Last night – or – er – this morning – 1:30 in the morning – WAY past my bedtime … and there I was in my friend Brett’s apartment in Manhattan – far across the river from my abode – and we COULD NOT STOP WATCHING all of the extras on Waiting for Guffman<\/i>. Now he has seen them a gazillion times – I have never seen any of them – and … now I just have to own the DVD. The additional musical numbers?? WHAT? The scene where Ron and Sheila are playing “baseball” in the backyard – and Ron is treating Sheila with something akin to emotional abuse – and Catherine O’Hara has this TERRIFYING moment where she stands, completely defeated and still, back to the camera, staring off into the distance. WHAT IS GOING ON IN HER MIND??? Then – despite the hour – we had to skip through the film and watch our favorite parts. Which is hard to choose from because there are so many. We had to pause and rewind for pretty much every single one of Bob Balaban’s moments. I LOVE him in that – as the FURIOUS passive-aggressive musical director. “So … this year … I will be … musical director … which will be … different … for me …” GENIUS. I also dearly love Larry Miller and so we had to rewind a couple of times for his moments – especially his “big speech” when he convinces Corky that Blaine needs him: “If there’s no Blaine … then there’s no Missouri …” I love when that chick who “is a Fabin” breaks down crying – Larry Miller sort of gently (and yet uncomfortably) reaches out and touches her knee. To COMFORT HER. It’s HILARIOUS. Love Larry Miller.<\/p>\n
We were laughing, crying, rewinding, shouting, staggering around guffawing … I mean, even that one random scene when Corky has quit the show – and Parker Posey stands at that grill outside her house, grilling the saddest piece of chicken that has ever been seen on this planet. And she’s fanning it. I mean – it’s so bizarre.<\/p>\n
“I hate your ASS FACE!!”<\/p>\n
Catherine O’Hara’s bangs from this film should be in the Smithsonian.<\/p>\n
I got home at 3 a.m. Exhausted. Fell asleep on the bus ride, clutching my George Washington biography to my chest … hahahaha But I was happy. It had been a great night.<\/p>\n
Let’s hear it for Bob Balaban!!<\/p>\n
“Why are you whispering?? I’m right here!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night – or – er – this morning – 1:30 in the morning – WAY past my bedtime … and there I was in my friend Brett’s apartment in Manhattan – far across the river from my abode – … Continue reading