I love you, Pink Dot. You take care of me. You come over and bring me things like a yummy salad with fresh avocado, boiled egg whites, crispy bacon, and ripe tomatoes. Yum!
I thank you for making me take a short break in the editing process for only a $3.50 delivery fee.
Watching these actors “take a moment” before shooting an emotional scene on The Starlet* makes me laugh, considering I have now transcribed a book full of interviews in which actors talk about how no one has time for that sort of thing, once you’re on the set.
Oh, and while we’re on the TV topic… there is nothing to make me miss Cowboy Hootie more than the return of the plastic-faced king on the BK commercials. *shudder* And, in the “God Bless America” files, there’s a commercial in which an anti-depressant is touted as having “no sexual side-effects” about a dozen times. The speed-reader doing the “small print” info talks about one of the drug’s side effects being attempts at suicide. Back to silky voiceover: NO SEXUAL SIDE-EFFECTS. *tsk* *tsk* What do we value, here? Don’t worry, silly. You can still have sex. Right up ’til you off yourself! Eesh.
I’ve managed to get some irritant into each eye over the course of two days. Keith says the Santa Anas and the heat are what makes me more likely to feel such things. I, of course, am certain it’s more fuel to derail my timeline for having the book to the printer. In fact, I’m brilliant. Tonight’s eye irritant: Lady Speed Stick. How did I manage to get a fleck of deodorant into my eye? TALENT.
Oh, my. Just saw an OnStar commercial in which the kids make you feel like you’re a PARENT WHO DOESN’T CARE ENOUGH TO KEEP THEM SAFE if you drive a car without OnStar.
Do you SEE why I never watch TV unless the show is TiVoed? Ugh.
Okay, break’s over. Back to work.
* = Vivica… you should know what you just critiqued in that poor girl’s scene is an EDITING issue of tightening up… NOT an actor issue. Faye… are you KIDDING me? Did you just tell that girl that she couldn’t have had fun doing a dramatic scene? WTF?!? Ugh. No one who heard me on KROQ in 1993 doubts how I feel about you, Faye, but you’re way off on this. Ugh. I’m glad I didn’t follow this show.
I Love You, Pink Dot
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This just in… after having watched only this one episode of “The Starlet,” I can just say… WRONG choice. Of course, Joseph Middleton, the casting director in the group (the only one whose opinion–of the three folks on the panel–matters) LOVES the gal who should’ve won. That’ll work, in this town. Hang in there, Mercedes.
I found out tonight that Mercedes works at Beauty Bar…all part of my drunken adventure tonight with kelly that I must write about later.
“Take a moment…?”
I worked on “The Negotiator” and one afternoon, Sam Jackson was laughing about his golf swing with some crew people at the craft service table. Three minutes later, he was doing the scene where he’s on the ledge of a building with a cluster of laser sights on his chest, screaming, “Shoot me! Shoot me!”… his only “moment” was to guzzle the rest of the water he was holding and run back to the set.