New Releases, February 25th

Precedence Day 2014!

Happy Precedence Day! My favorite nationally recognized holiday!

I spent the week preparing like most Americans (and Canadians): I made a list of all my friends and put them in order of best to worst. I sent the top 10% Precedence Day cards (priority mail, of course) and received 8 in return!  A precedent. My precedenced friends are the best, really they are the best, your top friends, eh, not as great.

Next, I had to prepare for my Precedence Day line cutting ceremony. This is accepted in a lot great cities like Fresno and Des Moise, but it hasn't quite caught on in San Francisco so I'll have to explain it so that you may prepare for next year. Celebrating Precedence Day means making sure you value how wonderful you are and how you take priority over the people you think are, well, not as precedencial. Waiting in lines, while annoying, are understood as fair. Oh no, not on Precedence Day! Velvet stanchions in hand I cut those lines, I cut them good, bumping the impatient and imprudent alike (this is why banks and post offices are closed by the way.) Tartine, takes 3 minutes on Precedence Day, my only concern is which to select: brioche or savory bread pudding. (if you don't take a long time picking it's insulting to the people behind you.) Of course there are people that do not celebrate Precedence Day. Though San Francisco prides itself in tolerance and acceptance, there were shouts of out rage from the back of the line. Today I got;

"Hey, what do think you're doing, there's a line, can't you see? We've been waiting for 40 minutes!!"

 I addressed the crowd in a most sincere tone explaining that it is Precedence Day and if they understood anything about our Founding Fathers  they would understand that America's legacy is a constant celebration of stating our importance and acting out our disregard for merit and patience in the most unkind and unfair ways.  I don't know what their problem was but on the way out I felt a little bad, after all, they can't be blamed for their ignorance, so in the custom of Precedence Day and in proper precedencial fashion I ignored him really well.

[I am unhappy how this turned out, it is now 12:45am and I have rewritten this blog entry four times now, this is version one. The others versions get really dark and really silly and have been deleted for my and your safety. At least I get double overtime because it's a holiday]

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What I'll Never Forget

I was an extra on the set of The Master.  If you've see the show Extras or done extra work or known someone who has, then you already know that extra work is not glamorous, it is depressing and is never a career move for aspiring actors or filmmakers, and it's rarely fun.  I was almost gone, moving away for what I thought would be forever, and had no interest in the gig.  Also, I had no transportation and the shoot was up north.  When you get a call for one of these gigs you have to ask what the film is about and who is making it.  Out of curiosity I asked.  When I was told that it was P.T. Anderson's new film, staring Philip Seymour Hoffman, Laura Dern, Joaquin Phoenix, Amy Adams and that I had been selected for my "classic look," the compliment went to my head and I became full of fantastic ideas about my all but sure discovery by my favorite American director as his protégé.  Long story short, I was having an awful time being on set and seeing the professionals just feet away, yet divided from us by an impenetrable glass wall.  The day I quit was a 16hr day and most of it was spent trying not to smoke the prop cigarettes and avoiding the LA actors that seemed to have a grudge against the Bay Area, save for one that continuously propositioned me to join them in a dark hallway for "some blow and...whatever."  During the scene where Hoffman sings a sea shanty to a group of followers the camera broke, one of only two in the US available at the time.  While waiting for the second to be helicoptered in, Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Amy Adams passed the time singing Neil Diamond songs to one another.  Now if you know me, you know that I thought my whole life that Neil and I shared a birthday (turned out to be the other Neil), love his songs, and sing Brother Loves Traveling Salvation Show in the shower almost everyday.  I was positioned about two feet from them.  And Amy Adams had to remain naked cuz that weird fake pregnant belly was attached specifically for the naked scene (she wore a robe during this story).  It was hour 16 or more and I was an emotional wreck.  Hearing them sing my Solitary Man songs like bff's sent me over the edge.  I was asked what was wrong by my admirer and explained that all the smoke and the long hours were making my eyes water (nope. I lied.  straight crying y'all).  When the scene was finally finished we all filed out a narrow passageway to get out of the house.  I was behind Hoffman and without a thought I pulled out my phone, loaded up Sweet Caroline and tapped ma man on the shoulder.  He politely turned to a stammering, bloodshot eyed fan.  All I could do was hold my phone up to his face for him to hear and stutter out, "remember?  From before?"  Hoffman seemed puzzled for a sec and then it dawned on him.  He replied, "oh yeah," and resumed walking out down the corridor.   When I finally got home I drew a bath and cried a bit more.  I don't know a thing about the man and can't speak on his personality.  But anyone who shares my love is someone I love and I love me some Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Her: I don't Speak For Everyone Here

Maybe I expected too much, but Her seemed to me as just another woman hating student film.  Albeit, a very cute, stylish and sometimes visually impressive student film feel.  Mr. Phoenix is a compelling actor and delivers a strong role, but the nature of Her is that every woman in the film is lacking or is responsible for Theodore's (Phoenix's character) lack.  Halfway through the film I began to imagine that Scarlet J was actually on screen (the voice of Samantha the AI) and that all the dazzling design elements of Jone's future were absent.  This made the film soooo boring.  So I stopped and tried to enjoy it more.  Also, I guess something to look forward to, there are no poor people in Los Angeles in the future.  That'll be nice.  Jones seems to be real good at working with his actors, of course he has a slick eye and a knack for dramatic framing.  What he lacks as a director is a compelling script that allows for a universe where women are valuable members of the cast and bummer dudes are not more heartwarming than a Wes Anderson soundtrack.

Posted by Patrick (not Justin) FYI

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