Well, in this wonderful Editorial I was going to talk about the fights between me and the squirrel that lives in my yard and gnaws wood at night in my attic.
So, I'm basically an insomniac. Up all night. Am nowofficially hooked on infomercials. I admit it. I'vewatched the entire "Food saver" bit, and even own afew "Tae Bo" tapes just cause I thought theinfomercial was cool.
Back to the old school format for this issue's submission.
Movie #1:
Se7en (or Seven, if you like)
One of the repatory theatres was showing a Se7en/Fight Club double bill last week.
I never had one of those inspiring movie teachers. You know, the ones like Robin Williams in Dead Poet's Society. Nobody encouraged me to stand on desks and shout poetry.
If you'd asked me about the most fear I ever felt in my life as recently as last month, I would've stumbled for an answer. Maybe I would have said something about the black dog that pulled me off my bike and turned my 12-year-old leg into hamburger.
At one time, while a friend of mine desperately wanted to celebratehis birthday at a strip joint (and he picked the worse one -- er..not that I would know, I was told it was), a girl we went schoolwith years ago, showed up and started stripping.