I can’t really write about yesterday morning. Needless to say I will. In time. Maybe tomorrow.
Had lunch at the Mercer Kitchen with a friend. There were many, many tired looking servers/shop assistants etc., in New York the day after Pride. Grimly going about their working day at the mercy of rotten hangovers.
Only one of the twins arrived from LA. Miles had to stay home and guard the fort.
Robby has never really been to NYC before; you should have seen his face! He was delighted. He had such a big Robby smile. We wandered the East Village and as much as he complained that smokes were triple the price you could tell that no amount of money spent on ciggies was going to ruin his NYC state of mind.
We took the subway to 42nd Street. Excited to see Transformers 3. 3D.
Tom’s film will have grossed more than 3 billion dollars by the time all is said and done.
I am not going to review the movie. He’s my friend. Watching a friend’s movie is not like going to the cinema and just sitting down and watching a film.
I am already invested.
OK, I’ll just tell you a couple of things. Frankly the film was a bit confusing: the transformer goodies and the baddies melding into one heap of scrap metal with no clear battle, no defining heroic moment.
Even the casting was confusing; I thought John Malkovich was Gary Busey. What has he done to his mouth? His teeth?
There were too many quips and not enough story.
The special effects were remarkable and keep the tension levels high. Somehow watching any well-shot fight captures the imagination even though in this case one might not know what they are fighting about.
The lead girl, a Victoria Secrets model, was appalling, all lips and hair and pout. The camera fetishizing her lithe body. The director forcing his camera into her face, her mouth.
Shia looked worse for wear and has certainly lost that youthful vulnerability that carried him and us through the first of this blockbuster franchise.
The parents who amused us and grounded us in the first film have become irritating non-secateurs. Great actors and not so great actors deliver cheesy lines that segue into another well-crafted fight. The disparity causing some general merriment in the room
Regardless of what Transformers has become Tom’s initial idea had integrity and poise. It is important to remember that.
For the second time in as many days I wished I could have gotten fucked up.
This is getting crazy.
Everybody falls in love with Robby. Robby, quite rightly, drowning in positive affirmation. I am proud of the way he handles himself in these situations.
I have now re-written the end of the novel and await notes.
Determined that my party will neither depress or stress me.