This is all I will say about Harvey Weinstein, because I know you're sick of reading about him by now: I can't say I'm surprised, for one thing. Given his past inability to keep his hands off films (they called him "Harvey Scissorhands" for a reason), it follows that a man who wields power so cavalierly might also have a problem with keeping his hands off women too.
Harvey will do his time in Hollywood jail (and maybe real jail too) and he'll return; the only question is how long. I mean, if Mel Gibson can come back, and direct a film nominated for Best Picture, anything is possible, no? Bottom line, though: the industry needs to retire the casting couch for good.
Moving on: the novel is close to done, although I've been doing a lot more reading about the book business, and getting a debut novel published is a hell of a lot harder than people think. I was uncertain I wanted to sustain a career as a writer, but the signs point to building up a body of work before your novel can even get considered for publication: short stories, freelance articles - oh, and I should probably write a second manuscript while I'm at it.
Do I wanna do all this? I can't deny I like writing; this blog is proof of that - and I have no shortage of ideas. I've come this far; I don't feel ready to set fiction writing aside yet. I think next year I may look into doing shorter stories, in addition to revising the novel; I'm told short stories are in now. I guess I'm willing to keep going; I'm just trepidatious as to where this all will lead...
I still haven't decided whether to see Justice League or not. I probably won't, but something could still change my mind.
FlixChatter Ruth's short film played at the Twin Cities Film Festival!
Aurora and pals got to visit Joel McCrea's ranch.
Raquel eulogizes Hugh Hefner as a film fan.
Danny reviews a rare Edward G. Robinson film that sounds really interesting.
Jacqueline writes about the Claude Rains version of Phantom of the Opera and the tragic tale of its leading lady.
Debbie is reminded of her parents' wedding while watching Father of the Bride.
Tippi Hedren on Harvey Weinstein (and Hitchcock).
Marsha Hunt, whom I've talked about here before, hit the century mark last month.
Why didn't anyone ever tell me Tom Petty was in The Postman? Also, there was a movie called I Hate Tom Petty.
What if Lord of the Rings had been made in the late 30s by Warner Bros?
And then there was the time theater owners helped curtail rowdy trick-or-treaters on Halloween.