forgotten about by dessert so there you have it... Let's get to it. The primary responsibility of this position is to WRITE & PRODUCE...Duh! Okay, more than that is to be a creative resource for all their network promotions on-air and online, as well as conceptualizing original show packages. You'll be responsible for writing and producing compelling on and off-air promotion, radio spots and sales tapes that fully convey the tone of the network and over

Does a Second Career Necessitate a First One?

If you had asked me at 24 whether I would be teaching preschool at 44, the answer would have been "I certainly hope not." Actually, it would have been "fuck, no." Such is the folly and faux-foresight of the young, as here I am, an almost-old man in a world of mostly-young women. Be careful what you don't wish for. So twenty years of working among virtual children in the form of network executives has given way to spending my days with actual ones. I had had enough of going into every new gig with eyes wide open, free of guile and suspicion, only to find myself as the returning champion in another game of "Watch Your Back." ("With your Watchmaster, Jim Lange!") Twenty years of guys who needed it taken "to the next level," but who rigged the staircase that went there with explosives. Network execs who were self-described "aesthetes" and came bearing offbeat music choices, ironic eyewear and hilarious tales of being th