“Did I receive any mail?”asked Akemi.
She seemed genuinely crestfallen when I informed her: “No.”, then did that thing she always does when she’s thinking, alternately inflating one cheek, then the other. “Waiting for something?”I asked.
“An invitation to my sister’s wedding.”
I considered. “Are you sure you’re invited?”
She threw me a look, then redirected her attention to the brochure for The Imperial Hotel Tokyo I’d just received. “It’s too bad,”she said, eyeing one of the hotel’s fall deals. “They have a great deal in September.”
“When’s your sister getting married?”
“Is it set in stone? Would it be possible for her to move it forward a couple of weeks? I mean twenty six thousand yen a night. That’s a pretty good deal.”
She ignored me.
“What? Would it hurt to ask?”
And continued to ignore me.
So, hey, the votes are on and, if you didn’t notice, The Fifth Element came out on top. That means that Monday, July 15th, the Supermovie of the Week Club will reconvene with a non-superhero-themed movie. Our resident film critic, Cookie Monster, will swing by to weigh in with his thoughts on the movie – and expect you to weigh in with yours as well. The week following, we return to the super theme with one of the movies we overlooked in our year-long marathon viewing: Despicable Me. The sequel is getting a lot of buzz so I’m curious as to what all the fuss is about. Anyway, check out the trailers of the next couple of movies on deck:
What’s with Gary Oldman’s hair? And Chris Tucker’s everything?
My writing partner gives it the thumbs up. But he’s got kids.
Hey, speaking of movies (and at the risk of sending Das into a tizzy) here’s an interesting article on The Lone Ranger’s box office underperformance: The Lone Ranger Represents Everything That’s Wrong With Hollywood Blockbusters. I agree with the breakdown, especially point 4, “The Length Problem”. “Fun” summer releases have no business being over two hours long. Oh, hey, by the way, Hollywood – Despicable Me 2, which is kicking The Lone Ranger’s ass, runs a comparatively brief 98 minutes. This does NOT bode well for the 131 minute Pacific Rim which, coincidentally or not, is already on track to flame out at the box office. But, clearly, Hollywood will be damned if they let the general movie-going public tell THEM what to make! Witness the After Earth debacle. They’re going to let M. Night Shyamalan keep making movies until he gets it right! Suddenly, The Sixth Sense seems like such a long time ago.
Oh, to those of you inquiring about Martin’s birthday present, I ended up getting him a gift certificate for THIS place: Snake River Farms, home of American Wagyu Beef and Kurobuta Pork.