A lotta stuff going on of late. A lot of it not too good. Too much to do for alcohol abuse (plus, I don't do more than three drinks anymore...), so I escaped to the T.V. It was 1977 all over again. VH1 had a show on 1977, and this movie, Annie Hall, was on one of the movie channels. I've watched a fair number of movies over the years. Certainly I knew all about Annie Hall (Shoot, it did win a couple of awards, I'm told), but somehow, I'd never watched it. Until tonight. Not too shabby. Jesus explained important lessons with parables. Woody uses jokes. The three jokes that Woodie used to sum up his life could apply 'bout as easily to a lot of us: 1) The two old ladies in the Catskills at lunch. "This food is awful!", says the one. "Yeah", says the other, "and the portions are so small!"; 2) Copping Groucho Marx's line to describe his relationships, "I won't join that club. I'd never join the kind of a club that would have me as a member"; and 3) A guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "My brother's crazy. He thinks he's a chicken". Psychiatrist says, "Maybe you ought to have him commited", Guy says, "Well, I can't. We really need the eggs".Tuesday, May 6, 2008
We Really Need the Eggs
A lotta stuff going on of late. A lot of it not too good. Too much to do for alcohol abuse (plus, I don't do more than three drinks anymore...), so I escaped to the T.V. It was 1977 all over again. VH1 had a show on 1977, and this movie, Annie Hall, was on one of the movie channels. I've watched a fair number of movies over the years. Certainly I knew all about Annie Hall (Shoot, it did win a couple of awards, I'm told), but somehow, I'd never watched it. Until tonight. Not too shabby. Jesus explained important lessons with parables. Woody uses jokes. The three jokes that Woodie used to sum up his life could apply 'bout as easily to a lot of us: 1) The two old ladies in the Catskills at lunch. "This food is awful!", says the one. "Yeah", says the other, "and the portions are so small!"; 2) Copping Groucho Marx's line to describe his relationships, "I won't join that club. I'd never join the kind of a club that would have me as a member"; and 3) A guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "My brother's crazy. He thinks he's a chicken". Psychiatrist says, "Maybe you ought to have him commited", Guy says, "Well, I can't. We really need the eggs".
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You are an old sucker if you ever dated anyone that dressed "Annie Hall." As if Val could have looked much worse, ouch! I believe that's when I knew we were breaking up.
Woody, I'm such a Whhhhhiiiiinner.
Yeah, I know you put Woody on your list for the Night Shift, but whining was cool in the 70's. Remember Alan Alda? I like that picture in the yearbook of Val holding up that heavily "Andy plus Val equals forever" marred text book. Val isn't working for the weather bureau now, is she?
Alan Alda needs to join the Night Shift too. What a P#ssy!
Yeah. And Andy Rooney (he's not a P*ssy, but he still needs to join the night shift. Check out Ali G (a/k/a Sasha Cohen, a/k/a Borat), interviewing Andy Rooney)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpDyJObCKOY
What about Mickey Rooney? "Timmy's dad can build a stage, and we can put on a show!"
.. Or Ed Rooney? "No punk kid is gonna leave my cheese out in the wind."
Or Rice-a-Rooney, the San Francisco Treat?
Yeah, but I think Mickey's already doing the Night Shift, idn'e?
I don't think Mickey Rooney passed the "you must be this high" requirement stick to make it into the night shift.
You must be right, Amy. I Wikipedia'd the Roonster, and evidently he is still among the living.
Okay, we need to talk about Woody Allen. I'll admit it, I adore him. Really adore him. But then he went and creeped me out, I read Mia Farrow's book, and Woody got on my boycott list for sure after I heard Mia talk on Howard Stern.
But if I see one of his movies on tv, then I figure it's okay to watch. And I'm incapable of turning the channel or cutting the power. Or I get them at the library cause it's free.
That's how I justify it and, like QJ says, don't you dare g/d judge me.
I love Annie Hall. Manhattan. Hannah and her Sisters. Oedipus Wrecks. I think that's how it's spelled. And what else? Radio Days. The Purple Rose of Cairo. Broadway Danny Rose. Basically everything he's ever done. But those are my favorites.
He's the best. Of all time. At what he does.
I'm serious. Huge fan. Wish he never creeped me out. So sad.
I kinda figured you were a Woody fan, Kate. I'd've been disappointed if you hadn't at least made a cameo on this one. My first Woody flick was Sleeper, which I think I saw with Andy (In spite of Andy's comments, I remember when he used to quote Zelig. Woody was Forest before Forest was Forest). As with my admiration of Bob Dylan, my discovering Woody has been a little late. Woodie's "the heart wants what the heart wants" bothered me for about twenty minutes. Huge talent seems frequently to follow huge personal defects. I have no problem separating great works from the greatly flawed people who create them. I probably wouldn't introduce Woody (or Michael Jackson or even Bill Clinton) to my daughter (well, actually all of my kids are a little old for Michael), but I still admire what they do in their public life. I'm not sure whether many happy, well-adjusted people have contributed anything worthwhile to art or literature. That's the struggle, idnit? To finally get well-adjusted enough to become irrelevant.
What got me in Mia's book were the judges' notes on his behavior with another daughter, not the one he married. Creeped me to HIGH heaven. So I only watch them on cable although I do recommend The Front when covering McCarthyism in class. So there's that.
And I always knew I was too well-adjusted to be a real artist. Damn.
Yeah, ewww. And, I don't know, Kate, if you'll just get in touch with your inner demon, I'm sure you could be a tremendous artist.
I was an art major in another life, and I told my mom if she had beat me (more) I'd be a great artists. As is, not so much.
Used to hate "Annie Hall" as a kid cuz it beat out "Star Wars" for Best Picture back in 1977. Still disaree with that choice, but it's a damn fine movie.
I liked Star Wars better, too. Nice to have the opinion of a professional film-type personage. Thanks for stopping in Toto. I'll drop by later to find out what I oughta be watching...
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