Sunday, November 11, 2007

Gangster Wrap

Isaac Asimov stated: "Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once."

I know the feeling.

For the past two weekends I've made plans to see American Gangster, starring two of my favorite actors and directed by one of my favorite directors, only to find myself being responsible and concentrating on things that I wanted to accomplish to the point that I was unable to 'look up' and get to the movie. Granted, none of these things were pressing and a few of them were actually enjoyable, however, I still see not making it to the movie as a type of sacrifice regardless of what I accomplished or how much I enjoyed it. I'm a bit odd like that.

My other oddity is the fact that if I don't see a film within a preset amount of time, randomly applied to each movie by some small generator in my brain nestled deep in the temporal lobe - hidden in a synapse sparse crevice and utilizing no known logical algorithm, I tend to pass on that particular movie, opting to wait for the release on disc, and, instead, go see something else. A major contributor to that line of thinking is the fact that every couple of weeks brings something new that I want to see - sometimes more than one - and as we approach the holidays, that's going to occur almost weekly.

So, I'm afraid I may not see American Gangster for some time since next weekend will find me preparing for Thanksgiving and the following weekend will bring the release of Frank Darabont's adaptation of Stephen King's "The Mist," which is probably one of the top three things I've ever read by Stephen King (I've read it at least 6 times) and based on Darabont's previous adaptations of The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile, my expectations are high.

Additionally, now that the weather is staring to cool and the holidays are approaching, I'm going to have more time to devote to my senseless and seemingly endless ramblings - I'm just not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Well, at least if I spend a little more time here, maybe I'll stop receiving requests for 'submissions for our resident's pleasure' from some place called Guantanamo Bay.

We'll see.