Let's seeee...
Major updates are that I saw Danny Boyle on Monday and The Decemberists on Wednesday.
I won tickets to a pre-screening of Sunshine with a Q&A afterwards with director (and amwesome-person-being extraordinaire) Danny Boyle on Monday.
The film was awesome. A lot like The Fountain, but also completely different. In many opposite ways, actually. Good stuff.
Danny Boyle was really cool, too. Very energetic for just getting off of an airplane. Lots of hand gestures. He even made his answers to the stupid questions interesting. I raised my hand to bring up the extreme comparisons and clashing moments between the bright sun and the dark space/ship, the silent space and the shit happening on the ship, and then the moments of humor clashing with death, etc, etc, etc. I think I was going to mention how it was brave of him to do so because you can really fuck that stuff up easily... And was going to couple that with him making such a high concept movie on such a low budget... But, you know... The idea of saying all that scared me because Danny Boyle is awesome and I was scared I'd stutter. So, I raised my hand when they siad they had time for one question more only, because I knew I wouldn't get called on, but could at least lie to myself that I tried...
Anyway...
The Decemberists w/ Grant Park Orchestra show yesterday. That was cool.
Liz and her friends Janet, Shin-Wey, and Travis came over on the train at 10:40 and we came back to my dorm for an hour so Liz could rest, since she was all sickly and stuffs.
We got to the park thingy at, like, 12 something. The show was supposed to start at 6:30.
They made us leave the seat area at around 1 o'clock and we went to one of the two areas where we were told lines would be forming. We talked to a lot of people who ended up being pretty cool. We started to bond with them with an awesome game of Apples to Apples in which I was winning (against 9 people/groups) by two and a half. I say two and a half because the game was broken up when I totally would have gotten another card (Saddam Hussein for misunderstood).
It was broken up when the other line was being brought over. We ran to make sure we woud get in line at the front, where we deserved to, since we had waited just as long as the other people. Our group bonded more as crazy rabid Decemberists fans seeking our line-placing rights. We won out and got our rightful place (and super cool yellow wristbands!) because of our talking to and most likely scaring a security guy named Dave. If he wasn't going to let us in, I had planned on starting off asking him, "Why are you doing this, Dave?" in a monotone voice, and letting the 2001 reference go over his head before I would start getting really angry.
Anyway, then we stood in another line for two hours before we got to our seats.
We had to sit kinda back, behind the people with tickets, etc. At the last minute, very nearly literally, a row of old people sat directly in front of us. That was okay.
When the show started, Liz and I were upset that nobody was standing. I planned to do so in a bit. Then it started to rain and the old bitches in front of us pulled out a goddamn umbrella. That's when we stood. Eventually some people joined us. I mostly owe that to two blonde girls behind us. Then security came and told us to sit down. I said... Well, YELLED I would when they put their umbrellas away. Then Liz told me to sit because I'd get kicked out. I proceeded to talk about their vaginas and how dusty they were for a little while until the heavens parted...
No, the rain didn't stop then. Colin Meloy had seen what was going on, and he said that we could stand if we wanted to.
Liz and I, regardless of what everyone else was doing, stood throughout the rest of the concert. Except during I Was Meant for the Stage, in which we sat down and waved lighters in the air. I burned my hand trying to keep it up as long as I could (hehe?). Good times.
Oh, yeah, and when lightning struck the first time, all the old people in front of us quickly left. It was funny.
Then for the encore, Colin told us all to come up to the stage. We listened.
Everyone rushed to the stage for Sixteen Military Wives (preceeded by a cover of The Smiths' "Ask Me") and an awesome finale in which they performed Mariner's Revenge Song and lightning struck. When I screamed like I was being swallowed by a whale, I based my performance on Sir Nicolas Cage's award-winning performance in The Wicker Man. (No! Not my legs! My leeeeeeggggsss!!! ARRRRGHHH!!!)
Then it rained really fucking hard, and we walked back to my dorm and then Liz and company left for the train.
Good times that were more fun for me to have than for you to read. So, suck on that.
Major updates are that I saw Danny Boyle on Monday and The Decemberists on Wednesday.
I won tickets to a pre-screening of Sunshine with a Q&A afterwards with director (and amwesome-person-being extraordinaire) Danny Boyle on Monday.
The film was awesome. A lot like The Fountain, but also completely different. In many opposite ways, actually. Good stuff.
Danny Boyle was really cool, too. Very energetic for just getting off of an airplane. Lots of hand gestures. He even made his answers to the stupid questions interesting. I raised my hand to bring up the extreme comparisons and clashing moments between the bright sun and the dark space/ship, the silent space and the shit happening on the ship, and then the moments of humor clashing with death, etc, etc, etc. I think I was going to mention how it was brave of him to do so because you can really fuck that stuff up easily... And was going to couple that with him making such a high concept movie on such a low budget... But, you know... The idea of saying all that scared me because Danny Boyle is awesome and I was scared I'd stutter. So, I raised my hand when they siad they had time for one question more only, because I knew I wouldn't get called on, but could at least lie to myself that I tried...
Anyway...
The Decemberists w/ Grant Park Orchestra show yesterday. That was cool.
Liz and her friends Janet, Shin-Wey, and Travis came over on the train at 10:40 and we came back to my dorm for an hour so Liz could rest, since she was all sickly and stuffs.
We got to the park thingy at, like, 12 something. The show was supposed to start at 6:30.
They made us leave the seat area at around 1 o'clock and we went to one of the two areas where we were told lines would be forming. We talked to a lot of people who ended up being pretty cool. We started to bond with them with an awesome game of Apples to Apples in which I was winning (against 9 people/groups) by two and a half. I say two and a half because the game was broken up when I totally would have gotten another card (Saddam Hussein for misunderstood).
It was broken up when the other line was being brought over. We ran to make sure we woud get in line at the front, where we deserved to, since we had waited just as long as the other people. Our group bonded more as crazy rabid Decemberists fans seeking our line-placing rights. We won out and got our rightful place (and super cool yellow wristbands!) because of our talking to and most likely scaring a security guy named Dave. If he wasn't going to let us in, I had planned on starting off asking him, "Why are you doing this, Dave?" in a monotone voice, and letting the 2001 reference go over his head before I would start getting really angry.
Anyway, then we stood in another line for two hours before we got to our seats.
We had to sit kinda back, behind the people with tickets, etc. At the last minute, very nearly literally, a row of old people sat directly in front of us. That was okay.
When the show started, Liz and I were upset that nobody was standing. I planned to do so in a bit. Then it started to rain and the old bitches in front of us pulled out a goddamn umbrella. That's when we stood. Eventually some people joined us. I mostly owe that to two blonde girls behind us. Then security came and told us to sit down. I said... Well, YELLED I would when they put their umbrellas away. Then Liz told me to sit because I'd get kicked out. I proceeded to talk about their vaginas and how dusty they were for a little while until the heavens parted...
No, the rain didn't stop then. Colin Meloy had seen what was going on, and he said that we could stand if we wanted to.
Liz and I, regardless of what everyone else was doing, stood throughout the rest of the concert. Except during I Was Meant for the Stage, in which we sat down and waved lighters in the air. I burned my hand trying to keep it up as long as I could (hehe?). Good times.
Oh, yeah, and when lightning struck the first time, all the old people in front of us quickly left. It was funny.
Then for the encore, Colin told us all to come up to the stage. We listened.
Everyone rushed to the stage for Sixteen Military Wives (preceeded by a cover of The Smiths' "Ask Me") and an awesome finale in which they performed Mariner's Revenge Song and lightning struck. When I screamed like I was being swallowed by a whale, I based my performance on Sir Nicolas Cage's award-winning performance in The Wicker Man. (No! Not my legs! My leeeeeeggggsss!!! ARRRRGHHH!!!)
Then it rained really fucking hard, and we walked back to my dorm and then Liz and company left for the train.
Good times that were more fun for me to have than for you to read. So, suck on that.
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I screamed like I was being swallowed by a whale
By an odd coincidence I screamed in the same manner when I learned that the Wicker Man was being remade.
I gather from this that it stars not the restrained and quirky Nicolas Cage but the eye-rolling scenery-chewing one?
I get the impression from the clips that it does not quite go for the haunting mysterious subtlety of the original.