tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90655663104937209842024-03-12T18:17:32.640-07:00I Think, Therefore I BlogStaci Layne Wilson's personal blog about movies, music, people, and all things cool.Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-42498492901225613512013-08-13T21:33:00.000-07:002013-08-13T21:33:12.255-07:00Curse of Chucky Charmed at Fantasia Film FestivalI’m so happy to report that my friend, and the writer-director of the upcoming <strong>Curse of Chucky</strong> comedy-horror film, won the Fantasia Film Festival Audience Award for Best International Feature. <br />
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The sold out screening housed over 800 fans, and was followed by a Q&A with Don and the movie’s stars, stars Fiona Dourif, Danielle Bisutti and Chantal Quesnelle. (Fear not: Brad Dourif is back as the tough-talking, knife-wielding plaything; he just wasn’t in Montreal, Quebec for the screening.) In this spooky installment of the ongoing story, Chucky terrorizes a young girl and her family.
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I couldn’t be happier for Don, as I know this project has been in the works for a long time, and it’s a film he genuinely wanted to make. His directorial debut was with <strong>Seed of Chucky</strong> back in 2004 and that’s how I first met Don. It was through <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-633-1.html">my lukewarm review of the film</a>, written for Horror.com, and we’ve been friends ever since! Funny, isn’t it? <br />
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Actually, I did give it a “Fresh” rating on the Rotten Tomato-meter, because I certainly didn’t hate it at all… it just wasn’t what I was expecting. Don dropped me a really nice email about the review, pointing out a few things I’d missed, and you know what? He was right: Once my expectation level was readjusted, I took a look later on when SoC debuted on <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-830-1.html">DVD and I thoroughly enjoyed it</a>.
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I can’t wait to thoroughly enjoy <strong>Curse of Chucky</strong>. You can too, when it arrives on Blu-ray and DVD on October 8, 2013.
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for fashion, style, cinema and the like, and maybe a handful of you know me as
the daughter of Don Wilson, founder of the surf-guitar band The Ventures and
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Inductee.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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led me to meet Lisa S. Johnson, a very talented shutterbug specializing in
macrophotography of guitars. And not just any guitars… the ones used to play
the songs we will never forget. Like the 1967 Fender Jazzmaster my dad played
on so many Ventures records and on the road for over 40 years before it was
sold at Julien’s auction last year. But not before Lisa photographed it for her
upcoming coffee table art book, 108 Rock Star Guitars.</span></span></div>
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I learned that while she is a talented photographer with a unique perspective
on these instruments, she’s also a true rock music enthusiast. Her passion for
the guitar is profound. She owns several (including an acoustic that belonged
to her musician dad, when she was a girl), she plays a little (still learning!),
and she keeps up on things by going to all the best guitar-driven rockers’
concerts (Just this year: The Rolling Stones, Yes, Jimi Hendrix Experience).</span></span></div>
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beyond the physical to the soul of her subjects. Anyone can point and shoot…
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Malibu to announce the launch of 108 Rock Star Guitars, Lisa presided over a
truly eye-opening slide show preview, giving the inside stories – from memory –
behind each guitar’s nicks, cuts, wear marks, color schemes, and named off the
songs we know them for and how the ‘sound’ was actually achieved. Fascinating
stuff. She also told us about her travels from the backstage hallways of some
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ax (the legendary, iconic and highly influential guitarist wrote the
introduction to 108 Rock Star Guitars shortly before he passed on), Jimmy
Page’s red double-neck played on Stairway to Heaven, and six-stringed works of
art belonging to Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, Lou Reed, Slash, Jack White,
Nancy Wilson, Ace Frehley, and Robby Krieger of The Doors, who was a guest of
honor at the launch event. That’s a lot of guitars. 108 in total!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why 108? Lisa is a true
devotee of yoga, and in the yogic tradition the prayer bead string, the mala,
has 108 beads on it. Much like the Catholic rosary, the beads are used to count
mantras. She feels a spiritual connection to her work, right down to the title
of her book, is imperative – there are many more connections to the number 108,
which are explained by Lisa in interviews elsewhere. (Even I had an almost
otherworldly connection to “108” on the day I attended the event: my car’s
mileage turned over to 108 miles soon as I pulled into the driveway.)</span></span><br />
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-10954523209955653702013-05-07T11:02:00.001-07:002013-05-07T11:23:44.889-07:00R.I.P., Ray Harryhausen<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I don’t usually post anything
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dozens of news outlets and fan sites to report the facts and figures, and friends
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Like most fantasy-fueled kids
of bygone eras, in the days before CGI and long before the advent of IMAX and
the like, I saved up my lunch money to go to the movies on Saturdays. I must
have caught revival matinees of Mighty Joe Young, The Valley of Gwangi and the Sinbad
movies dozens of times, and was an established fan by the time Clash of the Titans
was released in 1981. Though it’s not considered his best, I’ll never forget a
single frame of that film. I still love Bebo, Pegasus, Calibos’s romantic,
tragic riddles, Andromeda and Perseus… and of course, The Kraken. Pure
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reporter and interviewer for the SyFy Channel (actually, I was there when they
were still Sci-Fi!), I was lucky enough to interview Ray Harryhausen a number
of times, and cover some rather spirited panels and Q&As featuring himself
and “the other Ray” (Bradbury, who passed on last year). To be in the presence
of such intelligent, down to earth, and truly legendary figures in the genre is
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Here are my two latest favorites; I never measure anything
exactly, but here are the ingredients. All you need is a standard blender. Very
inexpensive meals… I get all the fresh fixings at the .99 Cent Store!</span></div>
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-37197225575218248202013-02-25T11:07:00.000-08:002013-02-25T12:42:01.056-08:00My Personal Zombie Apocalypse - PodCRASH with Chris Gore<br />
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video from sunup to sundown complete with four different set-ups and come in
under time, but… I was also on Chris Gore's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/podcrash?fref=ts" target="_blank">PodCRASH</a> later that night. Talk
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When I said yes to Chris, I had no idea what I was in for
(again: not a euphemism). I figured PodCRASH would be a fun little tete-a-tete
debate with some fellow geeks, just talking off the cuff about zombie flicks.
But, about an hour before I had to get changed and ready to drive out to
Hollywood, I saw the War & Peace of instructions via email, as well as physical
comedy and props being required! </div>
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But I knew my partner in crime, <a href="http://theflickcast.com/" target="_blank">Matt Raub</a> (we used to host a
weekly chat show, <a href="http://youtu.be/6O5YnDOiS4M" target="_blank">This Week In Horror</a>, together) would be there and he'd have
my back. He did. But even Matt couldn't save me from the zombie apocalypse. </div>
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Upon arrival at IO West in Hollywood (on Hollywood… oh, so
meta), Matt and I were labeled with our names in huge print (which would later
be replaced onstage with our zombie movie cliché characters — Matt was
"Guy You Hate" and I was "Hot Chick"… we were joined by
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As I hobbled onstage (did I mention? I'd busted my toe a few
days before and regardless of the zombie cocktail specials at the bar, I was
feelin' the pain), I was slammed with the first question: What makes you such a
big zombie fan?" Welllll… you know what? In spite of my background in
horror, and the fact that I have, indeed, worn George A. Romero's eyeglasses, I
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One by one, we were asked the questions by a bloodied-up,
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Most folks chose Night of the
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I had somewhat redeemed myself by that unexpected, quirky
old-school reply of mine — someone else was voted off via audience reaction — but
I soon fell another notch after the "Do your best zombie walk" demo.
For one thing, I don't have a zombie walk, let alone a "best" one. For
another… while I am perfectly comfy onstage, I'm not a ham. No karaoke for me,
no beat poetry on open mic night, and certainly no zombie shambles. But, I'm a
trooper. I thought my ouchy foot might actually help me out here, but I came
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for just a little longer. What came next was my downfall… In the PodCRASH
email, the question said, "What's the BEST ZOMBIE in a movie, tv show or
in fiction that is never actually called a zombie?" Easy, I thought: Rufus
the cat in Re-Animator. But no. Chris put a twist in the question, and my reply
no longer applied. Matt had my back, whispered, "Captain America."
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<b>Your zombie defense WEAPON of choice? </b></div>
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-41566818722697805452013-02-13T14:13:00.001-08:002013-02-14T10:07:06.073-08:00 7 Sexiest Romantic Rock 'n Roll Couples of the 70s: Celebrating Valentine's Day & "DARK LULLABY" book specialI never did like John & Yoko as a couple. I always
thought Gene & Shannon were kind of tacky. Rod & Alana were stylish 'n racy,
but not especially lovey-dovey. Paul & Linda were cute, but not sexy. I
adore John & June, but they're not really rock 'n roll. Debbie & Chris
are more punk (as were Sid & Nancy, and definitely not "romantic"
in my songbook!). Jim & Pam were beautiful and sexy as sin, but their
heyday was more the swingin' 60s. Todd & Bebe are another fave, but there's
only 7 slots! Sigh…<br />
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1971 and centers on a lead singer and guitarist who's in love with his vampire
muse, there's a song called "Butterfly Kiss", which brings them
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>I interrupt your regularly scheduled blog to announce this
Valentine's Day special! Anyone who buys an e-book of DARK LULLABY on February
14, 2013 — costs $2.99 — will receive a free copy of my movie guide 50 YEARS OF
GHOST MOVIES</b></span></div>
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Download DARK LULLABY in any format through <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/StaciLayneWilson" target="_blank">Smashwords </a>or a Kindle edition through <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Lullaby-ebook/dp/B00B0HMTVU/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360793173&sr=1-2" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Staci Layne's 7
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Romantic Rock & </span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Roll Men & Muses</span></b></span></div>
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& Bianca better (they looked so much alike!), I certainly cannot deny the enduring
power of the song "Wild Horses" which was written by Mick (& 'Keef')
for Marianne. It's rumored that Mick's secret love song "Memory Motel"
was written for Carly Simon in answer to her secret love song about (maybe!)
him, "You're So Vain". Mick wrote many exquisite dirges for amazing
women, such as "Angie", after some stolen moments with his friend's
wife.<br />
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David Bowie wrote the songs "The Prettiest Star" (Angela
appears in the concert film Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from
Mars; in a backstage sequence, David calls her by the name 'Star') and
"Golden Years" about her. These two were a real power couple, long
before there was terminology to describe it. <br />
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So many songs to choose from! Lots of love and romantic
strife here, and the talent to express it. Each of them wrote songs for, and
about, the other. "Go Your Own Way" is probably the most popular one
in relation to the relationship, but my favorite is Stevie's lament,
"Landslide" as well as the lesser-known "Silver Spring"
(which was written in the 70s, but not released till later), which goes, 'I’ll
follow you down ’til the sound of my voice will haunt you (give me just a
chance). You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you (was
I just a fool?).'<br />
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Leonard Cohen wrote some of the most gorgeous, luscious,
sumptuous, swoon-worthy seductive songs, ever. "Chelsea Hotel" was
for Janis Joplin, "Suzanne" was for Suzanne Verdal McCallister (but
which Leonard dueted so beautifully with another lover of his, Judy Collins —
who, of course was the inspiration for the CSN song, "Suite: Judy Blue
Eyes… and, on that note, "Our House" is another CSN song, inspired by
Joni). There are more. But my faves are the ones L and J wrote for each other (mostly
in the 60s, but spilling into the 70s). She wrote "A Case of You" for
him, and they each wrote a song called "Winter Lady."<br />
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As was typical in these swingin' times, many ladies went
from one band member to another; Swedish model Anita Pallenberg was with Brian
Jones before she made the switch to Keith Richards. (There were rumors that she
also had a fling with Mick during the filming of Performance.) The two remained
together through the 70s, splitting in 1980, but leaving a legacy of lingering love songs. "You Got The Silver" is probably the most famous one.<br />
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Certainly the most famous "Romeo & Juliet" of the
rock & roll world, there is nothing I can say about these two which hasn't
already been revealed. "Layla" is the most widely-known
song about Eric's undying love for the blonde beauty (who also inspired
"Something" by then-husband George Harrison in 1969), but my personal
favorite is "Wonderful Tonight". (Side-trivia: the Donovan song,
Jennifer-Juniper, was written about Pattie's sister, Jenny)<br />
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While Eric & Pattie may be the popular #1 choice, mine
is Bob & Sara. They were married, had four children together, and he (my
favorite lyricist of all time, space and dimension, by the way!) expressed his
love, and their life together most beautifully in the epic outpouring entitled simply, "Sara". It is quite possibly the most poignant, and realistic, love song ever written.<br />
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<i>I laid on a dune, I
looked at the sky,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>When the children were
babies and played on the beach.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You came up behind me,
I saw you go by,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You were always so
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<i>Sara, Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Whatever made you want
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<i>Sara, Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>So easy to look at, so
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<i>I can still see them
playin' with their pails in the sand,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>They run to the water
their buckets to fill.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I can still see the
shells fallin' out of their hands<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>As they follow each
other back up the hill.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sara, Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sweet virgin angel,
sweet love of my life,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sara, Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Radiant jewel,
mystical wife.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sleepin' in the woods
by a fire in the night,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Drinkin' white rum in
a Portugal bar,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Them playin' leapfrog
and hearin' about Snow White,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You in the marketplace
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<i>It's all so clear, I
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<i>Lovin' you is the one
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<i>I can still hear the
sounds of those Methodist bells,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I'd taken the cure and
had just gotten through,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Stayin' up for days in
the Chelsea Hotel,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Writin' "Sad-Eyed
Lady of the Lowlands" for you.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Wherever we travel
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<i>Sara, oh Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Beautiful lady, so
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<i>How did I meet you? I
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<i>A messenger sent me in
a tropical storm.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You were there in the
winter, moonlight on the snow<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And on Lily Pond Lane
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<i>Sara, oh Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Scorpio Sphinx in a
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<i>Sara, Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You must forgive me my
unworthiness.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now the beach is
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<i>And a piece of an old
ship that lies on the shore.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You always responded
when I needed your help,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Sara, oh Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Glamorous nymph with
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<i>Sara, oh Sara,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Don't ever leave me,
don't ever go.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Want more rock & roll love? Check out this fab blog I
found on '<a href="http://www.livemusicguide.com/blog/columns/50-famous-songs-inspired-by-real-women.html" target="_blank">50 Songs Inspired by Real Women</a>'</div>
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I guess it's ironic that I'm on day 6 of a cleansing fast,
yet I still followed the links to a restaurant meal coupon I got in this
morning's usual avalanche of email. I'm not even hungry. And what's more, I have vouchers I
bought 6 months ago, and still haven't used. But, curiosity fed the cat and
all that, so I decided to have a look at what's available in my area.</div>
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One of the search terms I always use when looking for a
potential dining day out, is "romantic" — regardless of whether it's
for a date. I like quiet; I don't like screaming kids. I like atmosphere; I
don't like sawdust floors. I like soft music; I don't like flatscreens blaring
football. I like booths; not benches. You get the picture, right?</div>
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for "romantic dining" and, well, let's just say a picture is worth a
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<b>Name</b>: Taqueria
Los Tres Hermanos. Nothing says love like fried burritos and sweaty siblings. Cupid (and his two
brothers) would be appalled! (But the rusty bars going across the front of the establishment are a nice touch.)</div>
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<b>Location</b>: Van
Nuys, at Sherman Way. Ah, yes… what couple will ever forget date night spent
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<b>Interior</b>: Not
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<b>Cuisine</b>: If you
eat this on a romantic date, the only thing you'll be reaching for in bed later
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My question… who on earth aside from maybe Fabio's evil twin
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Yep, I count myself lucky, lucky again. Not only am I
blessed with amazing, professional friends who are always kind enough to
recommend me for creative projects — especially when it comes to directing, in which
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In just a few short years, I've done experimental art shorts,
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(yes, horror fans… "that" P.J. Soles!). We're still in post-
production, but I can tell you that there will be several visual elements woven
together to capture the essence of the hopeful melancholia the song, which is
about the death of a best friend. </div>
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-62986099718327582632013-01-08T10:07:00.003-08:002013-02-14T10:07:30.505-08:00DAVID BOWIE: Where Are U Now? 1944... 1947... or 2013?<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.999998092651367px;">It's David Bowie's birthday today (and Jimmy Page's, tomorrow!). </span><br />
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I decided to try TweetLevel, to see how I'm perceived and I
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I like that, and it's apt. I have always enjoyed leading the
way with "show & tell". Setting trends, rather than following
them, has ever been my style (or, rather: doing what I like to do, and if other
people like it too, so much the better). Putting together like items (such a
DJ'ing on-topic playlists, being able to recommend other films based on one,
knowing which fashions from different eras will go together, etc.) has always
been a passion of mine. Happy to know it shows.</div>
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<b>Idea Starters</b> –
this small collective of people are the creative brains behind many of the
thoughts and ideas that other people talk about. Even though they may not
necessarily have a large audience themselves, their insightful opinions often
flow and are repeated throughout conversations long after they have left. They
are typically well connected to other idea starters (where they collaborate on
thoughts) and amplifiers (who they often rely upon to spread their views). Idea
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<b>Curators</b> – this
group though having a far smaller audience are perhaps one of the most
influential groups. Long after the idea starter and amplifier have left a
conversation, it is the curator that maintains discussion. This niche expert
collates information about a specific topic and is frequently sought after for
advice about this specific area. They often take part in discussions with idea
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Now… if I could just figure out how to monetize all this
passion. That's ever been my M.O., since I was a kid with a horse, living in a
tourist town: Pony Rides, $1.00 — I'd make enough cash to buy some candy or a
record, and off I'd go to have fun. While I have never been rich, I have always
been successful in making just enough money to support my fun-habit. That's well
and good, but it would be nice to have a few extra bucks left over once in
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To this end, I recently read an excellent book called <a href="http://100startup.com/" target="_blank">The$100 Start-Up</a> (by Chris Guillebeau) that's been quite
inspiring as I move into an especially creative phase in my work. Rather than
just writing reviews of other people's original works, I'm focusing on my own. (Which
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I have e-books in the zeitgeist and on the horizon (four of
my paperbacks went out of print from their respective publishers and I took the
rights back). Also, I was hit with a flash of inspiration on a hands-on art
project which I started and finished in just a few hours. (Yesterday, as a
matter of fact!) I satisfied the muse, then I got down to biz. Already found a
virtual gallery to exhibit the pieces, then I am going to sell them on Etsy,
based on principles which are applicable through advice given in The $100
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I thought it would be a good idea to blog more, so I
rekindled my blogspot and warmed up the old data-entry digits, then I read
somewhere that blogs are old hat (even the word is passé) and Tumblr is the
wave of the future. I have a Tumblr account, but I have never used it. And so
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will create a black-hole of time-sucking quicksand for those of us
(read: freelancers) who must rely on online connections in order to find and sustain
an income. I do dozens of things to keep afloat: from selling goods on eBay, to
professional writing, to directing webisodes. Nowadays, work and pleasure are inextricably
mixed and friends (virtual, and IRL) are employers and employees. I love this
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mind? What do I really need Instagram for? Should I use Instagram only for the
art and vintage clothes I'm selling on Etsy? Or should I get a cat [#catsofinstagram] and increase my followers that way? </div>
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First of all: at Starbuck's, I used my occasional <b>nom de
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saw a beautiful bright chalk drawing on black construction paper, and then in another
display, I saw a manhole cover turned into art. That is when the idea to do
something on vinyl records struck me. As my mind was <b>percolating with
possibilities</b>, I turned a corner and what should be on the wall but a large semi-flat
3-D sculpture of a record album on the wall? It seemed like a "sign" …
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a used record store, and Michael's Art Supplies. But first, I had a lunch date
with a friend. So, I was telling her about my idea, asking if the Goodwill
across the street from the Thai place we were eating at carries vinyl. She said
no, but she <b>just happened to have</b> a big stack of old records she didn't want,
sitting in her apartment (which is right next door to the restaurant). The one on top is <b>The Real Thing </b>live LP by Taj Mahal (released in 1971, which just happens to be one of my favorite years in pop culture).</div>
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instead a Staples Office Supply. I was pretty tired by then, so rather than
search for another Michael's, I decided to see if Staples had paint or anything
(still didn't have a clear idea of what I'd put on the vinyl, and only a few vague
notions of theme… <b>definitely sexy things, ladies' legs and high heels, and
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While I have directed a couple of short films entirely on
drive and instinct, I am pretty excited for this feeling now, because it has
been so many years (three or four, I guess) since my last <b>ambitious artistic</b>
project, which was my <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/117933169079832310244/albums/5481325897889354849" target="_blank">Friends at the Friendship Bell</a> photography exercise and exhibit. </div>
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That was a wonderfully fulfilling thing to do, but this is even neater in
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"smile!" All my life, ever since I was a small child with nothing
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by strangers, mostly by men) to "Smile!" Even when I am — sort of —
smiling. At least, on the inside. I cannot help the fact that my features, in
repose, seem pensive. It's the way my mouth is shaped, and how my eyes are.</div>
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After years and years of this command — "Smile!" —
I find it more and more vexing. For one thing, why do complete strangers
walking by feel as though they have the right to tell me what my expression
would be? What's so great about smiling, anyway? It's just one of many
expressions, maybe not even the best one. Sulks and pouts have been the model's
moneymaker for decades. Plus… don't you think, when you see someone walking
down the street, all by themselves and smiling, "I wonder what laughing
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Don't get me wrong. I've got nothing against smiling. I do
it a lot (yes, even when I am alone). I have much to smile for, for sure. But
when I was a young child, I had crooked teeth and when my mom had to pay for
those Sears portraits or whatever, she'd say, "Don't show your
teeth." Then I wore braces and they were hideous metal grills that
reflected the sun brighter than Versailles at midday, so I resisted smiling out
of deference to the eyesight of others. After my teeth were straight, I still
didn't like my smile, because it wasn't the classic one with upturned corners…
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Sometimes I remind myself of that classic episode of
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her photo and calling out expressions for her, but each one is exactly the same.
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What's more, not all smiles are genuine. Wouldn't you rather
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-9102865752696163812012-12-20T10:35:00.000-08:002012-12-20T11:02:50.599-08:00Type A, B, C, D Personality<br />
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So last night I was talking to a friend of mine about dating
and I showed her a picture of a guy I see off and on, and she was like, "I
didn't know you swung that way!" Then I realized, "Oh, yeah: he's
black." I never really think of people in terms of ethnicity, or religion,
or social status, etc. I always regard the people whose company I keep in
direct relation to how they treat me, what's the content of their character,
and whether they are positive, open, and fun to be with.</div>
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I've dated younger guys, older guys, broke guys, rich guys,
blondes, Asians, exotic foreigners, and bland surfer dudes. Funny, only one
person ever pegged me as not having a "type" — and it just happened
to be on a blind date — this perceptive fella said, "I can see you with a
Wall Street broker one week, and a street musician the next." So true!</div>
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Another friend of mine, a fellow singleton, was telling me
about this book she was reading a few weeks ago, something about How To Find
Your Soul Mate. And one of the things in the book was on the importance of
making a very specific list of what you want in a man. And, what you don't
want. She said, something like, "100 things, and specific, like Boxers vs
Briefs." Mind: blown. I can't think of 100 rigid, specific things I want,
to the exclusion of others. There are lots of things I want, and some I don't
want, but there are few deal-breakers. </div>
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That's why I could never, ever fill out a quiz like this… I
want to tic of *ALL* the boxes. (Or at least add an "All of the
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So, sure… my ideal man has the wit & wisdom of Oscar
Wilde. The philosophical nature of Bob Dylan. The artistic style of Jean Luc
Godard. The sexual & romantic prowess of Richard Burton. The
entrepreneurial flair of Richard Branson. The curiosity of Michio Kaku. The
humor of Johnny Carson. The fashion sense of David Bowie. The autonomy of Jack
Kerouac. The musical talent of Jack White. The grace & charm of Errol
Flynn. But… I am open to negotiation!</div>
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I wonder if having a "type" isn't more of a male
thing? I used to think I just liked blondes, because my first serious boyfriend
was blonde, and I always loved Brad Pitt, Robert Plant, and so forth… but I
never wound up actually dating many of them. (Blondes, I mean. Because I totally went out with Brad Pitt and Robert Plant.)</div>
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I like good looks as much as anyone, and I've dated some
drop-dead gorgeous men, but prettiness ain't a prerequisite: as long as a guy
can rock the ugly with style and panache, I'm down. But when I was talking to
another friend of mine — a guy — about this, he said men aren't nearly as
willing to overlook less-than acceptable physical traits. Is this true? Do you
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<i><b>But from her eyes, a different smile like that of one who knows.</b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I realize it's superficial, but I'm a visual person and I'm
always curious to know if the changes I've been through from year to year,
month to month, day to day, really show. I feel them, I think I see them in the
mirror, but is it just my own inner projection? <br />
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Can you see how sad I was in May? It's the reason I
dyed my hair blonde in July, 'cause that's what girls do to cheer up. Can you
tell how happy I was in August, or that I turned another year older then? That
I rocked an incredible professional accomplishment in November? Yeah, I guess you
could say I'm superficial... but never shallow! </div>
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2012 has not been as tumultuous as 2011, not as passionate
or exciting, but it's been joyous and liberating all the same. It's been a year
to pause and reflect, recharge and bear down to unleash some amazing artistic
endeavors I will pursue in 2013 (what was that you said, King Pacal Voltan? Oh,
yeah… well… let's just say I hope to pursue these amazing artistic endeavors
should there be a 2013).</div>
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I've had my share of romantic ups 'n downs this year. Been
rocked 'n rolled. But I'd rather have a broken heart than an unbreakable heart. (Listen to Eric Clapton's <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/I+ve+Got+A+Rock+n+Roll+Heart/2KLb0K?src=5" target="_blank">"I've Got A Rock 'n Roll Heart"</a>)</div>
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While my heart's been battered, my soul has been nourished --
I've enjoyed the most gratifying artistic accomplishments of my life, as well
as seen so many stunning gallery and museum exhibits, enjoyed existential
films, attended many live shows (theater, and concert), discovered some bands I
absolutely adore, and read some really fantastic books. <br />
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<i><b>When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.</b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Speaking of books, rights reverted back to me on 4 of my
previously-published paperbacks, so I decided to update them and DIY it, e-
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<b>Ghost Writer</b>, my demonic dark comedy novel, is out now for
$2.99 and my nonfiction reference tome on cinematic critters, <b>Guide to Animal
Movies</b>, is downloadable for $3.99. Dark Lullaby (novel) and 50 Years of Ghost
Movies (nonfiction) will soon follow. (<a href="http://stacilaynewilsonwords.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">click here to learn more</a>)<br />
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Also (so cheap, it's free!) here's the short film I
directed, <b>The Night Plays Tricks</b>, as well as the rock video I did for my dad's
band, The Ventures. The Ventures are Rock & Roll Fame of Fame inductees and
are on their 50th Anniversary tour of Japan. I made the video to celebrate that
milestone. (And lo and behold, this rock video has indirectly led to two more
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/33044100">The Night Plays Tricks</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/bluestreak">Blue Streak Productions</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/51770264">The Ventures Beethoven 5-O - Fiftieth Anniversary video</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/bluestreak">Blue Streak Productions</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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In October, my 10-year run writing and reporting for the
fantastic Horror.com came to an end. I'd been given plenty of notice but it was
still sad to know it would be over. I am so grateful for all the fantastic
friends I made, the wonderful connections, grand travels, and unforgettable
films I saw in the course of my work there. But, as one door closes, a window
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I'd decided I would take a break for the rest of the year,
and just focus on my screenplays and some short stories I want to write. But of
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<u>Without looking, asking or seeking, here's what I picked up
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doubled my "Fashion in Film" Beat</li>
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several writing assignments, including merchandise reviews </li>
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a blog for a super-cool, edgy and funny home-improvement guru</li>
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'expert' for two upcoming Blu-ray featurettes</li>
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Had a wonderful birthday in August, as always. Birthdays
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Sometimes I like a low-key birthday… not this year! I hosted
a three day pub-crawl party with four of my fellow "Virgo Vixens" --
we hit The Abbey in WeHo on the first night, then Jace hosted a house party in
Laurel Canyon, and lastly we took it all off at Jumbo's Clown Room in
Hollywood. (Actually, I did the low-key thing too: on my actual birthday, I
went sight-seeing all by myself. It was beautiful.)<br />
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Halloween was incredible, too: Many costumes, several
parties. Lots of fun, and definitely my favorite season. Not sure
what it will be like moving forward, without Horror.com to write for (Sept/Oct
was always my "busy" time!). Since then I've been posting some of my film reviews on
my <a href="http://staci-wilson.livejournal.com/" target="_blank">LiveJournal</a>. </div>
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This would be the War & Peace of blogs if I went through
each and every month, but as usual, I went to SD Comic-Con and covered it as a
reporter, I traveled all over the country to film sets to conduct interviews,
spoke on panels for Women in Horror, co-hosted my show <b>Inside Horror</b> (we wrapped season 3, and are now on hiatus), etc. Never a dull moment.</div>
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Target Audience Magazine Piece on<b> Inside Horror</b> (<a href="http://targetaudiencemagazine.com/2012/05/interview-with-executive-producers-super-knowledgeable-cinephiles-of-inside-horror/" target="_blank">click here to read the interview with me & Elric</a>)</div>
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Even though I have enjoyed many, many artistic and
professional accomplishments in my life -- 2012 being no exception -- money
doesn't drive me and I am able to make time for friends. Personal
connections have always been the way I've not only found work, but where I've
found my greatest contentment. <br />
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I can't possibly name everyone, but I am pleased to have met
so many wonderful new people and broadened my social circle so considerably.
Longtime friends have remained, and are as treasured as ever. Thanks to wonders
of social networking I've happily connected with a few friends from the past,
two or three of whom I haven't spoken to in over a decade. What's more, I got
to see my family a number of times this year: I traveled to Seattle twice, and
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2012 was a year-long odyssey of exploration. I was born in
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historical sites I never got around to. Not so, anymore. I went to the Marilyn
Monroe Exhibit at the art deco Max Factor Building (which I've driven by 10,000
times, but never entered), I went hiking up in Griffith Park, I checked out the
Chateau Marmot, and I spent two days exploring Old Pasadena all by myself (as
much as I love my friends and spend time in their company, this has also been a
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last year, but it took off recently. Pay ranges from nil to "nice!",
but as I said: it's never about the cash for me. It's about enjoying what I do
and just having enough to pay my bills. Since I no longer have pets of my
own, it's a real joy to care for cats, dogs, and even horses on occasion. (If
you know anyone who needs a pet-sitter in 2013 and beyond, send'em my way!)<br />
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The end of the year always brings updates from those I've
been missing -- not the least of which are pets I loved, and parted with.
Chocolate is a rescue cat, and Faxi is an Icelandic pony I bought, enjoyed for
years, and then sold. Every year, a smile's been brought to my face when I hear
the latest.<br />
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Sadly, in the latest update, I learned Faxi (who was foaled in summer '78), passed away on the evening of
December 13. But still, I smiled… remembering our adventures together on the
beaches and riding trails of Rancho Palos Verdes. I smiled, knowing how loved
and treasured he was by his next 'mom' who showered him with affection and
spoiled him even more rotten than he already was.<br />
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Chocolate the cat is still
alive, though he's slowing down. Here's the letter I got from Kathy, <i>"Hi Staci, writing to give you the annual Christmas update on our
dear Chocolate (Snowy.) He's an old guy now, but still funny and loving as
ever. The attached photo is from today; I was in the process of setting up the
messy, live Christmas tree and of course he came to check it out. He still gets
two insulin shots daily and he's living well with diabetes now. He's put on
weight over the past year, which is a great sign for an older kitty. He had to
have a couple of teeth extracted during the summer, but having fewer teeth
doesn't interfere with his appetite! When I took him to the vet a few days ago
for a check-up, a blood test showed that he's got declining kidney function.
Sadly, it means that his days are numbered. We will treasure every remaining
moment that we have with him. We've had so many great years with this guy; we
cannot begin to tell you how grateful we will be to you forever for bringing
him into our lives."</i><br />
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emotional suppression, my true and innate optimism is allowed to shine and
flourish. I choose to shed the pessimists and I decide with whom I spend my
personal and professional time. I don't look back with regret. I look back with
appreciation for the wisdom and character I've developed from those so-called
negative experiences. From the amazing gifts those connections gave me. For
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better when I get to dream cast for real (as I am now, with an upcoming film
project on famous surrealist and avant-garde painters), but only just.
Whether it's for something tangible, or something I just wish I could see, I am forever
casting roles in my mind and frolicking in the fantasy of it. My imagination is
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There have been so friggin' many movies about The Beatles
(too many!) and variations of the glam-rock scene. There was the wonderful
Velvet Goldmine, in which only the names of Bowie and Iggy were changed. The
Runaways story wasn't that well-cast, IMO (except for Michael Shannon as Kim
Fowley). When it comes to punk, Sid and Nancy was right on the money. I'm Not
There, the fanciful Bob Dylan bio-pic, had the best casting, ever. So smart and
inventive. There are some other rock 'n roll icon movies, but nothing yet on
The Rolling Stones or my favorite, Led Zeppelin.</div>
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Having just seen the Fathom Event "Celebration
Day" at the AMC on Universal City Walk last night (more on that, a little
further down the scroll), I was thinking about The Mighty Zep in their heyday
and at the height of their power. Absolutely astounding men, full of vitality,
talent, magnetism, style, romance, and raw sexuality.</div>
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Alexander Skarsgard as <b>Robert Plant</b></div>
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So, Celebration Day, the movie. It's great! I liked how
there was no pre-amble, no back-story, no behind the scenes interviews, just
the concert. Magnificently shot and wonderfully presented, it is, as a fan of
the group, truly heartwarming to see they've still "got it". Plant's
voice was mighty as ever, Jimmy Page rocks all, Jonesy is steady yet sparkles,
and Jason Bonham channels his late father beautifully but has his own twist. (I
loved the moment in the film when he reveals his Bonham-symbol tattoo.) The
audience was so into it, too: applause, comments, cheers, and even some tears (definitely
from the guy sitting to my right — a regular, middle-aged, masculine looking
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When it comes to the critic side of me, the professional
writer and evaluator, I cannot fault the film… but I didn't love it as much as the
Live At The Royal Albert Hall (1969) film, which I saw at The Egyptian Theater.
Nor The Song Remains The Same, which is hoary, cheesy and dated now, but was
the midnight movie of my youth (I still have all 150+ ticket stubs!). Band docs
in general, such as It Might Get Loud (for which I interviewed Jimmy Page), and
The White Stripes Under Great White North Lights (which I saw on the big
screen, and also own on Blu-ray), and of course the classics, like Rust Never
Sleeps or The Last Waltz, still stand head and shoulders above the rest. But
when it comes to straight-ahead, no-bs, no cinematic riff-raff, Celebration Day
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Here is a review on Celebration Day, from USA Today, which
says it better than I can right now… <a href="http://www.postcrescent.com/article/20121017/APC0503/310170347/Movie-review-Led-Zeppelin-still-soar-in-Celebration-Day-?odyssey=tab%7Cmostpopular%7Ctext%7CAPC01" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a></div>
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My dates for the evening were two of the biggest Led
Zeppelin fans I know (and love) Darren Smith and Terrence Kelsey. All in all,
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Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-74313119527214825702012-01-30T19:40:00.000-08:002012-01-30T20:16:16.317-08:00Be Good To Yourself<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The first time I heard the expression “The Tyranny of Cool” it was about 10 or 11 years ago, during the course of an interview I did with director Guillermo del Toro for horror.com. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being good is generally considered uncool. And being good to yourself? Well, that’s reserved for granola crunching Wayne Dyer fans, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, one of the very coolest people I know, Ogre, always signs his emails, “Be good to yourself.” Seems simple, but they really are words to live by. The point was driven home this morning by the final affirmation in the one and only “self-help” blog I follow, MARC & ANGEL HACK LIFE. The topic this week is ‘20 Things to Start Doing in Your Relationships’, and throughout the checkpoints of advice (stuff we all know already, but need reminders), the most important one, the relationship with yourself, is ever-present in the text.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m the type of person who’s usually good to others, but not always to myself (only through neglect, not abuse). This past week, I made a conscious decision to recalibrate. I’ve been meaning to get back on the diet, been meaning to read more books, been meaning to start various projects, been meaning to do this or that… well, here are a few things I did to be good to myself this past week:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I talked to my immediate family on the phone (my dad, my mom, brother and sister), and instead of the usual “how’s it going?” banter, we discussed real things about the stuff going on in our lives right now, reminisced a bit, and we expressed our appreciation for one another in specifics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I’m not accepting every invite out. I’m letting myself be. But I am doing the things I really want to do; with others, and alone. Mostly alone. This has been a time of reflection, relaxing, resting, running, recalibrating, and researching. I’ve been paying attention to my internal tick-tock (something I seldom have the luxury of doing; but at the moment, I’m on a mini-vacation and have a very minimal schedule to attend to) and am eating when I’m hungry and sleeping when I’m tired. I’ve got only healthy foods on hand (I have not cooked a meal in days, eating mostly fruits, vegetables, beans and whole grains… after just a short time, it’s become easy to not even look at the pastries on the coffee cart), and pretty much total quiet so I can fall asleep early and get up late (10 or 11 pm, till 630 or 730 am… the usual is 12 or 1 am till 530 or 6 am).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Been listening to soothing music and focusing on the positive lyrics. Vintage James Taylor is in heavy rotation right now (Country Roads, You’ve Got A Friend, How Sweet It is To Be Loved By You), as is the soundtrack of my favorite hopeful romantic movie, [500] Days of Summer. That’s not to say I won’t be inching back to the more philosophical, heavy, existential stuff (hello, Don McLean, Bob Dylan, and Jeff Buckley!) very soon, but sometimes one needs a break from listening into the abyss. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Have been going on several walks a day (shorter ones with the dog, longer more intense ones solo), and rather than beating myself up for becoming so out of shape (thanks to a foot injury and then the holi-daze [and hollandaise]) I’m realizing it’s not as bad as I thought. I do get winded sooner than I would like, but I noticed this morning I am still passing everyone else by when going up even the steepest hills. My foot twinges a bit, but not too bad and I remember to keep up my maintenance dose of ibuprofen for the inflammation, even when the pain isn’t there to remind me. Although I’m not at the level I was in August (able to run down the trail while skipping rope), at least I am doing *something* -- and I will get there again, definitely!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I’m letting stuff go. Even though I may be in the “right”, sometimes the fight just isn’t worth the perceived reward. Example: I got a parking ticket a couple of months ago. I read all the signs, paid the meter, and set my alarm on my iPhone to ensure I’d be back in time. Came back, saw it was after 6 pm and therefore OK to park for free. Returned an hour later and there was a parking ticket on my windshield. Received 1 minute after 6. According to the ticket it was a no parking zone. I reread all the signs and so on, decided to fight it, but through a series of misfortunes (a bounced email, a slow snail-mail forward) I -- to quote Don Adams from Get Smart -- “missed it by THIS much!” and not only was my ticket deemed valid, but the fee was doubled. That’s $136 I don’t just have lying around. I was going to fight it again, and maybe I could actually be successful, but then I thought: how much aggravation would that be? What is my time worth? I’d have to drive out of my way to go and take photos of the signs; then I’d have to set an appointment to appear at traffic court; then even if I “won” chances are, the charge reversal from my bank card would be a big hassle or would take weeks. So, I got creative and found a way to earn an extra $120, and did that instead. Yeah, it still sucks the stupid City gets my $136 so unfairly, especially since I spend a lot of tax dollars in Hollywood, but… I let it go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Getting creative. I know I will be able to apply only some of the strategies as presented in Your Creative Brain (by Shelley Carson), and I’m not following all the exercises to the letter, but I am still finding the book very inspiring. And, I think I’m actually being creative by NOT following the instructions, but instead finding what works for me and applying it creatively. Now, *that’s* thinking outside the box. Reading the book has helped unlock a few ideas and solved a couple of mysteries… in fact, in the book, Carson mentions talking trash receptacles which say “thank you” when used. She mentions that people often say “you’re welcome” to the machine. She also says that other countries have taken the give-and-take even further. “Trash cans in Shanghai not only thank people for throwing their trash away, they have built in solar compactors for easy trash pickup (they also direct pedestrians to the nearest public restroom, although no one is sure what that has to do with trash disposal).” To me, it seems very obvious! Most people walking around are throwing away food and beverage containers… and what follows eating and drinking? Anyway, I never thought I was much of a divergent thinker (my go-to is the “Reason” brainset, according to my results of the quiz) but I have to say, I was struck by two great (or at least, unexpected), totally unrelated, ideas this morning while reading Your Creative Brain (while relaxed, drinking a cup of coffee outside in the breezy sunshine – I’m sure those were factors, too!). So, that follows the pattern of my second-strongest trait, the “Connective” brainset (one thing leads to another). I’m excited about putting them into motion. One is purely creative (something perfect to put into the script I’m currently writing) and one is creative/practical (how to make some money, doing something I like).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I’m watching one movie I want to see, every day. Usually, I have to review movies I may not necessarily *want* to see and I don’t have tv cable for mindless channel surfing, so purposefully and mindfully watching a DVD (whether it’s a foreign film I’ve been meaning to watch for months – like, Zulawski’s THE IMPORTANT THING IS, TO LOVE or revisiting an old fave like the lightweight 70s mystery THE LAST OF SHEILA) and actually taking the time to savor it without checking my emails ad infinitum, has been quite good. To myself.</span><br />
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<strong><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Related links</span></u></strong><br />
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<a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-282-1.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Interview with Guillermo del Toro</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> (horror.com) </span><br />
<a href="http://skinnypuppy.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ogre</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> (SkinnyPuppy.com) </span><br />
<a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/01/29/20-things-to-start-doing-in-your-relationships/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">20 Things to start doing in your relationships</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> (Marc & Angel Hack Life)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">James Taylor & Carly Simon – </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7RPCFfudmU&feature=BFa&list=PL17B1B69927976883&lf=results_video"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You’ve Got A Friend</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> (YouTube)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your Creative Brain (</span><a href="http://shelleycarson.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ShelleyCarson.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span>Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-21589638635551944582012-01-26T13:21:00.000-08:002012-01-26T13:21:12.153-08:00Childhoods of Color & Contrast<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just finished reading <strong>Low Down: Junk, Jazz, and Other Fairy Tales From Childhood</strong>, by A.J. Albany. David suggested it to me months ago, thinking I could relate, given my own Hollywood arts/celeb childhood, and I bought a copy right away but only got to it now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I cannot really relate (this woman’s father was musician too, and her mom a notorious beauty, but there the similarities diverge – her parents were junkies, big-time), I do love reading about Hollywood in the 60s and 70s, and I do know the ups and downs and feast-or-famine childhood of a kid brought up alone and whose parents don’t have day jobs and steady paychecks. While A.J. was raised by her dad (jazz great Joe Albany), and I was raised by my mom, I know about the gypsy lifestyle, moving from place to place to stay ahead of kited checks and angry landlords, pushing old, worn out beater cars down hills then jumping in when the engine’d catch, meeting, at very young ages, extraordinary adults, some famous, some not, some up, some down, who’d treat you as a peer, regardless. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is a particularly striking passage from the memoir:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“…That’s what happened to Izzy, who’d been living at the Knickerbocker for sixteen years, since ’55. He’d decided to hole himself up, surrounded by his memories and his passions. Hotels in Hollywood and downtown L.A. are full of forgotten people like that. People you wouldn’t look twice at, with their hot plates and old slippers, but you should look, because they’re often far more interesting than all the rich assholes swanning around Beverly Hills, full of themselves and nothing else.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mom, a smart, beautiful, intellectual, somewhat tragic at times and certainly flawed, knew a lot of characters like Izzy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember an artist hippy, bearded and rotund, Teddy Burger, who traveled back and forth from San Francisco to L.A. in his VW bus (which doubled as his home) with his two treasured Saluki dogs, named Footloose and Fancy Free. Teddy always had the most egregious B.O., and the biggest, sweetest smile. I remember the Lady Pamela, a renowned reader of tarot cards (she gave me her well-worn Aquarius deck, which I still have), who was elegant and aristocratic, in her long Indian skirts and her willowy scarves. And James Bryon, who repped the likes of Jane Mansfield and Yvette Mimieux (and my mom, when she cheesecake modeled as Buni Bacon), spoke with perfect, measured elocution, and carried himself like the Lord he’d named himself after. Pleasurable pastime as a kid was to get his goat to see if I could get the composure to crumble – played a lot of pranks on Uncle Jim, and his favorite curse was, “You beastly child!” He always had a pristine Cadillac, which was his baby, and one of the best April Fools was telling him someone had hit and run him while parked outside. But Jim could turn the tables just as easily; he helped me TP the neighbor’s house once (or at least, called the shots from the sidelines). Then there was my mom’s literary agent, Earl Mills, who’d once managed Dorothy Dandridge, and carried a torch for Dorothy (and my mom, unrequited) for years and years. A hopeless romantic, who could roll his R’s like a linguistic wonder. Composer Rick Marlowe, comedian Tommy Smothers, one of Rosemary Clooney’s sons (who was dating a flat-chested bottle blonde who’d wear stuff like tee-shirts with a picture of two fried eggs over the chest, or ones with slogans like “Itty Bitty Titty Committee”), novelty songwriter Allan Sherman, an insanely handsome professional gambler who’d done time, an heir to a fortune in France who gave my mom a ruby and 24-karat gold a ring of his family crest (which she gave to 9 year old me when they broke up, and which I still have)… There are more, many more – photographers, poets, agents, actors, alcoholics, singers, gays, straights, heads, squares, growers, groupies, hipsters… I remember dribs and drabs of them all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I did have to grow up in a hurry due to parental addiction (alcohol, pot) and her life-threatening illnesses (cancer, radical double mastectomy), my childhood memoir is truly a fairytale compared to A.J.’s – her mom turned tricks, her dad shot up constantly, she was molested, and her little friends suffered even worse fates. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I really liked about Low Down was its complete lack of self-pity in the recollection, A.J.’s never-ending optimism (of a kind; she was hardly a Pollyanna, but very philosophical and accepting while remaining hopeful), her appreciative love music and cinema and literature, and most of all her devotion to her father and his to her. It’s a truly beautiful and touching (sentimental, but not sappy) tale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Dad rarely looked too hard or too long at the madness of his own addiction, but he often lamented the toll drugs took on the lives of his friends. Dad and Chet Baker had known and liked each other for 40 years, though they hadn’t met up since the early 70s. [in ‘87] An extremely down and out Chet approached Dad and asked if he could spot him a little cash, as he was at a real low end, and God knows it wasn’t easy “to find one kind face in all of cold fucking New York,” as Dad used to say. At this point, however, Dad had hit rock bottom himself, sometimes barely making it through the few gigs that still came his way. “Chet, you know I’d spot you if I had the bread, but I spent my advance and I don’t even have cab fare home. You’re welcome to crash at my pad tonight.” Chet took Dad’s hands and squeezed them. “Thanks, Joe. You’re a sweet guy.” Dad was looking at a reflection of his own devastation, and told me that at that moment, he felt like crying. In the land of the poor blind Chet, my one-eyed Dad was king on that particular night.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She puts things in perspective so very well. She’s quite the writer. This, too, when her dad was in N.A. with a sponsor 30 years younger than him, and at the end of his long, productive, wasted life:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where did an old, lifetime user like my dad find help? The answer was nowhere. Dad and others like him were banished to the netherworld of methadone maintenance at best. “It’s a young man’s world,” he’d say with a tired smile. I would hug his huge head, cursing my powerlessness and the futility of comforting words that fell flat and died and soon as they hit the air.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s one of those books you read, and you want to tell everyone about. So, there you are. If you liked memoirs such as Danny Sugarman’s Wonderland Avenue, or Anthony Kedis’s Scar Tissue, or Augusten Burrogh’s Running With Scissors, you must read this one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next up, I’m going to flip flop between Your Creative Brain, Vintage L.A., and a Louis Wain biography… and work on my script! Viva la solitude in Laurel Canyon for the next week. (Thanks, Lee.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-5563269282033772832011-10-27T12:25:00.000-07:002011-10-27T12:40:06.556-07:00Movie Review Round-up<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You must see Drive!" I've been saying that everyone I know. And now, Buzzine readers, I am saying it to everyone I don't know. Drive is an unironic throwback to the slick cinematic style of the early 80s ala Michael Mann. It's an extreme departure from director Nicolas Wending Refn's previous indie, Bronson (a massively violent, extremely bizarre and meta prison thriller), starring the ubiquitous Ryan Gosling as Driver, a mechanic /slash/ film-stunt wheelman who finds himself drawn into the seamy, seditious underbelly of an evil L.A. drug cartel. Channeling neo noir strong and silent cool, ever-bathed in neon glow, his steady hand on the skinny wheel of a vintage Chevy Impala, Gosling is the lynchpin in this minimalist art-house thriller — but, stellar side performances by the likes of Bryan Cranston, Albert Brooks, Christina Hendricks, Ron Perlman and Carey Mulligan as the object of Driver's desire also impress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While the characters in the film noted above certainly don't like to face the ugly facts, the couple in writer-director Jim Hemphill's The Trouble With the Truth tackle it head-on and do nothing but talk about it. Lea Thompson and John Shea sit down 'My Dinner With Andre' style and chew the fat about love, life, longing and letting go, in this unexpectedly poignant, often wryly humorous, drama which takes place mostly in just one room. It doesn't hurt that the cinematography and editing keep the visuals coming, changing things up with the variety a 7-course meal, but the real feeling of fullness comes from The Trouble With the Truth's amusing, ambiguous ending.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another movie with an open-ended ending is Martha Marcy May Marlene, Sundance's then-unsold Indie darling and now a limited-release drama dripping with sodden, psychological sadness. But its conclusion is not nearly so satisfactory. Elizabeth Olsen plays the title character, a downtrodden cult-escapee with so many identity issues, she's got back-issues. The narrative switches back and forth between M's time as a sex-slave in a Manson-like commune, to her not so smooth transition back into routine life under the roof of her newly-wed sister. M meanders a lot, as does the film. Though very well-acted, the story collapses under the weight of its own disjointed melancholia (Lars Von Trier's Melancholia: now, *there's* a movie! It's out on 11/18). </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Segue into still more psychological spoilage, and you've got the trifecta of troubled triangles in David Cronenberg's A Dangerous Method. It's the chronicle of Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, and their beautiful, batty protégé, Sabina Spielrein — played to perfection by Viggo Mortensen, Michael Fassbender, and Keira Knightley — and how they each played mental cat-and-mouse with one another using psychiatry as the pawn. While I was somewhat let down by the fact that this movie is "just a cigar" in that it's a very point-a to point-b narrative (especially when told from the surprisingly staid perspective of a once-risky, frisky auteur), I still say A Dangerous Method is one of the best dramas I have seen all year. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I could say the same for Anonymous. The subject matter is certainly intriguing — was Shakespeare a fraud? — but its presentation, sadly, is not. Directed with the usual sledgehammer hand of actioneer Roland Emmerich (2012, The Day After Tomorrow), the purple prose of the Elizabethan poet is mauled into the blue balls of Queen Elizabeth's suitors as the not-so-virgin Queen reigns supreme in the halls of shame. I won't give away the twist, but I will tell you the story would have been better-served without all the soapy scandal sudsed into it. While it's not terribly cinematic (a release by any other name would have smelled just as sweet on HBO), Anonymous isn't half-bad when it's sticking to the facts under conjecture. Rhys Ifans and Jamie Campbell Bower are both excellent as the elder / younger Shakespeare, and Vanessa Redgrave and (her-life daughter) Joely Richardson are perfect as the elder / younger QE. For those who simply can't get enough of period costume drama (and you still want to come back for more, even after The Other Boleyn Sister), then have at it. All others, don't 'beware the Ides of March' and go see that instead (more Gosling!). </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rounding out the round-up this week are two new documentary films, each by accomplished directors. Now playing on pay television is Martin Scorsese's George Harrison: Living in the Material World, and soon to come, one that explores the opposite of living in the material world or any other, is the death row downer Into the Abyss, by Werner Herzog. While I enjoyed both of these quite disparate docs just about equally, I felt equally let down by them in that I wanted more from the helmers who've made some of my all-time favorite films. Neither of these movies do much to invigorate the genre, especially in the way of visuals. We get lots of standard-set talking heads intercut with concert or crime-scene footage. Still, the subjects are both interesting — Scorsese's exhaustively follows Harrison from cradle to grave, while Herzog shows several sides of a tragedy in Texas which then leads to further trauma when the convicted killer is put to death by the State.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All in all, there are some genuinely worthwhile features out right now. They run the gamut from big budget studio wide releases (Anonymous) to as-yet undistributed indies (Isle of Dogs) making the festival rounds, and from focus on men of few words (Drive) to men with nothing but words (The Trouble With The Truth). This week, there really is something for everybody.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Went to San Francisco twice, went to Austin twice, went to Seattle twice, made it to Hawaii and Singapore for the first times, and saw Canada again and again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coolest, most creative compliment: Paul Bettany told me I look like "a punk rock Rita Hayworth"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Helen Mirren loved my leopard on leopard Steve Madden shoes and silk stockings</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was "Terribly Happy" with Whatley</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Learned from Chris that there's more to mumblecore than I thought</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hung out with what's left of "The Doors"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Learned two new words: diagrammatic (A plan, sketch, drawing, or outline designed to demonstrate or explain how something works or to clarify the relationship between the parts of a whole) and cognoscenti (connoisseur, cognoscenti. an expert able to appreciate a field; especially in the fine arts)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did several photography series, the main being "Friends at the Friendship Bell" & "Project Wardrobe"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Checked out The Art of Stillness with The Other SW</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Met Heather Langencamp. Met Vincenzo Natoli and Dario Argento on the same day, plus hung with two of my favorite Repo! men, Ogre and Bill. Also, encountered the "great Brian Trenchard Smith" (in the words of Jimmy, confirmed by MCH)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally saw Sisters, years after my interview with Douglas Buck, and rekindled our communiqués via Facebook</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw Helen Mirren again at the Love Ranch junket</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Covered low budget horror (2001 Maniacs) and studio big budget (Inception) and everything in between</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did Comic-Con again, interviewed 99 people in one day</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Found out that men really, really like to open their coats for me (see: photo album)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enjoyed Enzo's birthday breakfast the Top of The Mark</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heard the same jokes at least 10 times and didn't mind</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had the privilege of being invited into the homes of friends I adore</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Went to several fantastic exhibits — Diane Arbus photography, Dennis Hopper photography, Beatnik-era ephemera, Leonor Fini, Art by Architects at LACMA</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lisa was very important to me </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amanda and David moved away (boo)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Danny Trejo stopped in the middle of my interview with him to say he liked my outfit</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">M. Night Shyamalan told me a great story about Tak Fujimoto</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I met one the actual Owls of Ga'Hool</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Went to some great places with Fariba (she turned me onto Viento y Agua, and I showed her The Edison)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw Everything's Eventual, and it was prophetic</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had some fantastic Fulci moments</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got trapped in "The Triangle" with Doug</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was sent to detention by "The Tutor"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was onstage at least twice that I can remember (judged a costume contest, and presented an award)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Covered ScreamFest, Shreikfest, and other fests that involve vocalizations of some sort (see: mumblecore)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Andrew Lincoln actually remembered me from our very brief interview at Comic-Con, when we met again at the October red carpet for Walking Dead</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I read lots and lots of books, mostly memoirs and historical nonfiction</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw Veronica for the first time in years</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">MCH and me both crushed on "the blue dress" in Amer</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wrote script for Annabel Lee in an hour of inspiration, put my cast together in the next month, and within 4 days got it shot — my first crack at directing, in the can (or computer, as the case may be) [Began principal photography on John Lennon's assassination date / ended on Jean Rollin's death night]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had a fantastic "Girl's thrifting" day with most of my very favorite ladies, and plan to make it a regular habit</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I missed Marco and Alex</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw three of my fave movies with Enzo within 10 days of each other: The Social Network, 127 Hours, and Black Swan</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pamela shared her secret with me</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got good and bloody with "The Chrome Skull"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had a revelation</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interviewed Colin Farrell while he was wearing nothing but skintight pants and vampire fangs</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photographed many amazing hotels — went inside The W (Hollywood) and The Viceroy (Santa Monica) for the first time</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Caught up with Eric, finally</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got my first: Christian Dior, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Jenny Lee Couture [all BARGAINS, too!]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had some much-needed coffee-tawk with Don</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Discovered Jane Jenson and shared the love</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bought a diamond ring I really didn't want</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Got me some good Creepy and Debi time</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brushed up again the Bowen beard</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw Buz turn 21</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Found out Jinny had a baby</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Said goodbye to Sweet Judy Blue Eyes, after the fact</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw my Dad more this year than ever, spent plenty of quality time with family, and enjoyed my birthday with my mom, Anna, Michael, Mhea, Tim and Rita</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enjoyed amazing kindness and lots of love</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last red carpet of the year "Tron"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-63532934143807558782010-08-20T18:10:00.000-07:002010-08-20T18:19:41.605-07:00From '66 to 44<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">According to Wikipedia, there is nothing special about the duplicate-digit alignment of the numbers in my birthday this year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've always thought my birth year was pretty cool. I like double digits, <strong>it's just one 6 shy of being Satanic</strong>, and there's even a song about the route. What's more, it was the <strong>Year of the Fire Horse</strong>, and that only comes along once every 60 years. I also like the number 23 — there's </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_enigma"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a whole enigma about it</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, including a </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday_paradox"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">birthday paradox</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, and even </span><a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-1531-1.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a movie starring Jim Carrey</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year, I will be spending the actual day <strong>with my mom</strong> — for the first time since I was a teenager! Looking forward to that has led me to thinking back…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are my mom and my dad's publicity photos from 1966.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was a fashionable little girl, thanks to my mom. I look like I'm straight out of the <strong>Sears catalogue</strong>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Same dress, at 43 and 23 </span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=bongodress_87_10.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/bongodress_87_10.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is what I looked like when disco was all the rage. I'm not exactly in style... I was into hippie music then (and hey, whaddya know? I still am.)</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=72staci_1979age12or13_lores.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/72staci_1979age12or13_lores.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2000 and 2010 - two side by side comparisons, <strong>10 years apart</strong> - one glamorous and one NOT!</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=72staci_2001age33_2010age43.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/72staci_2001age33_2010age43.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/driverlicense2005_2010.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/driverlicense2005_2010.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Back in 1966….</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brigitte Bardot looked like this, and Jim Morrison was the sexiest man alive.</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=brigittebardot.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/brigittebardot.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=JoelBrodskyphoto.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/JoelBrodskyphoto.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Walt Disney died, and apparently so did Paul McCartney!</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=deaths1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/deaths1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Liz and Dick were still a couple</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">LBJ was in office</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Richard Avedon was photographing Lauren Hutton</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=Lauren-Hutton-1.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/Lauren-Hutton-1.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=Lauren-Hutton-2.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/Lauren-Hutton-2.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These babies were born</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=helenabonhamcarter.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/helenabonhamcarter.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=sade1.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/sade1.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 1966, this was what people were reading</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=TheLastPictureShowInColdBlood.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/TheLastPictureShowInColdBlood.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=susandenbergplayboyaug1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/susandenbergplayboyaug1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=samanthajonescosmopolitan_verushkavogue.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/samanthajonescosmopolitan_verushkavogue.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=lifemags1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/lifemags1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=womandaykitten1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/womandaykitten1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=jeanshrimptonaugust1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/jeanshrimptonaugust1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=esquire1966.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/esquire1966.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These were the popular records (Herb Alpert had the bestselling single of the year)</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=1966albums.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/1966albums.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this was entertainment</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=Kill-Baby-Kill.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/Kill-Baby-Kill.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=KillBabyKill.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/KillBabyKill.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=the_endless_summer.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/the_endless_summer.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=bewitched-cartoon-opening.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/bewitched-cartoon-opening.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The cars and guitars of '66</span> (and it just so happens my favorite color combo was very popular in that year)</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=mustang_1966_dakotaRED_003.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/mustang_1966_dakotaRED_003.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=1966_ferrari_dino.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/1966_ferrari_dino.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=3595505852_6bf37b041d.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/3595505852_6bf37b041d.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=fairlane.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/fairlane.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=StaciWilson1966_July21010.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/StaciWilson1966_July21010.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me and the hotrod are the same age (and wearing the same colors!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I saved the best for last… <span style="font-size: large;">the funky, freaky, fab fashions and photography and art</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The miniskirt was in style!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">…Or was it on its way out?</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=savethemini.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/savethemini.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Avedon</span><br />
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<a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/?action=view&current=avedon.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e50/stacilayne/2010/avedon.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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</span>Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-53795003444732117682010-07-18T12:08:00.000-07:002010-07-18T12:15:54.376-07:00That Is SO Random!Another playing catch-up picture blog to keep everyone apprised and myself reminded. Sometimes they days zoom by so fast and I feel like I haven't really gotten much done... when actually, I have! Here's proof. (Plus a few diversions)<br />
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<strong>I've done a bunch of junkets and red carpets, and seen a few of the big summer movies…</strong><br />
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DiCaprio on the red carpet for INCEPTION. The last time I talked to him was years ago, for Catch Me If You Can.<br />
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Cillian Murphy, whom I've talked to quite a few times… I learned the most about what he's like at the SUNSHINE international press junket a few years back.<br />
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This is Dileep Rao, who I first met while covering DRAG ME TO HELL. I'm posting two pics, because I like the one as a photo, and the other as a photo of him.<br />
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Brainy beauty, Ellen Page.<br />
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Ellen's shoes.<br />
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Inception group - as you can see, it's hard to shoot around the crowd of publicists, dates, entouragers, friends and family.<br />
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But I managed.<br />
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Twice!<br />
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(Not) Shoeless Joe<br />
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Joseph Gordon Levitt<br />
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Lukas Haas<br />
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Shoes<br />
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Tom Beringer<br />
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From the Hollywood blockbusters to the Hillbilly brainbusters — I do all the premieres! This is me at the 2001 Maniacs: FIELD OF SCREAMS gala with James Wan and star Lin Shaye.<br />
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Here's a snap of L.A. architecture I took on the way to the premiere from the car.<br />
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And, one of the Egyptian that evening.<br />
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Me at the PREDATORS junket with Nim and Robert (July 1, first movie event of the month, and kicking off the first of at least 300-500 interviews this month what with ComicCon!)<br />
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Nim and Robert<br />
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Shaking Adrien's hand, I look like I am afraid he's going to snap my wrist (he is one badass Brody in the movie!)<br />
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Adrien and me<br />
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Jay and Nic at the SORCERER'S APPRENTICE junket, late last month.<br />
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Jay and Nic <br />
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Me and Teresa Palmer, who was really cute and sweet (check out the video on Syfy, she's adorable)<br />
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Toby Kebbel - oddly enough, I couldn't grab a still in which he was smiling or looked happy but the vibe in the room was great. He is REALLY funny and charming… belied by his deadpan delivery.<br />
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Viscera Film Festival in Downtown L.A. last night.<br />
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AJ, having his wallet lifted by Sean. Good times!<br />
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Whose limo awaits?<br />
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Here are some reviews I've done lately<br />
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Plus a very special interview (not often I get to combine my love of horror movies and fashion…)<br />
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More new reviews coming soon, thanks to the pre-ComicCOn DVD onslaught<br />
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Just a few glimpses into life as I know it…<br />
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There is a new spell checker on the iPhone. It's dumb.<br />
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Not much to choose from on TV these days. Mad Men will be back soon, though!<br />
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I'm currently reading Julie Kenner's Givenchy Code. It's serious fluff, but I like it.<br />
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My dad is on tour now, but prior to leaving The Ventures got a special award from the emperor of Japan!<br />
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I haven't launched my online store yet, but that doesn't stop me from sampling the merchandise. Actually, I was going to sell this BCBG Max Azria new dress because it accentuates my wide hips… but then I snagged it really bad. So, I'll use it for my mannequin. <br />
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Been editing video and typing so many hours on end, I had to hunt down my arm brace (I used to use this in the course of my dead day-job, years ago… still comes in "handy" sometimes).<br />
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So swamped, I have not been able to get as much done on the launch of my online clothing stores (Staci-Style, and Net-Frocks). I do have some vintage items at the dry cleaners, ordered my hangtags, and got my mannequin. It's still in the box in the living room, but hopefully I can set it up before I have to leave for Comic-Con, dress it up, take pictures (we're talking hundreds), then get the stores online by early August.<br />
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<b>I've made a couple of non-junket related on-camera appearances lately.</b> I'm in the extras for the Parasomnia DVD (U.S. debut in July), interviewing the filmmakers and talent… the movie was shot before I settled on my signature blue streak! So weird to see (prior to that, I was playing with colored ends, colored underneath, etc., with blue, pink, and violet… but in the video I'm just a plain ol' redhead. Boring… and so dark. I must have been experimenting with shades… my real, natural tone is a light reddish gold).<br />
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My other "guest spot" is in the lovely and talented Terrance Zdunich's The Tutor art lessons. Here are a couple of screen-grabs… Too bad The Tudors is wrapped, I could have done a crossover appearance as Staci Of Cleaves.<br />
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<b>Been keeping busy doing my usual red carpets and junkets…</b><br />
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Suicide Girls Must Die!<br />
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Saturn Awards<br />
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Centurion<br />
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Despicable Me<br />
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Love Ranch<br />
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The Sorcerer's Apprentice<br />
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The above pics are from a little "stand up" intro I did, but I had to pretend like I was holding a magical, glowing and morphing globe as I was talking, then "throw" it at the camera. The visuals will all be added later. While I don't reckon it's <i>too </i>conceited to say I think I am pretty good at winging it in ANY situation ("fake it, till you make it," is my motto) … it's not being too hard on myself to say I would be a terrible, terrible actor. I have the worst grasp on memorization of lines, and having to actually speak and do certain, pre-determined moves at the same time? I am hopeless. I had to do about six takes! I can't wait to see the video when they send it to me. Ha! Still, I had fun with it… we laughed all the way through my flubs.<br />
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Another junket tomorrow, red carpets next week... silly me: I keep thinking I'm going to have some me-time (not that I'd know what to do with that, anyway. Although, I am actually about halfway through a novel I am reading for other reason than I want to!).<br />
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<b>Surprisingly, I have found a little time for photo-taking</b> — I took a BUNCH of the black 3000GT (also, a funny road sign… typical downtown L.A. madness!). Plus, sweet Tony and me enjoyed a few hours at Madame Tussaud's last week. For only $20, it's a helluva lot cheaper than renting a set (the figures were fun, but there are a lot many alcoves and stairwells that are LOCATION GOLDMINES! So awesome).<br />
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<b>I started a Twitter for horror.com </b>— there are three of us posting to it, so hopefully it'll help drive some more traffic to the site.<br />
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<b>Been trying to keep up on my artiness.</b> I may catch a Women Photographers Exhibit at MoCA soon. Cool Coralina has a solo exhibit of her art happening in July, but it's in New York. I wish I could go. I miss Manhattan SO MUCH. But, I can't afford to go unless I'm sent for work. And it's been quite a while. <br />
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<a href="http://www.coralina.net/">http://www.coralina.net/</a> - BTW, this image is printable, so if readers in NYC want to print it and present it to MATILDA'S where the art will be showing they can get 20% off their dinner. It's valid from July 15 to September 30, 2010.<br />
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I think that brings me up to date for this little online journal and memory-eBook. This is mostly just for me and IRL friends; my <a href="http://stacilaynewilson.wordpress.com/">other blog</a> is truly my priority.<br />
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<a href="http://efilmcritic.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=86560&sid=c285292341266a060a2e7aa3c2cd4efc">Parasomnia DVD Giveaway </a><br />
<a href="http://www.terrancezdunich.com/blog/">The Tutor Website</a> <br />
<a href="http://twitter.com/horrordotcom">Horror.com's Twitter</a> <br />
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And, on top of all the video coverage for Syfy Channel, TV-Wire/AOL, and good old Horror.com, I also have the following movie reviews online or at the tips of my fingers: <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-3215-1.html">Sisters</a>, <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-3223-1.html">Suicide Girls Must Die</a>!, <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-3224-1.html">Centurion</a>, <a href="http://stacilaynewilson.wordpress.com/2010/06/29/hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold-spandex/">Love Ranch</a>, <a href="http://www.horror.com/php/article-3227-1.html">The Blood-Spattered Bride</a>, Dracula (Spanish version), Mad Love, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, Predators, Fragile, Tomb of Liegia, Grimm Love, Pig Hunt, and The Haunting.<br />
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<b>Photo Galleries Added or Updated:</b><br />
Another Day, Another <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/stacilaynewilson/DressingRooms#">Dressing Room</a><br />
Tony & Staci <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=62787&id=1069883333&l=0daf3db4dc">Wax Museum Shenanigans</a><br />
Tony's <a href="http://s478.photobucket.com/albums/rr147/staciwilsonpics/2010%20Staci%20Layne%20Wilson%20Pics/June%202010%20pics%20by%20Anthony%20Masi/">Pics of Me in Alcoves & Stairwells</a>Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065566310493720984.post-61344039431111357462010-06-18T22:15:00.000-07:002010-06-18T22:25:57.595-07:00Everything & NothingI'm in one of those weird work limbos where I am spinning my wheels all day and go to bed late at night feeling like this. <br />
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I'm doing a lot, but not seeing instant results (hence, this blog. I am in control! I post, and it appears, by gawd! Assuming there's not a computer crash, a server error or a power outage…). <br />
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For instance, today alone I wrote two movie reviews, watched a DVD to review while working out, edited the video for horror.com's <strong>Jonah Hex</strong> <a href="http://stacilaynewilson.wordpress.com/2010/06/17/megan-faux-unreal-on-the-red-carpet/">premiere coverage</a>, worked on my Clu Gulager article, picked up another junket, posted three articles for AOL Careers, sent an assigned interview to my editor in France, and took care of (my usual) 75-100 emails. But I don't feel like I really accomplished anything… I'm still behind as my To-Do list continues to grow.<br />
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There was rather bright spot in my otherwise dreary day, though — a lovely tribute from someone I consider to be one of my closest confidantes and most intriguing friend, <a href="http://terrancezdunich.com/">Terrance</a>. He kicked off a tribute to "talented friends" in his blog <a href="http://www.terrancezdunich.com/blog/?p=4109">today</a>, and I am the first to be spotlighted (or is that 'spotlit'? He said I'm a good writer, so I'd better get that right! Or is that 'correct'? Hmmm…).<br />
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He was also kind enough to give me a little visual shout-out in his most-recent installment of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8LOB2MvYjY&f">The Tutor</a> video art lesson.<br />
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It's been a mutual admiration society, lately. I published by first photographic series, Friends @ the Friendship Bell, and Terrance was one of the strongest subjects — I really enjoyed shooting him (and usually, I much prefer photographing women). <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/stacilaynewilson/FriendsTheFriendshipBellMainGallery#">Here's the link to the series.</a><br />
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And here are a couple of T. pics I took that are my personal favorites (but since the Bell isn't in sight, I couldn't officially use them).<br />
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Another friend who's been on my mind lately is Fariba. She's been in and out of town a lot, and now she's going home to Iran for five weeks (she hasn't been there since she moved away as a teen), so we caught up over coffee last week at this neat café in Long Beach. <br />
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We talked a lot about art and photography. I'm feeling inspired for my next series, "On the rocks" —<br />
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(Annette's impromptu pics of me - NOT part of the series!)<br />
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— But I can feel the inspiration waning as models are flaking out, as my workload gets heavier, and as Comic-Con looms in the near future. I probably won't do it, after all. At least, not now. I want to get my fashion blog going and am anxious to open my Etsy Store. I just decided to do it last week, and now everything is in motion. It's exciting!<br />
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Speaking of photography, and Comic-Con, I was telling Fariba about this photo I took of Peter Jackson last year. It's still one of my favorite "informed accidents" — I didn't set this shot up, but instinctively, I knew I should hit the button on my iPhone when the right elements were in place. <br />
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Fariba and I agree: That's something you just can't learn… like this amazing catwalk photo Lisa Rose took of Susan Sarandon. Look at how all the elements, with several people involved, all came together. And Lisa took<a href="http://lisarosephoto.com/pages/p_portf_editorial/s_sarandon.html"> the photo</a>.<br />
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Aside from pining for creative pursuits that pay nothing, I've been following work-related creative pursuits that *do* pay. Here's a shot from the vampire movie day of Clu Gulger's acting workshop, which I am doing at least two pieces on:<br />
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More AOL advice:<br />
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And finally, my favorite deed of late: The funny and entertaining interviews from the Toy Story 3 red carpet I did for Syfy — Kevin did an amazing job of editing (as always!) and I loved getting to talk to two faves (Wallace Shawn, and Kristen Schaal) for the first time :)<br />
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Being Human Season One (2010 dvd) <br />
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<strong>Bonnie's Kids</strong> (1971) directed by Arthur Marks, not as good as his next film Roommates (or Wonder Women, which he produced), but pretty entertaining.<br />
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<strong>Dangerous Crossing</strong> (1953) mystery on a luxury liner - amazing costumes, the fantastic Jeanne Crain, and Michael Rennie (who never once said, "Jeanne! Klaatu barada nikto!").<br />
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<strong>Dark Matter</strong> (various shorts/short features)<br />
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<strong>Don't Bother to Knock</strong> (1952) early Marilyn Monroe I hadn't seen before; it was a bit dull.<br />
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<strong>Gay Deceivers</strong> (1969) checked this out to see Christopher Riordan, who I met a couple of years ago and is now a friend; he's got a *very* memorable small role! The rest of the film is cute, but pretty dated.<br />
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<strong>Horror Hospital</strong> (1973) fun low-budget horror kitsch.<br />
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<strong>Life Is Hot In Cracktown</strong> (2009) Good people, bad movie. <br />
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<strong>My Sister's Keeper</strong> (2009) dreary 'disease of the week' movie.<br />
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<strong>Night Nurse</strong> (1931) excellent, very early Barbara Stanwyck / Clark Gable film. Loved it!<br />
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<strong>Panic in the Streets</strong> (1950) pretty good pandemic suspenser, directed by Elia Kazan (I appreciate he's a great director, but I do find most of his work too slow and heavy for my taste).<br />
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<strong>Pickup on South Street</strong> (1953) most excellent Samuel Fuller written (superb dialogue!) and directed crime drama starring Richard Widmark and Thelma Ritter… so good. This was a lucky pickup flick, when my DVR got stuck and recorded movies for 7 hours.<br />
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<strong>REC2</strong> (2010) loved it, reviewed it at horror.com.<br />
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<strong>Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother</strong> (1975) not my cup o' cocaine tea.<br />
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<strong>Sisters</strong> (2006 remake) pretty good! I'm gonna review it for horror.com.<br />
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<strong>Black Angel</strong> (1946), starring Peter Lorre and based on a Cornell Woolrich novel (his writing was the fodder for MANY a 60s and 70s giallo), pretty entertaining (excessive lounge singer numbers notwithstanding), but the best character, Marvis Marlow, gets killed off right away.<br />
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<strong>The Blue Gardenia</strong> (1953) great old noir with a bit of a twist (the usual "wronged man" central character is a woman), directed by Fritz Lang.<br />
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<strong>The Cowboy & The Frenchman</strong> (1988 David Lynch short film) awful!<br />
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<strong>The Crazies</strong> (2010 remake) just as fun the second time around.<br />
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<strong>The Poker House</strong> (2008) directed by Lori Petty; starts out strong, but never goes anywhere. I liked the 1970s setting though.<br />
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<strong>The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes</strong> (1970) directed by Billy Wilder, some excellent acting and sets, locations, etc., but too long.<br />
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<strong>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</strong> (2008) very taken with it! I'd watch again. Love Woody Allen.<br />
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<strong>Whatever Works</strong> (2009) More Woody Allen… didn't love this one so much, though.<br />
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<strong>Wild Grass</strong> (2009) strange and quirky French flick with an ending that's like the series finale of The Sopranos and the final frame of No Country For Old Men… but weirder. And not in a good way.<br />
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<strong>Zach and Miri Make A Porno</strong> (2009) better than I thought it would be; lately Kevin Smith's really been letting me down, but this was good. Gotta be the Elizabeth Banks factor.<br />
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<strong><u>In the cue…</u></strong><br />
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Too many DVDs to review / mention, lots of stuff in the DVR I've already seen but want to watch again (<em>Laura, Dr. Zhivago, Amelie, Amadeus</em>, and a few other epics one really has to be in the mood for).<br />
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Antichrist (been dying to see it, missed it on the big screen)<br />
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Busby Berkely Musicals (seen a few, would like to see more… with the mute button on)<br />
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Female (an old "forbidden Hollywood" movie)<br />
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He Walked By Night (recommended to me)<br />
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Mad Love (Peter Lorre)<br />
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Madame Satan (De Mille)<br />
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Midnight Mary (another old "forbidden Hollywood" movie about a 'lady of the evening')<br />
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Penthouse (Myrna Loy)<br />
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Redheaded Woman (Jean Harlow)<br />
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The Letter (the original, a 1929 talkie)<br />
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The Seven-Percent Solution (Sherlock Holmes)<br />
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Wendy and Lucy (looks really good)Staci Layne Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16672626832758499809noreply@blogger.com