April 18, 2005

Running on Fumes

Sorry about the slow start this morning. I went to a party last evening where the only thing to drink was white wine. I don't like white wine. Furthermore, even a small amount of it gives me a particular kind of headache. And apparently, it zaps my creativity because nothing seems to be clicking. I simply don't have a lot of time to devote to blogging, so if a post doesn't trip right off my fingers, I don't have the luxury of being able to nurse it into being.

It's a pity, too, because I had a varied and interesting weekend. Among the things I was hoping to write about are:

-The reason why, when I die, I don't want anybody to read their own reminiscences, memories or reflections about me at the funeral;

- The social politics of packing a children's birthday party with guests who barely even know the celebrant in question;

- The return of the Scary Puppet Couple; and

- The confirmation I received last evening that not only is St. Elmo's Fire the awful movie I remember from 20 years ago, it is an embarrassingly, appallingly awful movie.

Well, I'm going to toddle down to the exercise room at lunch and put in some time on the treadmill. Perhaps that will be sufficient to rattle the ol' brain.

Posted by Robert at April 18, 2005 11:05 AM
Comments

Yeah, it was a terrible movie. (Cruised past it wiith the remote last night.) But, with the top down and the road clear, the theme song is cool.

Posted by: OregonGuy at April 18, 2005 11:20 AM

St. Elmo's Fire. The "Little Chill". Ugh. Unwatchable.

Think of the careers that one ended. Judd Nelson. Andrew McCarthy (I last saw him playing a cowboy in a made-for-TV Hallmark special movie, I sh*t you not). Ally Sheedy (the last movie she looked cute in). The blond chick who played the social worker (Mare Winningham -- ok, she never had a career to begin with). Emilio Estevez. All failed to reach the lifeboats.

Yeah, after a fashion, Rob Lowe survived. As did Demi Moore, whose subsequent buoyant implants kept her career afloat. And Andie McDowell only had a cameo appearance, so she wasn't permanently wrecked (it took Gerard Depardieu to kill her career off for good).

But man -- that movie was truly wretched. It made me hate all Georgetown grads with nearly the same passionate intensity that I usually reserve for Michigan grads ("The Big Chill" and a few real world Michigan grads put them forever at the top of my "most hated" list).

Posted by: The Colossus at April 18, 2005 11:30 AM

I never got the appeal of St. Elmo's Fire. All of my college buddies would rent that and watch it all the time - it was their rite of passage or something. Ack!

Posted by: jen at April 18, 2005 12:27 PM

I love St. Elmo's Fire. I can recite it by heart. Sure, it's cheesy. I love cheese. And I associate it, nostalgically, with the time in my life when I first saw it.

Mare Winningham never had a career? Huh? On what planet? She has pretty much never been out of a job. I happen to pay attention to such things, because I am a lunatic. And no, that film didn't end her career whatsoever.

She was nominated for an Oscar a couple years ago for Georgia(none of the other cast members have received that honor), and she continues to do great work in television series and theatre.

I find the clothes in that film highly embarrassing - but merely because I used to dress like that. It's hilarious. I love that movie. I watched it last night too and had an awesome time. I love, especially, the scene where Rob Lowe (with the headband - god, how cheesy) rocks out with his sax in the bar.

Sure, it's wince-inducing. I love it.

Posted by: red at April 18, 2005 12:28 PM

St. Elmo's Fire??? I watched "Becoming a Marine" on the Military channel.
What a bunch of whinig crybabies in SEF. You want to see "Man against the machine?" Tune in to the military channel...

Posted by: babs at April 18, 2005 12:48 PM

babs:

I guess I like whining crybabies. I find them very entertaining.

That's not to say I wouldn't find Becoming a Marine interesting, too. But I adore a little bit of cheese in my television diet.

Posted by: red at April 18, 2005 01:00 PM

Red,

I had almost forgotten the whole Rob-Lowe-saxophone-scene. Almost. And a "little bit of cheese?" What, pray tell, constitutes "a lot of cheese?" (he asked, filled with a gnawing fear of what ancient abominations Red might name . . . )

By the way, I meant to apologize to you for slamming Middlemarch in a previous post . . . was having a bad day, and George Eliot made me see red for some reason.

Posted by: The Colossus at April 18, 2005 01:13 PM

Colossus:

Oh, tis a fair question you ask!! Very fair indeed.

A lot of cheese would be, oh, something like that show Showdog Moms and Dads (I watch it in slack-jawed amazement that there can be such idiots on this planet) - or a really cheese-ball movie like A Walk to Remember (I love that movie. It's so manipulative, and I succumb every time I've seen it. Yes. I own it. I am not a well woman). I recently got television after a couple of years of no TV and I am like a kid in a candy store. I have high-brow tastes most certainly - I love history, I love biographies, I love serious movies, etc., but I also love CHEESE (and you cannot get any more cheesy than that show) - it's a nice escape.

I did a post on my blog once about: Guilty Pleasure Cheesy Movies that I absolutely Adore. Here's a link to it - it's very funny reading (especially the comments from everyone) Everyone kind of just comes clean about LOVING the movie Ice Pirates, or Josie and the Pussycats, or whatever.

Oh, and no worries about Middlemarch. :)

Posted by: red at April 18, 2005 01:20 PM

I enjoyed "St. Elmo's Fire" because I could put names, faces, dates, and places on every character and situation in the movie from my undergrad days at Washington and Lee. My favorite: boyfriend and girlfriend date forever, everyone thinks they will get married. Boyfriend's best friend has long nursed a crush on girlfriend. Girlfriend finally figures out what everyone knows: that boyfriend is a disloyal skirt-chaser who has been screwing every gal who comes along. There is a spectacular breakup after which girlfriend winds up in the sack with best friend. The flick came out in the summer of 1985, the summer I graduated from college, and I was playing the theme song as I drove into Ft. Benning for the start of my military career.

Posted by: LMC at April 18, 2005 02:34 PM
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