It may seem as though I took my own wish for a happy and relaxed Labor Day a little too far, deciding to retreat to the chaise lounge with a pitcher of Long Island iced tea and the latest issue of Vogue, never to return. Well, actually, it's more ironic than that. I wrote the Labor Day post while at my office, on Labor Day, working on a project. I knew I was going to be busy all week long with bread-winning and that kind of thing, and sure enough, as Nostradamus is my witness, that's the way it turned out. And I was trying to be prepared for it. The day before Labor Day, I spent the entire day on an overview of the autumn in store for us lucky Los Angeles moviegoers courtesy of local revival theaters. But as it turns out, one should not baby-sit and cook and blog at the same time, for when one does (or at least this one) distractions occur, and as a result of my not-too-clear thinking about 9,000 words on the subject of repertory cinema got wiped off my Microsoft Word clipboard while I was trying to decide whether to jump up and pull the burning spaghetti off the stove. Boo hoo.
Therein the darkness around here this week. But I do have stuff ready to go. My contribution to Tony Dayoub's Brian De Palma Blog-a-thon is scheduled for publication tomorrow afternoon around 4:00, and a revamped version of that revival cinema post will be visible this weekend, before too many more delights courtesy of the Cinefamily and the New Beverly Cinema have already passed us by. Also on the docket, finally, my answers to Professor Snape's Movie Quiz (plus a couple of questions from the last one, which I skipped altogether), some notes of appreciation on character actor Bruce McGill, the new Ramin Bahrani movie Goodbye, Solo, and maybe even a look ahead at great and not-so-great expectations for the fall movie season-- you know, when Hollywood trots out all the supposedly award-worthy movies that are supposed to make us forget about the great stuff we've already seen.
Thanks for hanging in there. Words a-comin'.