Hey folks, just a word that my posts over the next 48 hours or so might be a bit lighter and/or more fouled-up than usual as I’ll be taking the 91 to the 605 to the 105 to the 405’s Wilshire Blvd. exit and attending the Los Angeles Film Festival, starting tonight. It’ll mean commuting 40 miles, and sleeping on friends’ couches and other fun stuff like working in family stuff for Father’s Day.
The upshot is my schedule’s going to be way hectic for the just a bit, so you might (or might not) be getting more than your share of my patented “movie moments” style posts for a bit, but I’ll definitely be back Sunday night with box office and perhaps a tidbit or two about the festival, with more substantive material definitely to follow starting Monday and on through the festival’s conclusion a week from Sunday, assuming I can get into stuff.
Tonight’s film pick for me, BTW, is the latest mumblecore comedy sensation, “Humpday,” about two straight best buddies who decide to have sex for the sake of some really squirmy art porn. We’ve come a long way from Oscar and Felix.
