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Journal of No. 118

May 16th, 2004

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Yesterday morning, we struggled off to a block yardsale. Rebecca had dreams of an Antique Roadshow-style victory, but we wound up with another kind of victory... Nike Adjusting her Sandal. Since Nike's slogan is "Just Do It", we did. Sadly, it was not the Greek original, but for $3, we got a life-size plaster reproduction (which Becca later found on the market for $200, so maybe it was an Antiques Roadshow-style victory after all). At the moment it adorns the side of the garage.

Went to see a program at Melnitz last night. The first half was a bunch of shorts about Los Angeles ranging from 1920 to 1961. Plenty of great history and scenery. And so many goofy Los Angeles landmarks. Sure, we all know about the Brown Derby and Tail o' the Pup, but there were so many other cool things.
The second item on the program was Losey's remake of M, with Los Angeles standing in for Berlin. The first scene shows a few people getting into something like a streetcar, and when it goes into motion, you suddenly realize that it's Angel's Flight. It's an unsettling feeling to see the road and sidewalk both recede and drop away. Having 'M' hole up in the Bradbury building was also neat. As for the film on the whole, what was good was not original and what was original was not good. It was still interesting to see some of Lang's shots that Losey recreated quite faithfully. It was also a hoot seeing Jim 'Mr. Howell' Backus as the Mayor of Los Angeles.

Other than that, it's been a weekend of yardwork, home improvement and some tasty barbecue.

Edited to add: Oh, and we had a teeny little earthquake. Fortunately, neither the house nor the garage fell down. Apparently, it was a wimpy 2.7 off the coast of Santa Monica, but there was a nice sharp jolt here.
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Date:May 17th, 2004 09:37 am (UTC)
How can you tell that story without telling the critical part?

So Saturday evening, after some waffling, we decided to go see the LA retrospective at Melnitz. (The waffling was on my part--I wasn't too keen on either a series of old newsreels or an unknown remake of a fantastic movie.) It was around 6:15 when we decided, and Mike said we should leave in 20 minutes or half an hour. That seemed like cutting it a tad close to me, but hey, it was Melnitz, not the opening of a summer blockbuster or something. So around 6:40, we headed out, made good time on the freeway, and were legging it from the off-Hilgard parking spot toward the theater around 7:15. When we got there, we found a surprisingly long line, to which we added ourselves. Slowly, the line moved forward. I listened to the pretentious first-date banter of the couple in front of us critically (he got points for knowing what he was talking about--she didn't for trying to sound clever about everything even though she didn't know what she was talking about). Then the line stopped. The guy at the window was announcing to the people on the first date that he had *one ticket left*. They couldn't believe it. We couldn't believe it. No one else behind us could believe it. We all moved to the side and waited. Eventually, a guy came out and announced that they had only a handful of tickets from people who had ordered them online, and in a few minutes they would sell whatever had not been picked up. He stressed "only a handful" but the disbelieving line remained where it was. The guy appeared two or three more times, to issue increasingly desperate pleas for the people at the end of the line to give up and go home. The last time, he said that they had a 'small' handful, and the people at the end of the queue were waiting 'futilely' to get in. And so, it turned out, they were. At about 7:30, the Melnitz authorities declared that all the 'will calls' who had not gotten their tickets were out of luck, and they sold the last ***4*** tickets. Which meant the first date couple and Mike and I made it in, and everyone else presumably continued to stand in line, unable to comprehend that Melnitz actually sold out. It also meant that Mike and I had to sit separately for the first half of the program, which was kind of a drag. The really sad thing was that about 20 or 30 people left after the shorts, so there were plenty of seats in the theater during the feature.
Date:May 17th, 2004 02:06 pm (UTC)
Sounds like the sitution for every movie I see.

One of the best things I found to do was to call Blake on his cel phone and have him save you a seat.

Because Blake sees EVERY movie out there, and for special one-night screenings like this, you literally have a 75% chance of him being there...more, in some cases.

So yes, often when I go to a movie, if I notice a big line, I call Blake out of the blue and find out where he is...then ask him to "spoach" me a seat (save a seat). It's worked more often than not.
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Date:May 17th, 2004 12:16 pm (UTC)
I hope there's room for some tutoring [the Final Session] this Saturday the 22nd?

Journal of No. 118