Late night head crazed again for us boyee. Nothing too cagey, just too many different things jumbled up in our brain-box for sleep. Or perhaps it’s taking a nap earlier in the evening. Don’t fuck with sleep– sleep always wins.
Where we at. Juiced up on Mad Men two nights in a row; staying up till 2 in the morning watching essentially the entire first season in two sittings. Also saw the Soulpepper production of Glengarry Glen Ross last night with my brother-in-law. Now that was fucking something. Just watching salesmen tear each other to ribbons, each one yo-yo-ing, sling-shoting back and forth between triumph and despair. That Mamet, he’s got, and can I finish, he’s got, just a second, he’s got a way with, just wait, he’s got a way with words. Curious, I’ve never seen the film all the way through, just about all I’ve seen of it is this:
Which isn’t in the play at all. From the dead tone of the film I also expected something a lot more grim; a lot more hopeless; but there’s something weird when you see this desperation played out live in front of you. It was actually hilarious, cathartic, even at it’s most biting and cruel. I can’t really understand how that works. Maybe its just relief not to be on the receiving end. Doing some sales myself these days for the new studio, but I’ll try not to take their lessons to much to heart. But besides the ABC’s, there’s one I’ll remember: “Never open your mouth till you know what the shot is.”
