My friend just got out of a screening of Paul Thomas Anderson’s There Will Be Blood and he said, “So…Oh Man. Terrifying. Just amazing.”  Bear in mind, I told him to keep it to a couple of words. I’ve been trying real hard to avoid reading reviews, but it’s becoming difficult. But if my friend with whom I’m write with from time to time says it’s amazing; I’m gonna trust his words.    

Now, the movie list remains just:

-There Will Be Blood 

-No Country for Old Men

-Atonement

-Juno

-Margot at the Wedding

-I’m Not There

-The Savages

-The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

-El Orfanto

-Cassandra’s Dream

Tina Fey being on strike, pretty bad. Seth Myers being on strike, not so bad. I understand that all writers are striking and other union are showing their support, but can we as the viewing public, the paying public choose who gets to be on strike and who doesn’t get to be strike on? Like for example, the writers of Daddy Day Camp walk the picket lines for all of the writers while the writing staff for Conan goes about business as usual.  There should be a balance of people picketing; mostly unimportant people and the important ones doing a half assed job at work. Basically, act like everybody else at their job that they hate. I know that the writers deserve the money and by striking, they are depriving us of their wonderful product and we the audience will be left with shows like “Bovine Man Hunks in a Haunted House” (Did you catch the back door pilot on “I Love New York” last night?). Yet over time, if this thing goes on even longer, the public are going to think that the writers are dicks, the producers are even bigger dicks and the writers cave in and settle for some shitty deal.  That’s why I’m suggesting that the WGA lets the funny people and no, we’re not talking about Jay Leno, go on TV, say some funny stuff on behalf of the writers, explain their stance, say that they want to go back to work and make the world laugh again, but you know they want to make sure they earn a couple more bucks for that episode they wrote that could be watch for free on the internet or Hula or what ever people are watching their jams on the computer with. So, once again, I ask on this wildly under read blog with awful spelling, for the producers to get together with the writers and why not go a little nuts and invite some people from SGA and the DGA order some pizzas and hammer out this bullshit.  Let’s save us from the heart ache and heart burn that would most certainly come from the newest season of the Kim Kardashian reality show starring her long lost cousin Beetlejuice who just laughs the whole time. Or save us from the aforementioned hunky guys and girls  in a haunted house TV show. I mean, there’s a bunch of them before, but this one would be different cause they wouldn’t use those stupid camera mounts that attach to the person; just wide shots of people running away and if they got a close up, then bully for them.  

Then again, if the television public is going to be subjected to an endless array of reality shows until the things are settled between writers and producers, is it possible for all of these lamey reality shows to feature a cameo at one point or another by Beetlejuice? Like he’s the new next door neighbor on “The Hills” or maybe Spencer’s business partner; or maybe he’s a guest judge on “Project Runway”. Just something to rattle a couple of cages.   

Guess what? It’s time for The Percolator!  I’m surprised that Steve Aoki and that whole Cinespace group have yet to venture into TV and make some hipster version of “The New Dance Show”.  You know something like this, but with better lighting and Sarah Morrison.  

Cheers to Erica Gavin and Brian Krakow and Jeers to New York for getting rid of Midget Mac (BTW, Spoiler Warning!)