I'm still stuck on the boring part of editing. I've pledged to myself that I will move on to the good part by March 15, so I'm working through my Saturday night. WOOH, PARTY! And now I'm blogging so I can take a break. Christ audio prep is tedious. But listening to the tape and some of the between scenes chatter is fun. (I can hear what actors say about me when I leave the room, heehee.) And I'm over the halfway hump, and getting a big chunk done this weekend. I'm only taking a break to edit a video for my radio job in which I pretend to get a blow job from a snake. And the Oscarcast.
I watched the Hurt Locker recently, and was pretty un-blown away. Partly because every Iraq War movie I see from now on will have to live up to the impossible standard of Generation Kill, and HL doesn't. Partly there's not much of a narrative and so no real stakes, just free floating anxiety. Partly all the thematic, "war is hell" stuff between the action setpieces was really shaky. Partly the dialogue and bullshitting between the soldiers was sadly flat (once again, GK rules here.) It's not a terrible film, and it's very well crafted, but I don't get the Oscar hype, and I'm especially sad to see such a small film potentially beat out something as sweeping as Avatar. (Or as thought-provoking as A Serious Man, my favorite film of last year. Goddamn the Coen brothers, I could keep making movies until I'm 80 and never be as good as they are.)
My open Logic window is staring at me, telling me to get back to work. Until next time.
Listening to: One Hundred Years, The Cure. (An old coworker of mine claimed The Smiths rock and The Cure sucks, and he's %100 wrong.)
