So, continuing from where I left off last issue...
immacolate and I saw the remake of The Omen on 6/7/06. It didn't totally suck. Unfortunately, it is one of those movies that to remake it, it pretty much has to hit all the key parts of the original. Thus, it made me really wish I was watching the original. And, well, the main guy in this one wasn't Gregory Peck, and Julia Stiles is no Lee Remick, and actually David Thewlis is pretty damn close to being David Warner, interestingly enough. Mia Farrow, who pretty much still looks like Rosemary from nearly 40 years ago but with a few wrinkles added, plays a bit too over-the-top villain. I had a more positive opinion of it when I first left the theatre, but it didn't sit really well with me.
I also saw the Nick Cave-written Aussie western The Proposition. Now that one kicks a lot of major ass, has great direction, an awesome cast headed by Guy Pearce, Ray Winstone, Emily Watson, and John Hurt, and really sharp writing. Sure, it felt like Peckinpah or Leone in Australia, but that was kind of what I was wanting. The score, of course, is by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis and has the same dusty, dry, gritty quality as the rest of the movie. I would definitely recommend seeing this one, even if you don't think you like westerns.
I saw Constantines at Plush with immacolate. For the third time that I've seen them, they played a really good, solid rocking show. They are one of my favorite current bands, so it is good to see that they are still good.
The weekend before this past one, immacolate and I drove up to Prescott for Tsunami on the Square, a big arts festival in the middle of downtown. I got to show her some of the places I used to hang out, a few of which were still in business, but many of which had become other businesses. We had gone up primarily to do fire safety for Flam Chen, who were headlining the festival. Things went mostly well on the fire safety front, except for Paul and Nadia each catching their frilly pants on fire within about 20 seconds of each other, so immacolate and I each had to put one of them out. That was the first time I've actually had to put someone out. It made my adrenaline go up and I became hyper-alert to what was going on from that point forward, especially making sure that none of the three stiltwalkers went up in flames. That night after cleaning stuff up, immacolate and I crashed on the Flam Chen bus with several members of Flam Chen and company. The next morning, immacolate and I went to JB's for breakfast after waiting about 45 minutes for Flam Chen to arrive where we were going to meet them for breakfast and then giving up. After breakfast, we drove back to Tucson, stopping at Casa Grande or Florence or somewhere to go to the bathroom at the Chevron. I bought immacolate and me DQ dip cones, which were really tasty but wound up being really messy and melty, being the middle of Arizona heat in June. We got back to my parents' house about 3pm, showered and slept for a good while, possibly ate something (and possibly didn't) and watched Shakespeare's Titus with a fantastic cast including Anthony Hopkins, Alan Cumming, and Jessica Lange. We each dozed a bit during the movie, but I think immacolate saw enough that she was very impressed by it. I own it, so I was obviously impressed by it on an earlier viewing.
Last week during the week was kind of stressful and shitty. I found out from my brother Wednesday night that an old friend of mine died of liver cancer on Tuesday. Then Thursday during the day at work, I had been helping to keep a dog alive, providing it with oxygen, when it crashed and was just barely revived and we got the owner on the phone who asked us not to let the dog suffer anymore, so Dr. Campbell put the dog to sleep while I sat there comforting the dog and making sure it died as peacefully as possible. Immediately afterward, I took my lunch break because I just felt really claustrophobic in the clinic at that moment. I came back about a half hour later and was fine. Also, during the week, the receptionist, after saying some not-so-kind words to our boss, walked out in the middle of a busy day. We've all picked up the slack, but it was still a shitty thing to do. I am loving my job, as busy and stressful as it can be, I like most of the patients, and do surprisingly well with the clients.
Friday night, immacolate and I went to The Loft and watched their 12-hour All Nite Scream-O-Rama, featuring screenings of horror classics, Basket Case, Suspiria, House of 1000 Corpses, The Beyond, and The Evil Dead, plus some local short horror pieces and other things. It was lots of fun and a great way to get out of the real world for a while. We were exhausted at the end, 7am, and went to my parents' house and slept until about 3pm. We finally got out of bed to have Mexican food at Taco Bron at about 5:30, came back and painted our plaster masks from a couple months ago while listening to the comedy of David Cross. It was a good time all together.
Today, thankfully, was pretty uneventful.
Tomorrow, my mom and dad come back from Vancouver and I get to go back to my little hovel. I am also going to Alter Der Ruine's CD release party at Asylum with immacolate.
I think that is about it.
Good luck to pescana on her deposition tomorrow.