Friends came by work to surprise me a day early for my birthday; the joke was on them, I had the day off. They called me at home and I drove to the library to meet them for dinner at the Houlihan’s right across the street. I proved a cheap date, because I had a Houlihan’s e-coupon for a free entree.
Then we went to see Red. It was cute, well done, but not great. I think I’m generally past that over the top thing. The best element of the flick was easily the cast. Bruce Willis was Bruce Willis, but the supporting cast was made up of actors so good it was basically a gag: Morgan Freeman, Helen Mirren, John Malkovich and (yay!) Brian Cox. Even more heartwarming was the appearance of Ernest Borgnine, still game at the age of 93 (!). Everyone should put him in their movies while they still have time.
Other than that I didn’t watch much. I actually (gasp) got some writing done; I should have my Corman piece done by the end of the month deadline. Then we have a secret Santa roundtable in December, and I promised Roger I’d do something with that copy of Secret Ceremony he kindly burned for me. So that’s three whole pieces in the next month and a half. Crazy, huh?
Reading wise I read part of the new, and gigantic (35 tales!) Amos Walker detective short story collection by Loren D. Estleman. Old school PI stuff at it’s finest.
One thing I noticed flicking through TCM this weekend; Eve Arden is the female Vincent Price. Seriously, next time you see here listen to her accent and cadence, and watch her facial expressions. It’s kind of weird.
What about you guys?