maybe this time
*shrieks, passes out*
Luckily, this was a good end to a completely awful day which started out lovely when I moseyed down to JB Hi-Fi in the Strand on my lunch hour, ready to spend seventy-five dollars on one of the two funpacks, only to find them both for twenty-five bucks each. Promptly staggered back to court with both and happened to run into one of the department monitors, a pretty awesome guy with quite interesting taste in books and movies. So I asked him what he thinks of a) Cormac McCarthy and b) Jerry, naturally.
He screws up his nose at Cormac McCarthy to which I (naturally) enthuse about The Road then ask him up why the screwing up of the nose and he tells me he doesn't like his earlier stuff. He has a thing about earlier stuff. This is the reason he adores JG Ballard and I don't. Well, I adore JG Ballard but not for the early slightly badly written sci-fi stuff. *nods* Don't worry, I feel guilty about that too. I'm feeling a lot of guilt these days. Verrah gullible, me. *snort*
And he tells me he rather enjoys Jer and then proceeds to blow my mind by telling me about this. I was actually struck dumb for fully fifteen seconds. I'm fairly certain all brain function ceased. Mind you, at the time all I had was the info he'd given me which was time, place, price and nature of event. I then spent the next two hours --- thank GOD it was only two! --- in complete agony, wanting the freaking hearing to be done already so I could get to a computer with Internet access and find out if there were tickets available. I was dreading it being sold out.
And man, was I annihilated when two hours later, I discovered that, yeah, it is. *sighs* The reason this cuts so bad is because seriously, for the past week or so all I've been doing is googling Jerry. While I've got other windows open in YouTube and LJ and email, there's always been a google search going. And every single fucking time I've been in the images section, trying to track down black and white publicity stills. I haven't clicked on a single link in the web section. And it never even occurred to me to google Sydney events. Why would I?
If anything, today I was thinking fondly about him starting to film Max Rose cos apparently that's supposed to start in the American fall which means now, right? Why would I even think about Sydney? And definitely nothing shows up when you just google his name which is what I've been doing.
So I was completely gutted for the second time in two weeks because for the second time in two weeks I've missed out on film events that would mean the world to me at least right now. Wallowing in self-pity so much I came home and couldn't bring myself to even look at either of the funpacks and instead watched my second Laurel and Hardy film before crawling into bed way too early.
Well, at least there was that little voice in the back of my head going "Waitasecond, he wouldn't come all this way just to do one little Q&A, you better see if there's other stuff he's doing."
And YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY I'M GOING TO SEE JERRY LEWIS!! *dances*
And yes, okay, he may be abrasive and unpleasant and I may have the same reaction I inevitably have to live comedy which is "ooh, too far, too far now, dude" but at least I've watched enough of Jer to expect that danger and can even love him for it.
I was thinking about that today, actually, how he so totally flaunts the otherness of him. In an era where men were supposed to be strong suave staunchly heterosexual mostly AngloSaxon specimens, his performative persona was a gawky hapless violent loose cannon with very overt Jewish speech rhythms and phrasing --- I don't know, was it fashionable in the arts to be overtly Jewish just post-WW2? god, I need to get his book --- who quite frequently launched mouth to mouth kisses and full body contact on other men. It's totally fascinating. He was so dangerous on so many levels ...
Ha. And no doubt I will come home with a backache cos god, I love the Enmore but I would donate money every freaking month for decades if they would just replace all the torturous buckling seats with comfortable plush ergonomic ones. Gah. There's heritage listing and then there's heritage listing, man. I'm pretty sure the human spine couldn't have changed that much since 1912! Actually it may well have, couldn't it? More sedentary lifestyles, less calcium intake, lower bone density? Or wait, was it the other way around? Hmm. *tries to remember Otzi lessons, fails woefully*
What? Oh right. And Paulie and Mikey and Julia Morris and other comedy people. Awww, I haven't seen Paulie for yonks.
And now I can watch my newly acquired Jer films. Yayness! *dances a little in bed*
Luckily, this was a good end to a completely awful day which started out lovely when I moseyed down to JB Hi-Fi in the Strand on my lunch hour, ready to spend seventy-five dollars on one of the two funpacks, only to find them both for twenty-five bucks each. Promptly staggered back to court with both and happened to run into one of the department monitors, a pretty awesome guy with quite interesting taste in books and movies. So I asked him what he thinks of a) Cormac McCarthy and b) Jerry, naturally.
He screws up his nose at Cormac McCarthy to which I (naturally) enthuse about The Road then ask him up why the screwing up of the nose and he tells me he doesn't like his earlier stuff. He has a thing about earlier stuff. This is the reason he adores JG Ballard and I don't. Well, I adore JG Ballard but not for the early slightly badly written sci-fi stuff. *nods* Don't worry, I feel guilty about that too. I'm feeling a lot of guilt these days. Verrah gullible, me. *snort*
And he tells me he rather enjoys Jer and then proceeds to blow my mind by telling me about this. I was actually struck dumb for fully fifteen seconds. I'm fairly certain all brain function ceased. Mind you, at the time all I had was the info he'd given me which was time, place, price and nature of event. I then spent the next two hours --- thank GOD it was only two! --- in complete agony, wanting the freaking hearing to be done already so I could get to a computer with Internet access and find out if there were tickets available. I was dreading it being sold out.
And man, was I annihilated when two hours later, I discovered that, yeah, it is. *sighs* The reason this cuts so bad is because seriously, for the past week or so all I've been doing is googling Jerry. While I've got other windows open in YouTube and LJ and email, there's always been a google search going. And every single fucking time I've been in the images section, trying to track down black and white publicity stills. I haven't clicked on a single link in the web section. And it never even occurred to me to google Sydney events. Why would I?
If anything, today I was thinking fondly about him starting to film Max Rose cos apparently that's supposed to start in the American fall which means now, right? Why would I even think about Sydney? And definitely nothing shows up when you just google his name which is what I've been doing.
So I was completely gutted for the second time in two weeks because for the second time in two weeks I've missed out on film events that would mean the world to me at least right now. Wallowing in self-pity so much I came home and couldn't bring myself to even look at either of the funpacks and instead watched my second Laurel and Hardy film before crawling into bed way too early.
Well, at least there was that little voice in the back of my head going "Waitasecond, he wouldn't come all this way just to do one little Q&A, you better see if there's other stuff he's doing."
And YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY I'M GOING TO SEE JERRY LEWIS!! *dances*
And yes, okay, he may be abrasive and unpleasant and I may have the same reaction I inevitably have to live comedy which is "ooh, too far, too far now, dude" but at least I've watched enough of Jer to expect that danger and can even love him for it.
I was thinking about that today, actually, how he so totally flaunts the otherness of him. In an era where men were supposed to be strong suave staunchly heterosexual mostly AngloSaxon specimens, his performative persona was a gawky hapless violent loose cannon with very overt Jewish speech rhythms and phrasing --- I don't know, was it fashionable in the arts to be overtly Jewish just post-WW2? god, I need to get his book --- who quite frequently launched mouth to mouth kisses and full body contact on other men. It's totally fascinating. He was so dangerous on so many levels ...
Ha. And no doubt I will come home with a backache cos god, I love the Enmore but I would donate money every freaking month for decades if they would just replace all the torturous buckling seats with comfortable plush ergonomic ones. Gah. There's heritage listing and then there's heritage listing, man. I'm pretty sure the human spine couldn't have changed that much since 1912! Actually it may well have, couldn't it? More sedentary lifestyles, less calcium intake, lower bone density? Or wait, was it the other way around? Hmm. *tries to remember Otzi lessons, fails woefully*
What? Oh right. And Paulie and Mikey and Julia Morris and other comedy people. Awww, I haven't seen Paulie for yonks.
And now I can watch my newly acquired Jer films. Yayness! *dances a little in bed*