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Guys:
In NYC shooting an (off all things) skin-care commercial with Matt Fox.
When an airbourne viral strain threatens most of the city. Matt
(playing an exotic frigate captain) deadheads a cargo hull's worth of
fine L'Oreal skin products into the docks and marauds through the
lower East Side and Midtown, slathering everyone in his path with
high end moisturizer....ok.....no.....that's not really what we're doing.
Caught 'Grindhouse' again at the Regal in Union Square (which is a great
place to watch a flick because the audiences are pretty die hard) and the
house was packed. How that film didn't do better business confounds the
sh*t out of me. It's entertaining as hell and all the little touches make for
a f*cking good time at the Cine. Isn't that why you go to movies? To
'ooh and ahh?' Naveen Andrews winds up face down in a pile of severed
balls? C'mon! Stuntman Mike hitting that sh*tty little Ford Fiesta they were
driving and seeing the demise of each girl? (Sally Menke cut the hell out of
that stuff) I just can't figure out how dogsh*t does well and a film like this can't
bring people in. It's going to slay on DVD though. SLAY.
Alright guys, back to planning our assault on psoriasis and other forms of dry
skin. I'll be dropping communiques all week.
JC
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