(no subject)

I've been in kind of a funk for reasons unknown. I should probably stop starting each post with my mood as it's generally not pegged to anything and as much of a whim as anything else.

I just read a review of The Dreamers which I had not been terribly interested in seeing, but was on that list of "things I will probably like that it is important I see" (e.g., Cold Mountain) but the NYT review was interestingly glowing and now I'm really excited for it, although I also got the impression I could just put on the La Boheme DVD and read The Secret History at the same time and sort of get to the same place, which would probably be why I'm excited about it. Mmmmm, math.

Weird movies kick my ass. Not that the movies themselves are that weird, well, they sort of are, but that's besides the point -- I find useful data and inspiration in odd places or at least generally in exactly not the corner of the film everyone else is looking at. Lately, I've been wondering what the next thing to do me in, in that particular way will be. Probably not The Dreamers, but probably more so than anything else out there right now.

Currently, at the top of the long list of "movies I'm suppose to see before the Oscars", which is a list I never ever get through, (but I do try every year) are Lost in Translation and Cold Mountain. Should I still be feeling motivated after those two (and I worry I'll love Lost in Translation and that Cold Mountain will either bore me or cause me as much utter distress as The English Patient did), Monster and Whale Rider are probably next, and while both certainly stunning just the mere thought makes them both feel a bit like homework.

I'm doing this reading thing with the Miss Milligan's people in a bit, Which is a good thing, although it feels predictably a bit like a high school reunion. There will be actor dick-sizing ("So my agent said.... And what have you been doing?") and I still haven't figured out how to navigate that at all. It's something I loathe, predictably because I feel like I don't measure up, and since it doesn't seem like a process anyone enjoys, I can't fathom why it insists on occuring.

I am auditioning for the dinner theater on Tuesday (best news about the dinner theater -- it was the first call from a big stack of stuff I'm quasi-emotionally involved in, so I'm not feeling like "oh no! nobody is going to call me from that" anymore). And I have to go to the post office now. And I will send out another stack of headshots tomorrow.

Am getting paid early next week, and while it pretty much all goes to bills and obligations, it'll be a good amount of catch up.