Once Again

I always do this. I always say, "I am going to go to bed right now....well, as soon as I check my e-mail" which then leads to not only e-mail checking, but usually some random internet search for something that I meant to search about days ago and forgot about until just this minute when it suddenly becomes incredibly important.

Tonight's web search was for Frank Whaley's blog. Yeah.... I couldn't find it.

I decided a few days ago, after randomly wondering what Mr Whaley has been up to these days, that he just *might* have a blog. So I log on and search for a little bit, but no dice. Dang.

Most people would just shrug and go "Oh well" but OH no, Not I. I decide to go on a Frank Whaley kick and rent Glam.

Have you seen Glam? I hadn't until last night (when I tried to watch it with my Mom and we were quickly turned off by it) and tonight (when I decided that I wasn't going to let the movie win and I was going to watch that sucker to the very end no matter how much went right over my head).

It's not actually a bad movie, once you get used to it. It's written in a Mamet-esqe style so there's lots and lots of repeated dialogue by all of the characters except the main character (Sonny Day) who is played by.....talented actor whose name I think is Macnamara or something that sounds like that but is spelled correctly.....and this character says nothing. Never fear though, Whaley's character (Sonny's cousin) talks MORE than enough for the both of them.

Now I love Frank Whaley to pieces. I truly do. I love him in every role I've seen him play and I fell in love with the guy when he appeared in Field of Dreams (I was 11). Now I haven't even come close to seeing all of his movies, but someday I bet I'll get there and I was mighty surprised that my town's video store carried Glam, especially once I actually saw the thing.... although Tony Danza is the other lead so maybe they thought it was a Who's the Boss production? Anyways, tangent aside, there were times when Frank's character reminded me waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much of one of my ex roommates, who we will (not so) fondly call CrackHead Schmoe. I guess that is kind of the point as Frank's character was a partaker of "the herb" and other things I think, but sometimes his talking made me just downright uncomfortable.

Which is, of course, the mark of a great performance.

The movie is very artsy, very Mamet, and tries very hard to be deep. I got lost on the way down so maybe it got there. I hope so! At any rate, Frank gave a stellar performance... and had lots of face time with the camera, which made for much smileyness in my living room.

*sigh* If only he had a blog.... Oh Frank, won't you get your writey on?