Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A kinda funny lookin' blog

Been suffering sleep deprivation. It's not like me, normally a herd of stampeding John Fitzpatricks wouldn't raise me from my coma, but the last couple of nights have seen me quarrelling and ruminating and judging and meditating on and with myself. No, not meddling, meditating.

It's strange for me. After a weekend of gargle and the grind I spent a strange night without slumber of a Sunday night. Turns out that early morning TV (pre-6am) isn't that bad at all. RTE always push their best films back to the red-eye hours, while I caught an excellent documentary on BBC2 on writers struggling to be published.

Turns out that with the correct turn of phrase and a fine line in self promotion, people might just pay good money to read one's work. Eureka! I never even realised, I thought all writers were noble and penniless.

Interestingly, one of the scribes featured (his name was Jake Arnott) was given a fuck load of cash for some gangster tale set in the 60s. The publishers admitted that the fact he was a good lookin' lad helped the size of his pay packet. Said they could market him better or something.

Pity the poor writer who pens the work of unparalleled genius only to see his sum weakened by the fact that he looks like Steve Buscemi. Y'know - kinda funny lookin'...

Anyway, it's not all dollars and cents. Or Euro and cent.

Staying with Buscemi, the man has a minor role in Barton Fink. Now that's a bamboozling tale. Saw it years ago, but I failed to catch its resonance. As with most Coen Brothers movies it takes a second look before ensnaring you, and the fact that I almost felt drunk through lack of slumber only aided my enjoyment.

I've discussed the ambiguous ending with 5X. He reckons it was all in Fink's mind, that Charlie and the cops and the bird and Frasier's da's character called Mayhew didn't really exist, that they were just tools to feed his screenplay. This seems to be on the money, though what would I know? I saw it more as a cautionary tale against selling out and cashing in.

Anyway, that's it for this entry. Anyone notice how I didn't mention....

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1 comment:

Quinner said...

Do you know what sorts me out for a good oul kip- Fleece pyjamas, work a treat. Not manly, feminine nor attractive, just functional.