I watched this tonight:
And it was phenomenal and thought-provoking and made me wonder why in the world movies like this don’t get Oscar nominations.
And why people like Billy Crudup, who performs well every time I see him (Big Fish, anyone? Almost Famous?) don’t get Oscars, and people like Nicholas Cage, who chooses to do films such as Knowing and Ghost Rider, do (I wish I were lying; check his IMDB page).
Besides Stage Beauty, I also checked out out the Ethan Hawke Hamlet, and The Hours. You can see what kind of cinematic mood I’m in this weekend.
In other news, I need to write a 15-20 page short story by the end of February. Not only have I not started said story, but I currently have no ideas whatsoever. This is not for lack of effort; I’ve been thinking and thinking for three weeks now.
Can I just steal some F. Scott and pass it off as mine? Do you think anyone would notice?