GVHD is a mutha! A bitch! A c%nt! The meaner whore of babble-on!!  Long f#ckin' day (I know we all get ‘em, every last one of us explorers of this crimin-illogical-century-be-damned), long enough day to admit it called for a lighthearted matinee pick-me-up.

…My Blue Heaven (ninety perfect farcical minutes that feel like a half-hour), followed by Roxanne (dialogue driven humor that flies by as well). If Maya’s not all grinned-out and tucked in by then, then it’ll be Uncle Buck, My Cousin Vinny, Cadillac Man, Big Trouble in Little China, or A Knight’s Tale.  But likely by the end of Roxanne I will be…alone, in the Midwesticks, grappling with my insomnia.  & so be it, such is the rub. &…so it’ll be Hurlyburly and …Rolling Rock …until the lives of that motley crew of whacked David Rabe characters look darker…more absurd, in comparison, than life itself.  ….I tell you what, …don’t know what it is about Hurlyburly, I just stare at it…fixed and pleased with letting the dialogue of broken souls on Bolivian psychoscrabble infect me, no matter how many times a year, if I’m not feeling damned enough to take on The Crossing Guard and suffer that healing trauma…I can get nearly the disease from these actors acting. ...There are a couple scenes where one has to imagine all the other players in the ensemble cast are in the scene . . .  acting their characters…aiming to be real…while being peripherally blown away by Sean Penn’s monologue.  (& the scene[s] with the glass coffee table prop …f#cking genius.)  …….It isn’t until after Phil offs himself that I lose some interest in Eddie’s diatribe…at least until he goes swimming.  Excellent escapist pain, though, indisputably only one of its kind.

I wish I could invite you over to agonize with me.  But, …low, it’s an internet neighborhood.  Cheers….

Persevere People (we know you can),

Maya & Mess