when i grow up, i think i want to be michael caine. so does holly. we've decided to make him our shining beacon of light in the world. when are sidney and caine going to do us all a favor and make a super-fun buddy movie together? it could be sort of like "priscilla, queen of the desert" with someone like de niro or walken thrown in just for laughs. it's like i always say: every show needs a number. they could totally do a little song and dance together. yep yep yep, that would be heaven on feeeeelm.
this week has been spent in waiting. we are waiting for the "moment of clarity" to arrive and tell us what to do and when to do it. you know how it goes, right? you toss around in bed for several nights with no sleep trying to figure out your life. you wince through every day in exhaustion for no good reason until you collapse into an impenetrable slumber. you recover just enough stamina to go on with normal life. one morning at about 4 a.m. (or your personal equivalent of said time in the sleep cycle) you wake up with a start, talk to yourself in total clarity, and then go back to sleep. you're resting like you never have before because everything has suddenly come together for you. this is the precise moment where the big change in your life decides to begin without fear or regret. this is the obstacle you've been looking to hurdle over in order to get on with getting on with it. most importantly, this is the few essential seconds that make you feel more at ease in the coming weeks each time you think you might be doubting yourself. the only agony is in waiting for it to appear.
woe to me. all this twiddling of my brain makes me confused and whiny. oh how i hate that side of myself. whining is one of the least attractive qualities in a voice, and even worse when that voice is inside your own head. surely i'm not the only person around who bemoans the fact that they have more choices than they rightfully should and ends up getting in a tizzy over them. how spoiled of me. as some of you have heard me mutter before when i'm feeling anxious, "coffee, coffee, coffee..." that sentiment covers it for now.
speaking of scooby doo, i heart pop culture. references from bad eighties communist movies are the best, aren't they? don't ask me to explain. i might have to out even more of my extremely bad taste in late night cable. better to let me have the guise of the highbrow once in a while. besides, you can figure it out if you try hard enough. hehehehehehe.
today's random poll:
so what are YOUR top three michael caine movies?
3 comments:
Educating Rita, Hannah and her Sisters, and Beyond the Poseidon Adventure.
Kidding! Little Voice.
One of my friends in college read an autobiography written by Michael Caine and, unfortunately, Mr. Caine came across as quite the insufferable ASS. Totally full of himself & self-congratulatory. Bleh. I hope she misread his tone because I really want him to be a likeable guy & not a sterotypical stuck-up English snob.
If he did a buddy movie with Sidney Poitier? Dude, I would so see that. In the mean time ...
Secondhand Lions.
Noises Off.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.
wow, i'm reevaluating my choices now. while i know for sure that derek really loves him in noises off (mostly because that's how he sees ME as a director), i might have to lean a little more towards LV and DRS. i also liked him a lot in children of men. ooooh, too many good ones to choose from.
did i mention that i DID see miss congeniality... and laughed?
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