David Carradine Rules (The Wannabe's Writing Does Not)

I've been reading David Carradine's "The Kill Bill Diary" lately, and realizing just how cool that guy actually is. I never really caught Kung Fu; the opinion in my house being that if it wasn’t Star Trek or Mash, it wasn’t worth watching. Seriously though, that guy is one cool dude. Laid back, very honest and intelligent, and completely chill. Plus he makes fun of Harry Knowles, even while appreciating him. An attitude I can understand.

On another note, how bad is my writing? I’ve never been a particularly great writer, but I would say my skill has fallen as of late. That realization, combined with enjoying Carradine’s Diary, has inspired me to renew my journaling. I’ve decided to do it here, based on nothing more than a whim, and the idea that I can share the travails of my film company with whoever should stumble across this diary.

So, watch for forthcoming updates on the status of Sheridan Street Productions, and enjoy.

- The Wannabe

Blockbuster Sucks, Reason #2,487

So I'm in Blockbuster, I've got some movies to trade, and I'm looking for a couple titles in particular. I check the shelves. No dice. Then I approach the friendly/absurdly young clerk to see if maybe I'm looking in the wrong area:

"Do you have Delicatessen?" I ask.
He looks. "No."
"City of Lost Children?"
"No," furrows his eyebrows. "These are some pretty old titles."
"As in 1990's?"
"Yeah. 1991."
"Have you ever heard of Casablanca?"
Silence. I haven't decided yet if was deliberately ignoring me, or just confused.
"How about Body Double?"
"Uhhh...nope."
"Dead Man?"
A moment. "No. These are some obscure titles."
I stare incredulously. "Johnny Depp?"
He shrugs.

I don't know why I bother. I wish I lived closer to Portland and Videorama in The Pearl. I knew I was home when one of the first Director categories I saw was labeled "Jean Renoir."