10,728... and counting.
Every once and a while, I crack my records to figure out how many pieces of paid coverage/notes I've written.
It's higher than the Dow, now.
Work is pretty steady. I'm actually working for a bunch of companies that give me a couple of things a week, so it generally adds up.
If I ever get to 20,000, though, I'm going to go on a killing spree.
Though I haven't gone to an actual movie theater in way too long, I caught up with the Al Pacino film "88 Minutes" last night.
It occurred to me that if Pacino had died 20-30 years ago, we'd be talking about all the great movies he never got to make, all of the great performances he never got to give.
Unfortunately, Al keeps throwing his career under the bus, making bad movie after bad movie in which he seems to keep playing characters with the same basic arc: they get louder as the movie goes on.
I like him as an actor (in theory), and he's always interesting to watch, but he really needs to start making good movies again.
88 Minutes is the classic example of a movie in which the "why" of the character being run through a lot of hoops is really the central mystery. But at the end, when the "revelations" come, the why really doesn't make any real sense at all.
C'mon Al. Really.
At the box office this past weekend, the Chihuahuas won again, doing $17.5 million.
Quarantine did $14.2, while Body of Lies did only $12.8. Not great considering the budget was somewhere around $100 million (depending on who you ask).
The Express did poorly, at only $4.6 million despite being in a lot of theaters. The Duchess only found $3.3 million, while City of Ember limped in with only $3.1 million.
Rachel Getting Married, RockNRolla and Happy-Go-Lucky are all doing well in limited release.