And I skip movies that I have personal investment in, for lack of a better term for it.
I was recovering from Hepatitis B while they were struggling with filming Jaws and I banged on the piano. Odd that my family of 6 other people were not vaccinated for Hepatitis B, shared all of the living utensils and amenities, and yet None of them contracted the disease. And I contracted it about 6 months before my 21st birthday, so I could not drink a toast to the occasion for another several months. Very odd.
But, I skipped Jaws at the theater, and believe it or not, I have Never watched a single Star Wars movie. Not even at home. It could be because I saw a picture of Chewbacca on the wall in the coffee room at work every day. Who knows???
I was spending my movie evenings at The Fox Venice, catching up on The Devils.
Bill, is it because the crowds are just too easy to please? Going to those event nights, I often feel complacency in the people there. Now, on the other hand, we'vew had Lucas surveying the apartment grounds one day. And in 2005, I went to the War of the Worlds opening night at The Chinese, cut across the street to the McDonalds, saw Bill Murray waltz up to the counter dressed as Scaramouche and order a burger while Dakota Fanning hid in a darkened corner mulling her McNuggets.
When I cut back to the line at The Chinese, Spielberg was in the front courtyard, where the concrete hand and footprints are, wearing Zauder's Red in his hair, looking like the lost red-headed cousin and taking pictures, and nobody noticed him. They were not condescending. They were checking out the crowds. Attitude.
Spielberg was at The Beatles' taping. I think he's stalking me. I've seen him several times now. That just doesn't happen to anyone else.
