The latest installment of my win-friends-and-influence-people project at The Auteurs‘, the Topics/Questions/Exercises of the week, is up now. It’s as disagreeable as ever, albeit with some slightly oblique touches. Some perhaps too oblique.
Also, since I don’t rag on David Poland at all in this week’s column, I thought I’d try out the David Poland Fortune Cookie in this space instead:
In other news, on Saturday, August 8, I turn 50. As Iggy Pop shouts in the intro to “Louie, Louie” on Metallic K.O., “I never thought it’d come to this, baby!”
It’s too bad you’re married, cuz you and Karina Longworth have a fun Tracy-Hepburn thing going. Or at least a one-sided version of a Tracy-Hepburn thing.
Happy Birthday, GK!
Happy early 50th…also, am I crazy or is the title of this post an oh-so-hip Henry Kaiser reference?
Henry Kaiser was making a Spinal Tap reference, actually! As am I. Although to be super-meta, I can say both!
Always feel a little weird saying this to people I don’t know, but still: Happy Birthday.
FYI, the link to that fortune cookie generator is broken, at least on my end.
Thanks, JF. Link is fixed.
Happy Birthday, Glenn.
(Insert lame joke about not eating too much cake if you want to see 60.)
I am fascinated by your odd obsession with me. I won’t spend much time trying to figure it out. But I am honored by how hard you are working to deconstruct me. It never occurred to me that I was that important.
@ David Poland: You’re not that important. You’re that OBVIOUS.
As Neil Innes sang on “Cheese and Onions:” “Do I have to spell it out for you?” Here’s how it works: I write a weekly column at the Auteurs’ Notebook wherein I mock stupid stuff in the cinematic blogosphere. And you affix a giant “Kick Me” sign to your metaphorical back every time you put up a post of ten words or more. I’m not deconstructing you, you pompous twit. Between your shite prose, your self-important ruminations, and your disastrously small and vulgar mindset (best exemplified by your reflection “Mendes just isn’t a hard guy (even if he gets another young actress to show her boobs for no reason)”), it’s not as if there’s anything TO deconstruct. It’s really more a case of “You got chocolate on my peanut butter!”
Part of me wants to stop giving you the satisfaction of feeling significant. But a bigger part of me—a lazier part of me—is just grateful that you stuff the barrel with fresh fish week after week. What is it about that which you not understand?
Gangsters movie are my favorite ones.i mean, when you look at “the godfather” you understand how a great movie shuold look like. great act, great actors, really an amazing piece of work