Hopefully the dung scene makes it into the sequel

Have I ever anticipated any feature film more than Michael French’s Empires of the Deep starring Olga Kurylenko?  At roughly 5 years in production I am expecting nothing short of a modern masterpiece.  Time has always been directly correlated to quality for me.  Word on the streets is that Kurylenko auditioned for the role of Wonder Woman in Zack Snyder’s upcoming Batman v Superman Dawn of Fishsticks and I shall always weep she did not win the role.

Kathryn Bigelow is a supremely talented director.  I admire her filmography even if I do not love all the flicks.  Anyone who can craft Near Dark, Point Break, Strange Days (swoon), The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty is surely more than formidable.   

Just heard moments ago that Prince is coming out with a new album soon!  The Purple One always makes me so happy. 

I recently ate a turkey sandwich.  I’m a six billion dollar embarrassment. 

Jurassic World is now the third highest grossing movie of all time.  This is something I never anticipated even in my most deeply erotic fantasies.  It should come as no surprise then that Universal Pictures just announced a sequel scheduled for the fantastic date of June 22, 2018 with Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard both returning.  If memory serves this is within a week or two of Legendary Pictures’s sequel to last year’s awful Godzilla flick.  Maybe they will both encourage one another to up their game and create two stunning visionary films of unparalleled brilliance!  Then again maybe I’ll have bacon and eggs for breakfast.  This world is nothing if not full of possibilities. 

In the very same instant word also leaked out that there is some consideration for an upcoming X-Men and Fantastic Four crossover film!  Personally I was not a very big fan of X-Men Days of Future Past (although I did buy two version of it on blu ray, the original and the recently released Rogue extended cut, what does that say about me?  Probably that I lack basic rudimentary intelligence).  I have to admit the new Fantastic Four movie simply does not look good but the behind the scenes drama has been so fascinating I hope to one day write a screenplay based upon it and eventually to have it filmed by one of my fave directors like Timothy Burton or Dave Lynch.  I would want Salma Hayek to play every role and I would write in a new character especially for her that would a dominant executive type who would wear glasses, white collared shirts, black skirts, seamed hosiery and black leather high heels.

Tis a shame about the Fantastic Four however.  I truly feel they are great characters and I love any of the Jack “King” Kirby stuff.  The problem is that so far we don’t have a director bold enough to go for the zany, kitch, psychedelic sci-fi vibe of the glorious original issues.  This could be a bold, visionary property but instead this new iteration looks incredibly rote and actually less interesting than the uninspired flicks from 2005 and 2007 (and the original Roger Corman flick).  If a crossover movie ever takes place I hope they give the part of the Invisible Woman back to Jessica Alba though I must admit this has nothing to do with acting talent and everything to do with my finding her physically attractive.  Simply put, I like looking at her and the bigger the screen the better. 

A chief problem with Brian Singer’s 2006 film Superman Returns is the premise that Superman would abandon Earth.  Even for the cockamamie reason that scientists somehow discovered living remnants of Krypton or something the Superman I know and love would never do that.  This is far from the only problem of that fascinating flick but it is a big one and immediately sets the movie off on the wrong foot.  And here’s that context thing I was talking about last time when I brought up Spectre in relation to Skyfall!  Ever since the release of Man of Steel I have been much more comfortable with Superman Returns and it has been easier to appreciate on its own merits.   

What can we compare to agape love?  What is even proper?  This warrants further investigation.  My world is constantly trembling.  I am always running to catch up.  Let’s put this over the edge.  

There are too many Muppets in Return of the Jedi, I never liked that installment.  I love Muppets but I don’t want them in Star Wars for some reason.  I’m not looking forward to Episode VII but I’m not not looking forward to it.  I’ll probably read that first novel coming out in September which serves as gap bridging for original trilogy and this new one but I’m not sure why.  I’ve never been a hard core Wars fan, not like my beloved friend Calvin Black whose encyclopedic knowledge of James Bond films is eclipsed only by his libraryic knowledge of Star Wars lore.  He recently confessed to me that the most recent trailer restored his heretofore lost faith in humanity. 

Our time in the zero sum sun may be coming to an end but I have no regrets.  Rather, I find myself filled with joy that we were able to have this time together.  I have seen true art again and I have no doubt it will continue to inspire.  For always.  And I now have a new artist whom I can follow until the very end.  So many sumptuous moments which will always stay with me and find their way into so much I do.  There is only the slightest bittersweet tinge to this last course but I find myself developing a taste for this.  I am mad for Mads. 

I poured myself several drinks last night and lay down to watch On Her Majesty’s Secret Service.  I’d spent the previous few hours drinking and I only made it through the introductory scene and subsequent credits before passing out on my bourgeois sofa.  I recall my final thoughts being something along the lines of realizing I know myself – or anyone else – even less than I thought.  Will my ending be emotionally satisfying? 

I want to wear a g-string and fight evil.