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"Born to gaze into night skies."

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May
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On the subway home from JFK saw a guy wearing sunglasses with the words “Mets” pixelated across the lenses AND a matching dangling earring.
May
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This digression [about the importance of watching dailies] may seem off the point of What Happens in Vegas, but because its director, Tom Vaughan, brings nothing of interest to the movie, including filmmaking, there isn’t anything to say other than to note its insulting ugliness and ineptitude. The badly matched Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher mug wildly, waving their limbs like upturned beetles.
May
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Every time I see in print the name of the actress from Bonnie & Clyde I have to pronounce it in my head as “Feigh Dune-a-wah.”
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Wednesday night, after spending almost 11 hours at the office, I went to a 9:30 pm screening of Iron Man in Union Square. I’d been assigned a review but hadn’t had time to attend a press screening/sort of forgot about the assignment until this week. Oops. So here I was with the hoi polloi. The stadium was nearly filled, lots of groups or pairs of guys, some couples, mostly in my age bracket. Post commercials but pre trailers I wrote in my notebook, “for a Wed. night, this theater is packed. this is offic. summer blockbuster season.”

While I like going to preview screenings and seeing movies early is an obvious perk, I sometimes forget that there’s something magical about watching a popular film with a raucous crowd of regular folks. The energy in the room can sweep you along on this tide of good feeling for the movie. It’s the “Dude, that was AWESOME” factor. When I walked home with my iPod blaring, I kept thinking I wasn’t moving fast enough down the street. Like I should’ve been flying.  

May
7th
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Productive day: bought & sent Mother’s Day cards and spoke sternly a Citibank customer service rep.
May
6th
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QOD: Why would you name a golf course in Indiana “Purgatory Golf Club” if you didn’t have a weird sense of humor?
May
5th
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Nothing says Happy Cinco de Mayo like blue salt on a margarita at an East Houston taqueria.
Nothing says Happy Cinco de Mayo like blue salt on a margarita at an East Houston taqueria.
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How could it be that I’ve never heard of this Barbra Streisand movie, On A Clear Day You Can See Forever? This trailer makes no sense whatsoever but if there’s a young Babs belting tunes, I’m there.

From Netflix, “Director Vincente Minnelli’s fantastical musical centers on the past-life experiences of a brash New Yorker (Barbra Streisand), who speaks as a woman living in Victorian England when put under hypnosis by her shrink (Yves Montand). Fascinated by his patient, the doc’s determined to extract the root of her neurosis, which overcomes her as she see-saws between her modern life and her alternate, albeit far-fetched, existence.” Sounds totally wackadoodle. It’s been moved to the top of my queue. (via Richard Brody on the New Yorker Goings On blog)

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Microwave Popcorn mania at the office: I could still smell the last bag while popping mine this afternoon, then a girl arrived in the ki …