"I don't think you can be accommodated for."
You provide examples of what you need in a relationship, and they are
considered petty (when compared with not talking to you for nearly an
entire week because they are upset with over their lack of effort), you
best get out of that, I think. I feel kind of sick, but I think that is
more or less from me allowing my coworker's possible cat emergency
serving as distraction. No kitty should suffer for my relief.
My new ex's nickname involved cat, but after the past few weeks of
apparent aloofness, I have done my best to remove the implications she
may have thought the nickname allowed.
"You have opposable thumbs, so you can't cat. I would say the same thing
to the polydactyl pussies. If Eva can open a door without them, you
need not be so whiny."
We managed to successfully review the situation and why I am not taking
back my decision. Everything seems to be fine, unless my on the
drunkenness from two nights removed sent some mixed messages. I still
love her, we are just in a state where we have to find more in common
with each other that might inspire her to actually NOT CAT. Fortunately
for her, she is from the area and has friends of varying degrees to
consult. As for me, not so much.
Hence, I tried to see if my estranged best friend had made any return to
social media. Drunk texting is rarely good. She has gotten back
online...because she is trying to mount a campaign for the district's
Congressional seat. This leaves me to believe I will not be getting a
text response back to my congratulatory text messages for starting her
campaign.
I never respond to political text messages anyhow (BERNIE BROS), so the
continuation of the estrangement seems appropriate. Still, there is a
feeling of there being a bit of heartlessness to that. That might serve
her politically...
Catching up on my postings is making me get off my ass. It maybe time to
get to work on that pilot instead of dealing with whether or not it is
okay too watch pre-#MeToo Jeremy Piven movies.
Bringing a laptop to work or installing Celtx on a company computer
would probably be frowned upon. I need more Saturday shifts. Darn
supervisors.
The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard
Ben Sellecks's used car in Temecula lot is dying. Between gullible
salesmen who thinks a bank bag and its contents is valid currency and
the racist, misogynistic Vietnam veteran, there seems to be no way to
avoid the most dismal fate. It may betray all the values of this
family-owned business, but the only chance of survival is to hire
liquidation master Don Ready and his crew of mercenaries to turn the lot
around.
Don Ready maybe the rudest and most dishonest man on the planet, but
when you have not been home in a year and half, would you be? And it is
not like he is not paying for his lifestyle because no matter how much
metal he moves, he is still haunted by the team's tragedy in
Albuquerque. Every new town is a chance for redemption and with Ben's
wise daughter Ivy challenging his methods, his life maybe ready to
straighten itself out.
Provided Ben does not doubt himself and sell the dealership to Ivy's
boyband fiancé Paxton's. Or Don's partner Babs does not seduce Ben's
10-year old son who inhabits a 30-year old's body. Or Don's partner
Jibby does not lose focus on the cars while he searches for his first
love. Or...well, lets just say the only law belongs to Murphy. If anyone
is above the law, it is Don Ready.
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"The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard" is upfront about the film lacking a
soft side. It goes straight for the obvious impolitically correct jokes
and premise and tells the audience if you are looking for characters
with depth, they will be none to be found.
This movie feels like what live improv shows are which I do not think
translates to the big screen. Christopher Guest's improv-based films
have a story to adhere to which allows for characters to develop. I
would imagine a lot of this film was improvised due to all the comic
talent, but the jokes just being so random feels like performers are
getting tagged in and out (This is the lesson I got from seeing "Sarah
Shockey Teaches Colt Cabana Improv", the only live improv I paid for.).
Because of how well the jokes are composed, it kind of seems like a
panel show at times, which is most of my exposure to director Neal
Brennan.
As for the direction, it feels like Adam McKay and Will Ferrell were
just giving a comic friend a title. He keeps the shots well framed but
some of the cuts are jumpy. It would be interesting to see what material
fell on the cutting room floor. There does not really seem to be a
vision from Brennan, so it feels half assed.
"The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard" features scores of jokes that will
keep you amused and scenes that you are glad made it to film, but there
is not a sense of whether or not the movie wants you to care about it.
Without a sense of the director wanting you to get something out to the
film, it feels like a one-sided transaction. In a sense then, "The
Goods" did what car dealers are suppose to do, only think about what it
gets and not what it gave you. It may not feel like a success to the
audience, but someone definitely won.
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