I had total disconnect, unless I really thought about it, that it wasn't Ray Charles on that screen. I mean....Damn. And his mother? Wow. And Poor George. And Margie and Bea and just, oh my god.
I've been listening to "Genius Loves Company" a lot, but now? I need the soundtrack.
The Rock is going to be in Southland Tales with Seann William Scott and SMG.
Oh my god, Calli, that link...
Yes, Alaric is a vampire. And he shapeshifts into a wolf. Alaric is also an Elf. It also turns out that Elves are aliens from the planet Telvron, where there are also sentient trees and unicorns. And he's telepathic too, because he talks to his brother Marti'el that way. So that makes Alaric an alien vampire werewolf psychic writer. Got that? Good. That way you won't get confuzzled when he becomes a pirate.
Gods, Calli, that Elven Vampire thing is hideous. Out of morbid curiosity I just went and tracked it to its source, and found that the author has (1) self-published a sequel, and (2) yanked the original out of circulation, with a sulky note to MY STALKERS about how all of the problems with the book have been fixed but nobody will ever see it again anyhow because she has regained her rights, and anyone who isn't a stalker but happens to find a copy please let her know ASAP.
And, um, swinging back around to the actual topic: paradoxically, I loved the film version of
Bridges,
both because Meryl Streep rocked the house as per usual and because the screenwriter, the fabulous Richard LaGravenese, directly challenged the various smug self-aggrandizing adultery-glorifying smarminesses of the book, and mostly trampled them into the dirt.
See also: James Patterson, current holder of my "world's worst book" title.
So odd. They've been advertising his latest "we have wings" book on Dodger radio broadcasts. First time I'd ever heard of him, so I looked up the book. It sounds really dreadful. Also, it's supposed to be for young adults? That makes the ads for it during baseball games even more puzzling.
JZ is totally me with regard to
Bridges,
except with curlier hair and a cuter wardrobe.
Or, Robin is me, only in a sunnier neighborhood with a spiffy new free car every other week.
(eta: And the hair, not so curly anymore. So sad.)
After reading PAtterson's flying kids book
YES. That was the book.
I'm sensing a theme. Why, you ask? My Dad LOVES the flying-kids book. No, really. He told me all about it, and I thought he made it up.
And he's the one trying to get me to read Angels & Demons and the DaVinci Code.
At least his taste is consistent.