Barbra

Let’s pick up where we left off with a couple of movie reviews. We went to the opening night of Skyfall and it was really, really fun. As far as the Daniel Craig trilogy of films, this one is better than the last, but not nearly as good as Casino Royale. I loved Javier Bardem as the villain, but the plot had a lot of big holes in it (with trains crashing through them), even for a James Bond movie.

This weekend Albert and I went to see Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina starring Keira Knightley. It is directed by Joe Wright, who also did Atonement, which I loved, so I was curious about this. The movie is absolutely gorgeous and completely original. He sets most of the story inside a beautiful old theater and choreographs the entire film. It’s like a painting, a ballet and a play, all rolled into a film. I loved it, and predict it will be nominated for a whole bunch of golden statues. If you enjoy period piece dramas, and Anna Karenina herself is Drama with a capitol D, see this one on the big screen, because the costumes and sets are stunning.

Oh, what else is going on? Um, our new kitten broke itself. We’ve only had him a month and he’s already broken. Albert woke up on Friday morning and the cat wasn’t running around like a complete maniac, per usual. Then Albert woke me up in a complete panic, because he felt something protruding from Max’s chest, and the cat whined if he tried to pick him up. Albert suspected it was an alien. The cat was purring unless you picked him up, so we considered just not picking him up. Deciding that would make us unfit parents, I took him to the vet. They took x-rays and found that somehow the cat managed to dislocate his sternum. The bottom piece of it was bending out instead of in, because the kitten leaps around like a drunken gazelle and must have rammed itself into furniture or a wall.

We were supposed to spend the weekend in Palm Springs, instead of feeding Max droppers of pain medication, which the vet informed me has street value. My friends get drunk in the desert, my kitten gets high, and I get to watch a film from late 1800’s Russian literature. What’s happening? Damn cat.

I have one other thing to tell you about, and that would be one perfect night at the Hollywood Bowl. Ladies and gentlemen, Barbra Streisand. Last Sunday, Albert and I went to the final night of her tour, and it was completely awesome. She sounded great, looked like butta’, and actually seemed to be having a really good time. Obama had just won the election on Tuesday night, and hearing Barbra sing “Happy Days Are Here Again” was icing on the cake.

To watch a concert compilation video that Albert made, click the link below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgIcAeio8lo

Marabou and Movies

Our new kitten Max has fondly taken to marabou. He’s often dragging around large pieces of feather boas that he finds in the costume closet, so we’re also calling him Maxine. We love our new drag kitty!

I’ve had a week of movies and have some quick reviews for you. Our house is very close to Paramount Studios, where they are doing some big redevelopment project. To keep the neighbors happy during the construction, which I have not been bothered by at all, they invited us to a screening of Flight at their theater on the lot. I of course considered dressing as Norma Desmond, because I cannot drive through that gate without thinking of Sunset Boulevard, but I decided against a mid-week costume.

Flight is pretty darn good, not great, but worth seeing. Denzel Washington, and the acting across the board for that matter, is excellent. The plane crash sequences at the beginning are fantastic but the movie is a bit disjointed. It starts as an action movie but turns into a fairly predictable film about AA, which oddly glamorizes drugs.

We also went to two movies as part of the AFI film festival. The first was the world premier of Hitchcock at The Chinese, starring Sir Anthony Hopkins as the famous director during the making of Psycho. He is great, and both he and his makeup people are sure to be up for Oscars this year. He should be joined in awards season by Helen Mirren for her fiery performance as his wife in the film, which is essentially a love story.  I loved the entire movie—the screenplay, the sets, the costumes, and predict that it will be nominated for Best Picture.

The second movie was also great, and is sure to be another Oscar contender. We went to The Egyptian and saw Silver Linings Playbook, an incredibly funny movie about bipolar disorder. It’s like a RomCom with rage and rumba dancing, and I loved it. It stars the handsome Bradley Cooper, who actually introduced the film, in his best performance to date. He plays opposite the equally talented Jennifer Lawrence from Winter’s Bone and Hunger Games. I always expect her to fight everybody to the death now.

This weekend we’re headed to Bond, James Bond, so more on that later. My star sighting for the week was Jeff Daniels at Trader Joe’s yesterday. Also, apparently my house aired on Dexter this week, so fans of the show should look for it. We get broken into!

A Kitten!

I am typing this with a new bundle of love on my lap. Introducing our new kitten—Max Von Holstein. Albert and I went to a couple different shelters looking to adopt a new friend for The Rat. We were initially choosing by appearance, and I was looking for a tabby, which we haven’t had before. Well, when we met Max, who is a few months older than what we were looking for and NOT a tabby, he made it clear we were to take him home. He jumped into both of our arms and immediately started purring. When we left the room and watched through the glass, he was the only kitten loudly meowing at the door for us to come back and get him. We did.

Of course, two days later he has a kennel cold and we already had to bring him to the vet. He’s on antibiotics and is doing fine, sleeping on my lap. Max is adorable and The Rat is not happy that a new cat is in the house. We’re trying to slowly work them into being friends but the fatty Ratty is currently afraid of the seven pound, sneezing ball of fur.

Just when you didn’t think this blog entry could get any gayer than Albert and I adopting a kitten, let me share a story. I recently purchased an album on Amazon.com, not knowing that Albert had converted us to their cloud system. Because of this, I could not download the album that I had just purchased to our computer. Apparently only one of us can be considered the owner of the computer, which is bullshit.

I called Amazon and went off on the customer service lady. “What do you mean, we can’t share the same computer? We’re domestic partners!”

“Sir, there can only be one person allocated to a machine, not two.”

“So, if we were married we couldn’t share the same computer?” I inquired, assuming this was the case.

“No Sir, only one person per machine is the new policy.”

“Oh, can you refund my last album purchase then, if I can’t access it?”

“Yes, of course, what is the album?”

“Um, Barbra Streisand’s Release Me.”

“Yes, we will refund your money and remove Barbra Streisand from your cloud.” As she was responding, I was thinking that might win the award for the gayest conversation of her day.

Completely unrelated, thank you to Russ and Sven for throwing an excellent Octoberfest party on Saturday afternoon. We also went to a haunted mansion on Saturday night in West Adams, which was very fun. It was called Delusion: The Blood Rite, and Neil Patrick Harris was one of the producers. It was a theatrical show with creepy actors taking you on a dilapidated house tour with cinematic special effects.

Also completely unrelated, I worked out at Gold’s Gym yesterday next to Will Ferrell. He was sporting a mustache, so I have a feeling Anchorman Ron Burgundy is coming back to the screen sometime soon.