A Marginal Improvement
22 March 1999
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A Marginal Improvement
22 March 1999
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7:50 PM: Shakespeare in Love???? Over Saving Private Ryan??? Boy, there's a Legendary Academy Mistake in the making. I liked SiL as much as anybody, but it's just this pleasant little thing. For all of Ryan's faults, its impact is greater, less parochial, and will last longer. That beach landing scene is going to show up in film schools for years and years.
I was surprised by this news because I didn't watch the show last night - or talk to anyone who did. That's that kind of hipness that bugs me. "Oh, please, that petty bourgeois sideshow? I was out getting drunk." Whatever. I say, know your enemy. Now I wish I could have, only to see Benigni's acceptance dance.
Where I was instead, was at Indian Ink, the latest Stoppard play to come to San Francisco. (We're getting his newest one next year.) It was very clever, well acted, lots of funny bits, and at the end I was left thinking, "Well! Uh... yes. That certainly was whatever it was, all right." Not really sure what he was trying to get at. Maybe nothing at all. It was another double time-frame setup, like Arcadia, but there wasn't really much thematic interaction between the two eras. Mostly, it was just people in a modern time speculating or remembering the past, and then an illustration of the past moment in question.
I dunno. It's just that I liked Arcadia so much I wanted more than I ended up with here. Any playwright should have such difficulties, yah?
Managed to make it in before 1 PM today. Amazing. Tomorrow I kick the bar up quite a few notches - a 10 AM meeting. Owie. Very gloomy weekend. Too much reminiscence. Today hasn't been so bad, probably just from being in a daze for most of it. I can see why people like being like that.
And so, hey, yes, hello, hello, whatever. Such a giant waste of time.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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