Baked Scrod, explained
Just saw "Sneakers" tonight -- good formula movie. Maybe it wasn't so formula in 1993, but even so, some resounding believability issues:
1. Just because they say they're NSA does that mean they're NSA?
2. If the Russians offer you asylum, take it dammit.
3. No, you moron, the answering machine doesn't have the chip in it, he took it already.
4. Robert Redford doesn't die in movies, not that I can think of.
And so, I'm left thinking, has the world and our collective consciousness advanced so much in the last 11 years that this movie has become cliche? Are we all just better equipped to be criminals?
In related news, I got chosen to go to an AFI Screenwriter's Workshop in July. So, I'll be in LA in late July, trying to sell my genre-transgressing screenplay about god knows what. And by then, maybe I won't be that "fat writer in LA" that nobody wants? The catch behind the workshop is that the screenplay has to (at least marginally) be about science.
The benefit is that I get to meet agents and industry folks -- something I'd otherwise spend years trying to do as some bigshot's laundryman. For a lot of people, that's how they make it big. And I'm not taking Kato Kalin-big, I'm talking off-the-radar-indie-flick big. Unless you're Julia Roberts' loser Camera-3-mic-operator husband.
Done. So there you go. I've gone from being in Boston, where I was an intellectual cliche, to Los Angeles, where I'm just cliche all around.
Fun fact of the day: Scrod is not a single fish. Proper scrod is baby cod, back when cod fishing was illegal and so they called the young cod by a different name. However, by now, scrod is one of several fishes that are they just can't identify sometimes, among them cod.
Finally, to the fourteen year old cousin -- I love you, just stay away from the xanga diction.
1. Just because they say they're NSA does that mean they're NSA?
2. If the Russians offer you asylum, take it dammit.
3. No, you moron, the answering machine doesn't have the chip in it, he took it already.
4. Robert Redford doesn't die in movies, not that I can think of.
And so, I'm left thinking, has the world and our collective consciousness advanced so much in the last 11 years that this movie has become cliche? Are we all just better equipped to be criminals?
In related news, I got chosen to go to an AFI Screenwriter's Workshop in July. So, I'll be in LA in late July, trying to sell my genre-transgressing screenplay about god knows what. And by then, maybe I won't be that "fat writer in LA" that nobody wants? The catch behind the workshop is that the screenplay has to (at least marginally) be about science.
The benefit is that I get to meet agents and industry folks -- something I'd otherwise spend years trying to do as some bigshot's laundryman. For a lot of people, that's how they make it big. And I'm not taking Kato Kalin-big, I'm talking off-the-radar-indie-flick big. Unless you're Julia Roberts' loser Camera-3-mic-operator husband.
Done. So there you go. I've gone from being in Boston, where I was an intellectual cliche, to Los Angeles, where I'm just cliche all around.
Fun fact of the day: Scrod is not a single fish. Proper scrod is baby cod, back when cod fishing was illegal and so they called the young cod by a different name. However, by now, scrod is one of several fishes that are they just can't identify sometimes, among them cod.
Finally, to the fourteen year old cousin -- I love you, just stay away from the xanga diction.
posted by devdoot majumdar at 1:22 AM
3 Comments:
damn, I knew scrod was a crap fish.
yeah. i always thought scrod was just a peculiar new england fish only made available in laverde's subs.
does it bother anyone else that the longfellow bridge, which spans the charles river, has plaques placed on the ground at regular intervals that say "DO NOT DUMP, DRAINS TO CHARLES?"
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