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2014-09-14                             Dea® Dia®y  

 

               

                ‘A Mighty’ the title of the movie says it better, ‘Wind’, and so the wind blows out on up on out on up on out up here of a Sunday evening.  Christopher Guest et al.’s  films are always a pleasure to videe, ‘satire’ doesn’t as much cover the style as ‘mockumentary’ - in the vein of their great take on heavy metal music and musicians, Spinal Tap, and of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and Dea® Dia®y - and so A Mighty Wind will serve as soundtrack, and horroreview target film, for tonight’s edition of the same, and for as long as either / lasts.

               

                In the meantime, let’s Behold / the (F) / (B) / (S) loggist.  He riseth up earlyeth in the morning, if your idea of earlyeth / is 10:30 in / the morning, or rather 9:30, which allowed an hour of browsing with Big Mac before his Chinese cellphone began buzzing and buzzing and buzzing, ‘in the internet and wireless age’ the comic said it better on the radio yesterday, ‘punishment is going to bed / with your partner’, and not / the opposite – with the skinte®net anywhere and everywhere, ‘everywhere’ Burt Reynold’s character in John Boorman’s take on James Dickey’s Deliverance  says it better of where to bury the body of the rogering hillbilly in that movie, ‘nowhere’, and the doghouse is now / the house - and so Cin read the front-page articles of the his beloved NYTimes online and then got rid of a bad case of mo®ning wood, all before his Chinese cellphone began to buzz and buzz and buzz, a bad case of mo®ning wood is all / we gots.

 

                Course of a Sunday mourning – ‘and there’s nothing short of dying’ Kris Kristofferson wrote and Johnny Cash sang it better, ‘quite as lonesome as the sound / of a silent city sidewalk / and Sunday morning coming down’ - Cin’s ‘assupposed to be either in the basement or the first floor of one church or another, saving / his soul and / or his liver, but in truth he’s had / enough of both for now, and is trying to extend his summer vacation from either as long as / possible.  God knows haha he may need more of both soon / enough, but as long as it’s sunny and above zero up on out on up on out up here, he prefers the out / of doors. 

 

             Having declared and shared all that, Cin still feels obligated to leave the house up on out on up on out up here at 10:30 of a Sunday Mourning Coming Down, pretending as it were as though he might turn left at the intersection of rue des Sapinieres, cinstead of right, and so to church / cinstead of town to get / the Sunday edition of the New / York / Times.  Pretending is for actors though - like this here cast of A Mighty Wind, director Christopher Guest’s sort of house troop for all of their movies – and in reality this morning Cin turned / right. 

 

             As with all Things, the Flogger is somewhat cinflicted about these various turns – “I came to a fork in the road,’ Robert Frost wrote it better, ‘and I took the road / less travelled / and that has made all / the difference’ – in his life, and he misses the comings and goings of the local church and / or groupies of a Sunday Mou®ning (hooker please –id.) ©oming Down.  There was the Church rectory gathering in the Spring of the lawn ornament cast of Sesame Street – the Count, Big Bird and of course Bert / and Ernie – congregating in front of the church manse, for no particular religious reason that Cin could discern, congregating in front of the church manse for no particular religious reason that Cin could discern is all / we gots. 

 

             There was the cemetery director in his Terminator glasses, during the recent outdoor ceremony to honour burials of the winter gone by, aksing ‘are you’ - of the mourner who had just corrected him about her dearly beloved having not been mentioned during the ongoing ceremony, as he had died and been buried as well this past year - ‘sure?’ before none-too hastily apologizing to her and the rest of us gathered, ‘we all’ he said it better as the flabbergasted mourner and her family of big farmers left the cemetery, and then returned, ‘make / mistakes.’

 

             There was his Da two week-ends ago singing ‘O what a beautiful morning / O what a beautiful day’ during the car ride home after the aforementioned outdoor burial ceremony, an incident to which Cin alluded, to his usual expressionless (to him –id.) audience – ‘dumb blank faces stare back at me’ Rod Stewart sings it better in I Was Only Joking , ‘but nothing / ever changed’ – during another family meeting held to decide ‘what should be done’ – What Would Jack Say about son Danny in Kubrick’s take on your The Shining, innit Mr. King – ‘with him’. 

 

             His Da in fact has delivered some good lines of a Sunday Morning Coming Down up on out on up on out up here as of late, coming and going to 11:00 o’clock mass at the church.  When Cin showed up out on up on out on up in here of a Sunday Morning Coming Down after his cinfamous April Fools’ Day / week-end / week in the st®ipey hole some years and decades and eons (hooker please it was last / year –id.) ago - for the cin (sin –id.), of getting ‘cinappropriately’ (‘inappropriately’ –id.), the sherriff in True Grit said it better of John Wayne’s Rooster Coburn’s bender, ‘d®unk’ – and announced that ‘the booze has gotten the better / of me’ - cinstead of saying something flo®id, quite different and similar at the same time - his Da did not blink much of an eye, but when Cin was aksed the equivalent of ‘other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was / the performance?’ about the jail he was in, and answered, cinstead of ‘sobering’ or ‘rock-bottom’ or ‘eye-opening’ or whatnot, replied and truthfully, ‘medieval’, he saw, as children of any age know when they videe their parents’ reactions to their children’s shenanigans, that their Da / grinned.

 

             Good times, also Iron Mike-style, after Cin went on and on and on - whingeing not altogether untruthfully about the brutal cinditions and house arrest under which he lived for what seemed like, and cindeed was, a near-cinterminable amount of time while his lawyer and the judge and your (wo)man ‘the c®own’ figured out which Monday morning suited them all to discuss his case or whatnot – his Da answered reciprocally, ‘me / too’, and so he was, his Da under house arrest as well, unable to drive and at the mercy of the results of bi-annual family meetings to which he was not / invited.  Your man his Da ‘likes to think’, one of the partners who owned the Kentucky Derby winner colt this year said it better of his other partner, ‘more than he likes / to talk’ and ‘why can’t you talk’ Cin yelled it better into his bluetooth ©  hands-free earpiece earlier this Fall, ‘like / that ?’, comparing his Da’s writing in his Magnus Opus – the mother of all me-moirs, the immortal Death and Dying - unfavorably to his / talking, or lack / thereof.

 

             Cin probably elicits the same reaction after people videe this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and Dea® Dia®y, and then compare it to his verbal diarrhea, ‘people wouldn’t be writers’ Krusty the Clown of The Simpsons says it better of his own show’s writers, ‘if they could get / girls’, if Cin’s very lucky this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore flog will have anything like the power of his Da’s nea®-death me-moirs, Death and Dying (since re-named ‘Paradise / Found’ –id.).

 

             Although a mighty wind still blows outside now out on up on out on up out here – and Cin feels somefink amiss in it when he steps / outside, though he knows / not what, ‘there is a disturbance’, Cin and Darth Vader said it better after you passed, innit perfeeser, ‘in the force’ - the Christopher Guest movie of the same name is over, replaced on the telee by a Bridget Jones movie, which Cin to his credit tried to videe out the corner of / his eye, before self-respect got the better of him and it’s now King Kong that he’s after videeing, your man the big ape is much more haha Cin’s speed, plus as nice as Renee Zelwegger is to look at as Bridget Jones spilling out her various dresses – ‘you had me’, Cin thinks was one of her lines from Jerry McGuire, and it’s not a bad one, ‘at hello’ – King Kong has Naomi Watts,  in a negli-gée no less, and Adrian Brody, of whom ‘you’ P. Diddy said it better after reading Brody’s lyrics, ‘an ill / cat.’

 

             Your slogger videed another movie, or most of one anyway, this after, in Aylmer, the town nearby to which he had repaired after taking the aforementioned road less taken this morning, and as has been his wont this summer, to read the New York Times Sunday edition and to do some office work to boot, this after reading for a two-hour stint some brutally dry course material on contracting, ‘a contract’ – What Would Jack Say more succinctly in The Shining – ‘in which I have agreed to look after the Overlook Hotel’.  Up until today, it was warm enough to sit outside at the swank coffee place of a summer Sunday after, but this after was cool enough so that Cin had to sit cinside at the Tim Hortons, and listen to the hard-scrabble stories of the people who live up on out up out on up around these here parts, ‘my father’ the lady said it better, and more than once, to the insurance company on the other end of the phone, trying to negotiate a rental car, and by way of explaining what happened / to hers, ‘hit / a moose’.

 

             ‘Mr. November’ was the matinée playing this after at the Aylmer Cinemas, Cin had to go as the 3:30 showtime co-incided nicely with the end of his aforementioned two-hour shift studying contracting, these days a 3:30 showtime co-inciding nicely with the end of his aforementioned two-hour shift studying contracting is all / he gots.  What it is in Mr.. November is that James Bond goes on the road again, this time to Kosovo, and wreaks havoc as is / his wont.  Oh wait, no, it was actually Pierce Brosnan playing some CIA dude, and not trying particularly hard not to re-play his most famous role of 007.  Dialogue and screenplay were risible – Russian mafia dudes holding court in strip clubs, that type of thing – but the director Roger Donaldson also did No Way Out, an outrageously entertaining thriller which Cin has videed as a way of surviving more than one fugly Sadurday Night And I Ain’t Got Nobody, and so, like William Friedkin after The Exorcist and French Connection , like Coppola and Kubrick after anything, like Wes Anderson after The Royal Tannenbaums, Roger Donaldson gets one free / pass at least, one free / pass  at least is all / we gots.

 

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