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  1. Screen Daily mentioned The Laureate (as in Imogen Potts is attached) is currently in pre-production. There was no word of a filming schedule, any other attached actors or filming conflicts but at least the project is still viable.

    Not ready to cheer, but I will clap and cross my toes. :blink:


  2. I'll be brief. This movie was terrible. Professor Sandy and I kept glancing at each other going "WTF"?

    Here's the weird part. The dudes playing the 3M's were lots of fun. But Logan Lerman's D'Artagnan was painful as a root canal sans anesthesia. He is a wretched actor. I wanted the cliche 16 ton Monty Python weight to slam down on him.

    Orlando as the dastardly duke, well, he was great. Waaaaaay too little screen time. Orlando planted his tongue in his cheek and swashed his pretty buckles to the max.

    But huge plot holes and Logan Lerman killed the movie for me.

    I'll purchase it on DVD to watch the essential scenes. :naughty:


  3. And while I certainly saw what has to be an Elf in purple getting costume fitted, and tall and slender he is, I did not spot our Mirkwood Prince. I watched the last scene over and over and all I saw remotely akin to Legolas was a blonde long haired dwarf.

    Sigh, I agree, the blond looked like a Dwarf to me.

    What a great little piece. I love that they name the RED cameras. I'll stop making fun of Proff Sandy for naming her many cameras. :yankchain:

    Thanks for all the goodies, Jill!


  4. I saw this report on the Huffington Post but since the article also listed films that Orlando has already denied being in, I brushed it off.

    But this sounds promising.

    I love the graduation from hunk of the moment to actor. The sad thing is, and yes, this is a small rant, I hate seeing the morons declaring, "well, he hasn't done anything since X, Y, or Z, so who cares."

    Yes he has, and he's a better actor for those indie efforts.

    Falling off the soapbox,


  5. Much to my surprise and delight, and my husband's chagrin, when we opened last night's NetFlix, on the inside of the envelope cover of the DVD, there was an advertisement for DVD of Sympathy for Delicious!

    Yep, same here. My bunnies love to shred those Netflix wrappers so there I was about to put it in their paper pile when I was like, "woah, hmm, might want to save this one."

    Happily Proff Sandy really enjoyed the movie so, unlike Elizabethtown, we'll watch it together on DVD.

    Off to pre-order through the Ka-Bloom link!

  6. Forgive me for this ramble fest; I wanted to write while my impressions were fresh.

    I’ll always remember a review from the local Philadelphia paper regarding Orlando’s acting in Kingdom of Heaven. It was the ugly review that compared the movie to a donut and dubbed Orlando as the hole in the center.

    Damn, the review pissed me off.

    In The Good Doctor, if Orlando’s acting faltered, the donut would not exist. I swear he is in every frame of the strange, intense movie.

    The TFF’s description is a little misleading. Dr. Martin Blake doesn’t have hidden insecurities, he’s a proper secret lunatic, one of those quiet, desperate off-date men whom other people suspect and avoid. He’s a man who gives others the twitches. No one eats lunch with Blake, the nurses distrust him, he lives in a stark, cheerless, space, has no friends and spends entirely too much time staring at the ocean raging near his sterile, concrete apartment.

    I won’t spoil the reason why Blake stares at the ocean.

    Did I mention this is a black comedy? It is the type of film which provokes the audience into uneasy laughter and just as quickly makes them murmur in shock. The Good Doctor is a hushed, introverted film, extremely European in nature, which means when the major shocks hit, they feel like earthquakes in the quiet. And there are three major shocks. I don’t want to spoil anything.

    Worst of all the deeper Blake falls into his wicked intentions, the more his star rises. Sick, right?

    What? Do I hear people asking about Orlando’s acting? He did a great job. Think back to Elizabethtown’s initial moments. Got it? Remember how he kept saying, “I’m fine?” (which he utters in The Good Doctor more than once). Imagine such sad, controlled, desperate intensity spread over an entire movie.

    In The Good Doctor the camera is relentless in training in on close-ups. I’ve always thought Orlando’s main acting strength comes from his emotive eyes. In this movie his eyes deserve an Oscar.

    Let’s put it this way; I could have easily seen a young Ralph Fiennes capturing Martin Blake’s pathetic desperation. Yes, if this film was trotted out back in, say, 1995, Ralph would have been in line for the passionate role.

    Orlando wisely produced and starred in this movie. Quite a smart move. Even when The Good Doctor scores distribution, the film seems destined to languish on the art house circuit. I hope I’m wrong.

    But Orlando’s superior performance should kick the donut-hole people directly in the ass.


    Sold out crowd for the fifth screening

    The dude next to me exclaimed, “That was really intense!”

    The movie needed a little more backstory about why Blake was so odd.

    My Whine: On the way into NYC the brakes failed on our train. They made us exit in Newark and wait for the next train. Luckily I had built in time for lunch in NYC so we made it to the film on time. After the film, the potent margaritas flowed at the Trailer Park Café!

  7. An extra screening has been added.

    Sun, May 01, 2.30PM SVA Theater 2 Beatrice

    Thank you, thank you, thank you.


    I just purchased two tix for May 1st without informing the sleeping Proff Sandy. Hope we didn't already have plans! :blink:

    And once more: thank you!

  8. I was really looking forward to this movie and seeing Orlando portray Millais, so I hope it does get resolved very quickly and that the production can move forward.


    I know! Mr. Murphy needs to go away. This is not fiction, it's history. Imagining Orlando as a member of the Pre-Raphealite Brotherhood is a dream. OK, Millias became the boring one but not at this time in the art game.

    Drat. :bawl:

  9. Oooo, a chance for Orlando to play a brilliant, unfaithful writer who, according to Graves's bio, might have swung for both teams. I only know Graves from his I Claudius work and The White Goddess. Never realized he was such a literary Lothario.

    Hope this project truly comes into Bloom. It sounds spicy. :smoke:

  10. Flynn, eh? Someone will nickname him Fly. Not too bad. I like the Errol nickname suggestion. :thumbsup: At least they didn't name him Vroom or Deus Ex Machina.

    A ten pound baby? Wow. Sounds daunting, especially since Miranda looks so delicate. Good for the parents to release the first Flynn pic on their own timetable. Take that, paps.

    Thanks for finding this, Sunstar!

  11. capricorn-children-21350792.jpg

    My Favorite Capricorns: Albert Schweitzer, Alexander Hamilton, Ava Gardner, Benjamin Rush, Carl Sandburg, Christy Turlington, Daniel Webster, Davy Jones, Diane Lane, Dolly Parton, E M Forster, Elvis Presley, George Washington Carver, Harry Shearer, Henri Matisse, Henry Miller, J D Salinger, Jack London, Janis Joplin, Jim Carrey, Jimmy Buffett, Joan Baez, Joe Orton, John Singleton, Jon Voight, Jude Law, Kahlil Gibran, Kate Moss, Kevin Costner, Loretta Young, Louis Pasteur, Mary Tyler Moore, Moliere, Robert E Lee, Robert Nathan, Rod Stewart, Rowan Atkinson, Rudyard Kipling, Shirley Bassey, Simone De Beauvoir, Sophie Tucker, Stephen Hawking, Steve Allen, Ted Danson, Tia Carrere, Humphrey Bogart, Isaac Asimov, Quentin Crisp, Robert Duvall, Umberto Eco, Faye Dunaway, Val Kilmer, Michael Stipe, Edgar Allan Poe, Cary Grant, Denzel Washington, J R R Tolkien, Graham Chapman, Ben Kingsley, Benjamin Franklin, David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, Proff Sandy D.

    Orlando, you’re second on my Capricorn list. That makes you damned special in my world.

    You’ll always be my number one Elf, Pirate, Knight and Egotistical Punk Rocker!

    Granted you will begin year 34 with less sleep but sleep is overrated.

    Keep cool, dude. :iheart:

  12. The whole day was great, my feet and legs are still hurting from all the walking! What a beautiful day too!

    I learned more about art and photography on Saturday than in the whole of my life. And Spanky and Sandy, I made the boys listen to my wealth of knowledge and showed them all that we saw on the websites. (Both agree that Henry Darger is nuts!) They dutifully listened and then went back to the soccer game. :teehee:

    There was nobody on the road at 3:00 a.m. and I breezed home. (I am a little old to be getting in at 4:00 a.m. though!) Thanks again to my wonderful friends, you guys are the best!


    Sorry we walked you so much! As you could see we're too cheap to cab it. My feet felt ready to fall off.

    Prof Sandy had a great time since she had a willing victim. She's quite happy to conduct more Ka-Bloomie art museum tours. And seeing Orlando as the Stain completely revised her opinion of him as an actor. :thumbsup:

    It was a great 16.5 hour day! :grouphug:

  13. Sympathy for Delicious Screening Oct 2, 2010

    How do you top off a grand day filled with museums, Mexican food, margaritas and fun?

    By seeing Sympathy for Delicious at 10:00 PM, of course.

    Glenna arrived at Spanky’s Cluttered House of Horrors at 10:00AM, met the bunnies then we cruised up to NYC. She was treated to my custom swear like a sailor turnpike skills.

    We started the day by visiting The American Folk Art Museum to view extremely unsettling work by Henry Darger plus other “outsider” artists. Next a quick lunch, then on the Museum of Modern Art. Thank God Professor Sandy D. helped describe unusual photo processes during our walk through the photo exhibits. We tried to enjoy a Matisse exhibition but the crowds made it difficult. We escaped to the sculpture garden.

    Still, viewing out there art seemed fitting for what we planned to view on screen.

    Next came a ten block detour to a Japanese bookstore then a hair raising push through Times Square’s human sea. We definitely were NOT thinking clearly when we walked down 42nd street.

    But we arrived safe and sound at our goal, a small hole in the wall place called the Lime Jungle. Good, cheap Mexican food and potent, cheap Margaritas. We talked, ate and drank until it was time to walk (slowly) to the Director Guild’s Theater. It was a beautiful, clear night, just perfect conditions to act silly, stare at the bright lights and read plaques on historic buildings. At 9:20, 45 minutes before the movie’s start, an impressive line occupied the sidewalk.

    Time to wait. We amused ourselves by watching a busload of tourists unload across the street. It looked like a Monty Python stunt; they unloaded so slowly we swore they ran around and got back on again.

    At last we shuffled in and hastened to left side fourth row seats. Not a sold-out event but well attended. Always a pleasure to watch a movie with a dedicated crowd that truly cared.

    And what a movie. I agree with the Ka-Bloomies who attended the San Francisco showing. What a powerful film. Hard, rough and often punishing. Once the applause died down, we all said the same thing: “That was amazing.”

    Even professor Sandy, she often a harsh critic, felt impressed. “That movie was a hundred times better than ‘Crazy Heart.’” I wanted her to tell Mark R. that news but she felt too silly.

    The story basics: paraplegic homeless DJ “Delicious” Dean O’Dwyer (Chris Thornton) feels frustrated and furious at his position in life. Father Joe (Mark Ruffalo) tries to guide Dean away from living on Skid Row but Dean refuses. One morning Dean notices one of his compatriots is suffering; he touches him to see if his friend has a fever. An odd sensation slashes through Dean’s senses.

    When Father Joe sees the formerly near death homeless man walking along the street in a clear-minded and healthy condition, he returns to Dean with many questions.

    But Dean wants to return to his true love, making music. He attends a DJ competition in a dive where Ariel (Juliette Lewis) watches the DJs.

    A frustrated Dean stops when he realizes the table is set too high for him. Ariel attempts to help lower the table. They both are thrown out of the bar. But she knows Dean’s talents and extends an invite to audition for Burn the Diphthongs.

    The audition is a disaster. Deranged diva frontman the Stain regards Dean with less than affection. The insulted Dean succeeds in alienating everyone except Ariel, who assures him she still wants him in the band.

    Back on Skid Row Dean’s healing abilities create miracles and tension. Father Joe sees Dean as a way of healing and procuring funding for a state of the art homeless shelter, while the unable to heal himself Dean feels used, especially when he discovers how much money Father Joe procures in donations.

    Dean experiences a spiritual meltdown. He returns to show the band that rejected him exactly why, aside from his scratch skills, he should be in the band.

    Calculating, cunning Stain sees Dean as their ticket into the big time.

    And there I stop since the movie twists and turns far and away from what might be a normal path. The remaining story is fantastical, fantastic and fabulous and if I go on spoilers will emerge. Some reviewers thought the last third of the film the weakest. I say they need to stop acting pretentious and remember how to connect to a film.

    All the acting felt sound. Chris Thornton as Delicious D was astounding. In the after film discussion Chris explained he found too many roles offered him, especially those on TV, to be too one dimensional: “I always ask where is the monologue where the character complains about his injury, I know it’s there.” He wrote himself one dynamic role, even if it took ten years to come to the screen.

    Mark Ruffalo joked: “I agreed to play Father Joe all the while thinking I’d duck out at the last minute and give the role to Ethan Hawke (who was in the audience). But on the day I wanted to do it two other leads dropped out so my idea wasn’t a good one.” His decision to keep the Father Joe role was smart. Mark played the character in minor key cadences, exploding where necessary. He did confess he was hard on himself as a director.

    What abut the band? Juliette Lewis’s Ariel worked on so many different levels, she outrageous, sad, and heartbreaking. Her hard humor combined with drug-addled moral compass added extra depth to the film.

    The Stain? The few reviewers who felt Orlando over acted has never attended a band’s bitter rehearsal or after show when egos peak in ugly style. Orlando channeled the Stain’s insecurities into cruel pettiness, into delusions of grunge grandeur. The Stain wants to be the adored one, the one and only loved star. The controlling singer thinks he uses Dean yet when the Stain realizes his so-called “side show freak” is the true star, his jealousy explodes into self-destructive fury. He tries to destroy what he encouraged despite the risk of financial ruin. The film needed more of the lead-up to the explosion. But in the scenes developing the disaster, Orlando’s acting was perfect. His portrayal as a selfish, preening psycho told me he needs to walk on the dark side in his roles. An foul angel coated in arsenic, the contrast of his beautiful face laughing and sneering while hiding a rotten soul worked in a far more than cliché manner.

    The only character that struck a sour note was Laura Linney as manager Nina, not because of her acting, but because of her cartoonish dialog. She really was reduced to a rock and roll caricature.

    Damn, I am rambling!

    Highpoints of the after film discussion:

    1) Mark told us he is in talks with a company called Maya Entertainment for limited distribution. People asked, “why limited?” Mark shrugged in resignation and claimed, “It’s tough out there.” Sad. Or, as Ariel might say “fucking sad, fuck wad.”


    2) Chris revealed he wrote the Stain’s character thinking Mark would play him.

    3) The banter between the two was priceless. The discussion turned to hiring actors with disabilities. Mark talked about having one deaf ear from his brain tumor surgery. Chris arched his brow and claimed, “That doesn’t really count.”

    4) Due to the profanity and religious shadings they thoughts the folks at the Windrider Festival might be offended. They were happy to say everyone appreciated how the film did not pander but instead remained rough yet real. All I know if one uses the film’s F-bomb factor as a drinking game then passing out might occur in a half hour.

    5) Juliette Lewis was their rock and roll touchstone. She rejected all the initial songs.

    6) The film contained lots of improvisation. Mark saw what developed and told his actors to go with it.

    7) Mark Ruffalo is far more handsome in person that he is on screen. Go figure. I was surprised.

    8) As we left the theater, Ethan Hawke descended from the balcony so his fans blocked traffic. We pushed past him. Once on the sidewalk we all marveled at his petite stature.

    We arrived home by 2:30AM. Instead of staying over Glenna elected to drive home. She’s off on vacation on Monday so she wanted to sleep in her own bed.

    So a fun day, a great film and we have plans for more museum adventures.

    A blathering Spanky

  14. Off to NYC with Spanky and Sandy! I am so excited I haven't had a gals night out in ages and MOMA too! Yippee! Though Pam and Barbara, can you put a little bail money aside, just in case.

    Glenna, just so you're not looking :search: for two people. . . Spanky and Sandy are the same person. :teehee: Are you sure you haven't been hitting the hooch a little early? :wine:

    - Pam -

    Nope, Pam, glenna isn't seeing double. She has met both the Sandys: the sarcastic, late night goofball who hangs out here, and the responsible, teaching at three different colleges Sandy who drinks less, goes to bed early and prefers Johnny Depp over Orlando. Glad the non-board Sandy wants to see SfD although I am expecting the comments, oh damn, am I.

    Worry not, sensible Sandy will keep us out of trouble. Then again one time she did assault a security guard at a NYC concert so hmm, oh my. :P

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