"Coffee with some aliens..."
A sunny day. Our high was 73F. I miss the smell of autumn leaves smoldering in front yards, after being raked into tall piles. But no, that thing that once was, to me, the spicy, smoky smell of fall has been stolen by leaf blowers, because people are too goddamm lazy to rake leaves.
I have been hung up on The Night Watchers. Two days ago I hit rpon a narrative device that should get it moving again. I'll say more tomorrow. And MP 1.3 was resubmitted today, along with the rebuttal letter. Jun and I expect galley pages in a few days.
This afternoon's film was Denis Villeneuve's Arrival (2016). And last night we finally saw James Mangold's Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. I know what the critics have said, and I know it didn't do well at the box office. But I thoroughly enjoyed it, ranking it the third best in the series, after Raiders of the Lost Ark and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It is vastly better than those two unlisted films. Phoebe Waller-Bridge, whom I adored in Fleabag, is a delight. All this said, I would judge the film to be about half an hour too long. At least one chase scene could be cut out entirely, the tuk-tuk chase set in Tangier (but filmed in Fez), and judicious minor trimming here and there could easily render it a tighter, more coherent film without losing anything that actually matters. I feel, often, Hollywood has forgotten that editors are as important to a good film as the director. Anyway, screw the critics. I had fun.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:10 p.m.
I have been hung up on The Night Watchers. Two days ago I hit rpon a narrative device that should get it moving again. I'll say more tomorrow. And MP 1.3 was resubmitted today, along with the rebuttal letter. Jun and I expect galley pages in a few days.
This afternoon's film was Denis Villeneuve's Arrival (2016). And last night we finally saw James Mangold's Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. I know what the critics have said, and I know it didn't do well at the box office. But I thoroughly enjoyed it, ranking it the third best in the series, after Raiders of the Lost Ark and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It is vastly better than those two unlisted films. Phoebe Waller-Bridge, whom I adored in Fleabag, is a delight. All this said, I would judge the film to be about half an hour too long. At least one chase scene could be cut out entirely, the tuk-tuk chase set in Tangier (but filmed in Fez), and judicious minor trimming here and there could easily render it a tighter, more coherent film without losing anything that actually matters. I feel, often, Hollywood has forgotten that editors are as important to a good film as the director. Anyway, screw the critics. I had fun.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:10 p.m.