Friday, March 03, 2006

Where _is_ he?!?

/gettin' dizzy...


So YAY... Even though TPTB kept me from watching RENT among an appreciative audience in a movie theatre, I now own the DVD.
Jeepers.

It's definitely a film based on the play. It's NOT a filmed version of RENT, it's RENT, the film.
Even Benny comes off looking pretty coolish at the end- though I really wanted to hear Rosario sing "cause I kicked him/and I told him that I wasn't his whore..."

SHE ROCKED "Out Tonight!" right outta the ballpark. I was never so thrilled to watch that sequence over and over. Hee.

So, big sigh of satisfaction from this fan- a warm fuzzy feeling and a comfy blanket of sound for me.

On the other side of the film coin...
Is it just me, or do you sometimes wonder where an actor's passion flees in certain spots? My big instance for a while was James Marsters in "Rest in Piece" during the Buffy Musical. I just felt that there was something boiling away in some lower level of Marsters' performance... I told my friends when we talked about it, "You know, I just wanted him to crouch down and get that primal scream out there, somehow."

I'm feeling that, more and more, with Vin Diesel lately. I know it's there, I can see it darting around behind his eyes. I almost want to sneak up behind him and kick him in the back of the knee to get an honest, impassioned "What the HELL?" out of him. Tried watching Triple X tonight in prep for his "Tonight Show" appearance (probably for "Find Me Guilty," I'll bet. But I hope he gets the Hannibal The Conqueror plug in there, too.), but I just felt like there was something missing. Overpronouncing things, emphasizing the exact wrong word in a phrase at times... I couldn't watch it. What's WRONG with me!?!?!? I'm such a fan of his...
Maybe I'm being overly picky.
It's all about passion. Maybe since I have a LACK of it in my life lately, I'm more sensitive to abundance/dearth in other actors.
Of course, the screenplay's by the guy who wrote "Jerky Boys," for cryin' out loud. Not Mamet.

HEY! I wonder if Vin could hit Collins' notes in "I'll Cover You" for a change? I'd love to see that.

To leather, to dildos
To Curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros
And Maya Angelou
To Sontag, to Sondheim
To anything taboo
To Uta, to Buddha,
Pablo Nerudo, too
Why Dorothy and Toto
Went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em…
La Vie Boheme!


And honestly, if you know who Pablo Neruda is... I tip my "Postman" Hat to you.