First things first, my brake lights are messed up due to a faulty turn signal switch. Got price quotes all over town, and everybody agrees: the repair will cost too much (unless I go to Russ Darrow where it will cost nearly twice too much). My morning tomorrow is going to consist largely of dropping off my car, then picking it back up once the labor is done (probably still in the morning, they say).
Anyway, Tom and I hung out in Janesville tonight. The Importance of Being Cthulhu (the one of our screenplays most near any level of completion) is entering its second rewrite, and we are faced with the grim, cold fact that the title has nothing to do with the story. That's not the only grim, cold fact. Some of the dialogue could be tighter toward the beginning, one of the major characters has the first line in the script but doesn't get referred to by name until more than two thirds of the way through, and the last third is rushed. It should probably be expanded so that it's the last half. Also, too many scenes end with somebody calling Cynthia a bitch after she leaves the room. Otherwise smashing. Maybe could use some more demons. Maybe not.
Tom used a free rental coupon at Family Video to get I ♥ Huckabees which we both enjoyed immensely. The critics had mixed reactions, but I recommend it to anybody whose preteen memories are a blur of overbearingly touchy-feely school psychologists who wanted nothing more than to induct you into the insipid (yet illogically beloved) pastime of smart people the world over, chess. Oh, was that just me? Never mind then. I was never good at chess, and I ♥ Huckabees is not about chess anyway.
I did have a couple of links I wanted to share though. First of all, here's John Cleese for the Institute of Backup Trauma. Yes, it's a commercial, but check it out -- you'll like it.
Second, this has nothing to do with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but it'll strike a chord with Douglas Adams fans: Charles Schultz was, apparently, on the right track.
Oh, and this was in the fortune cookie I got with my hot and sour soup today:
the shoes make the man.
Lucky Numbers 3, 11, 13, 27, 31, 33