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Friday!

November 20, 2009

It's Friday! (Elephant From 1 Mississippi)

It’s Friday!  Finally!  And sunny!

For those of you who are not Robert Pattinson fans – and  I understand in a tangible way lately that the word “manic” comes from “mania”, and “fan,” “fanatic”–apologies for the last few posts.  Note that I tend to alternate, almost simultaneously, Pattinson posts with more serious posts, so if you run into one of the Pattinson ones and Pattinson really is not your interest in any way, just keep scrolling down.  Or check out the categories on the side of the home page.  (This is a wonderful tool WordPress has.)  There’s a lot on poetry, of poetry, advice about writer’s block, parenting, and other non-Pattinsonian  subject matter.

Thanks for reading!  Have a great, hopefully-sunny-where-you-are weekend!

(And, if you get a chance, check out 1 Mississippi by Karin Gustafson on Amazon.)

Thanks again.

Summit Doubles Up On Pattinson

November 19, 2009

Just in case we could forget Rob Pattinson this week, Summit has released the new trailer for Pattinson’s next film, Remember Me.  (Remind me to buy some Summit stock soon.  Oh wait, it’s probably too late to buy Summit stock.  Darn.)

It looks good (if you’re stuck on RPatz.)  It looks like a part/movie Pattinson genuinely believes in.  (It’s always hard to believe that he likes either the Twilight Saga or Edward Cullen all that much, although he does seem to try.)

The movie appears to feature an angry, sullen, somewhat belligerent, soon-to-fall-in-love, wealthy teenager.  Although Rob does sullen and wealth well, he doesn’t really look physically belligerent, i.e. tough;  even in the fight clips cut for the trailer, it’s hard to believe he’s hitting anyone.  (One can almost trace the arc of fist bypassing chin,  like two actors on the stage managing a fake slap.)

And the made-up bruises/cuts manage to leave the chiseled line of his face remarkably unswollen.  But no one, it seems, will complain about this bit.

Robert Pattinson On David Letterman – Cryptic Re Robsten?

November 19, 2009

Robert Pattinson on David Letterman – young, sweet, cute, diplomatic.  His reply on the question of his relationship with Kristen Stewart– a mumbled something about his having given cryptic answers to that question all tour–seemed eminently NOT cryptic, but politic, dutiful, even gentlemanly.   It also seemed a definite ‘yes’, especially when combined with what a wistful glance at the magazine cover, shown by Letterman, of himself and Kristen.    I say all that it my own politic and dutiful way as a fan.  There did seem to be a genuinely gentlemanly aspect to Rob’s answer, but I’m also guessing Summit, the studio in charge of the Twilight franchise, has a stake in keeping the controversy alight  (Team Jacob plus the hype of speculation).

Ah.

The pleasures of pop culture in difficult times:  Robsten now makes me think of my mom in the 30’s, deeply loving Shirley Temple, Gone With the Wind, Errol Flynn.

Okay, that’s an excuse.  It’s not just the difficult times that explains the fascination–how about charisma?  Good looks?  Charm?  The love of fantasy?

Ah again.

Other seeming proof of Robsten relation (sorry, non-fans), Rob says, not on Letterman, that Kristen cooks a mean spam.   Come on!

What To Do When RPatz Just Doesn’t Cut It Anymore–(I’m Not Talking About His Hair.)

November 13, 2009

What to do when the fascination for Robert Pattinson finally runs dry?

Maybe it’s the conclusive evidence of handholding.  (See Robsten photograph, November 10th or so, Le Bourget, France.)

Or maybe the realization that he really is just a young, charmingly goofy but nonetheless, movie star.

Or the news that he wears hair extensions for parts of the new movie.

Or all the Veterans Day celebrations, the tragedy at Fort Hood, the seemingly irresolvable situations in Iraq and Afghanistan, the endlessly debated and diluted health care bill, the continuing rise in joblessness, and its concomitant psychological, physical, economic toll (the fact that these are real people’s lives).

Whatever.  Somehow you’re just not so interested anymore.  You haven’t even glanced, walking by, at the Vanity Fair cover.  (Okay, maybe you’ve glanced,)

Even re-reading a Twilight book provides no more escapist zing. (Ho-hum, there’s Edward again being handsome, sweet, overbearingly controlling.)

Fine.  But the problem is what do you do now? With all those spare moments of restlessness, disgruntlement, intermittent despair, which, for the last few months, have been pleasantly occupied by dark smoldering eyes tortured by paparazzi?

1.  Take up computer bridge.  Or better yet, poker.  Even better, scotch.

2.  Sleep.  (This five hours a day business seems to be showing on you.)

3.  Blog at least twice rather than once a day.  (No.)

4.  Finally read Marcel Proust’s The Remembrance of Things Past.

5.  Clean out your closet.  (Yes, your dog likes to make a little bed among the rumpled piles, still, there may be some good clothes down there.)

6.  (Do I have to?)

7.  Actually read the details of foreign policy decisions.  And the health care proposals. And the initiatives to create jobs.

8.  (Are you serious?)

9.  Go see the new movie, New Moon, as soon as possible.

10. It opens only one week from today!

Aha!  A plan!

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it…. Robsten?

November 11, 2009

Spotted at Le Bourget–Paris Airport.

Caught on film!

An amazing photograph bouncing all over the internet is found to prove, nearly definitively, the existence of a phenomenon that has been the subject of long and intense worldwide speculation.   Is it:   (a) the Loch Ness Monster?  (b) Big Foot? (c) a new moon of Jupiter (wink wink nudge nudge).

Or are we talking about the existence of a love affair between two nearly teenage movie stars (who are super-attractive, thrown constantly together, play fantasy lovers,  and would  have no reason not to fall in love with each other)?

You guessed it.

They were caught holding hands.  In Paris.  (OMG!!!)

As one blogger reported, this wasn’t the first time they’d held hands, but the first time there was photographic proof of it.

High sums are now being paid for photographic proof of other important phenomena such as:

1.  Rob and Kristen playing footsie. (Hopefully, in Rome.)

2.  Kristen wearing an oversized sweater.  (Hopefully, in the early morning.)

3.  Rob eating from Kristen’s dessert plate.  (Hopefully, something chocolate.)

4.  Or vice versa.  (Still, chocolate.)

5.  Rob and Kristen holding hands and playing footsie on a UFO.  (Hopefully, within HD range.)

Why all the effort?  Why do people care?

(Maybe because there’s something more hopeful about it than real news these days.  Or maybe just, well, the “super-attractive,” “nearly teenage,” “fantasy” part.)

Hmmm…..

A Real Rob Pattinson – Kristen Stewart Day

November 8, 2009

I had a real Robert Pattinson-Kristen Stewart day today.  This is not to say that I:

1.  Googled their names;
2.   Checked any other sources of current “news” about them;
3.   Looked at any Twilight or New Moon trailers;
4.   Caught sight of any super handsome male or hot chick in my apartment.

Nope.   What I did do was spend most of an incredibly beautiful day indoors.  In my case, this had nothing to do with the adulation of millions of fans, or the doggedness of  hundreds of paparazzi, but simply the press of work that needed to be done on a computer.  I told myself repeatedly I should do my work while my energy and resolve were strong.  Nonetheless, as the sun moved across the sky (outside my window), I grew grouchier and grouchier, more and more depressed.

Finding lovely patterns of light on my floor did not make me feel better; even sitting in those spots of light did not do the trick.

I finally gave up/gave in/succumbed, stepped out into a brilliant day.  Light bathed the New York Harbor, the horizon literally glowed.  No one, running through a fountain, screamed for me to stop.  I kept my shirt on.  My shoes are not brown.

Despite my lack of brown shoes and six-pack, despite my lack of long curly dark hair, for that matter, I thought of Rob and Kristen.  What I thought of was all those days when they weren’t filming New Moon and Eclipse and felt stuck in their respective luxury hotel suites (or same luxury hotel suite.  Whatever.)   Not able to go out into the sunlight—not because of the Volturi, but the vulturi–all those nonstop camera clicks.

It made me sympathetic with Kristen’s recent explosion, even of all the f-words, and Rob’s occasional surliness.   Yes, they’re both making tons of dough; but the value of a quiet walk on a public riverbank on a beautiful sunny day is pretty hard to calculate, and must be very hard to give up.

Robama

November 3, 2009

Approximately a year ago, with the U.S. election, and the opening of a certain film, two figures vaulted onto the very epicenter of the world stage.  Although both had been known to the world for some time, November 2008 catapulted them to a completely different level of attention.

Their lives were transformed; from that point on, they both needed, unfortunately, constant security.  Neither could make a single move, not even to take a loved one out for a simple dinner date, without the intrusion of the press.  Any statement, whether a self-deprecating joke about grooming, or a remark about basic fairness, was dissected and promulgated worldwide, becoming a basis for rumor, ridicule, and non-stop commentary.

Surprisingly, perhaps, these two figures have much in common.

The obvious:

1.  They were both born on islands.

2.  They are both approximately 6’1″.

3.  They are both slender, and said to be losing weight due to the stress of their positions.   ( Supporters are concerned.)

4.  They both like baseball caps, have trouble with smoking, have distinctive,  likeable, smiles, and were notably young to be thrown into their respective limelights.

The less obvious:

1.  While some absolutely opposed their initial assumption of their roles, many others have been willing to stick their necks out for them.

2. Others would still happily throw them to the wolves (or the Volturi.)

3.  They each have strong female figures in their lives, who had strong careers before they did, but whose fame has both been strengthened and eclipsed by theirs.

4.  Sorry for that last.

5.  They’ve both made the best of roles that had aspects with which they were frankly uncomfortable (Edward Cullen’s resemblance to a raincoat model, the U.S.’s complete financial collapse and two ongoing wars).

6.  They both won prizes that they did not seek (Rob – sexiest man on the planet;  Barack- Nobel Peace Prize), and which countless sniped that they did not deserve.

7.  They both have three sequels in the works (the next three years.)   (Hurrah!)

Important Update Re Robert Pattinson

November 1, 2009

Yankees' Fan (Guess Who)

This just out re Robert Pattinson:  He was spotted leaving LAX airport and arriving at Tokyo’s Narita Airport wearing…. a New York Yankees’ baseball cap!

OMG!!!  RPatz and the New York Yankees–combined!  Has he been reading ManicDDaily?????

If so, Rob, sorry for any/all jokes at your expense.  (Also sorry for the bad picture.  At least I wasn’t chasing you with a flashbulb.)

Go Yankees!

Fresh “News” Re Robsten

October 31, 2009

Robsten?

More “news” re Robsten, all out within the last 24 hours.

1.  They split up at the LA airport!
2.  Then met up at an LA hotel!  In a single room!  In a Chateau!  (A hotel called a “Chateau!”)
3.  Rob still can’t get a date!
4.  Maybe because he’s been asking Kristen to marry him.  (That’s why they split up!)
5.  But their chemistry is so good!
6.  But they’re actors!
7.  But they’re so hot!
8.  With such great hair!
9.  Who knows
10. Who cares?
11.  Many people apparently.  (Twenty-five million hits on the New Moon trailer this week;  twenty-one million the week before.)
12.  Whoa….

 

If you find this interesting, check out other posts re Robsten, RPatz, Kristen Stewart and Twilight, from my home page, https://manicddaily.wordpress.com.

Hey Rob! Hey Kristen! The Jury’s In Session!

October 26, 2009

I’ve always thought that one of the biggest difficulties faced by any celebrity is the inability to spend time peacefully and quietly in public.

Robert Pattinson (surprise!) is an obvious case in point.  This, in fact, is one of the main reasons I am so interested in him.  (NOT because of his chiseled good looks, his self-deprecating charm, any confusion I have between him and Edward Cullen, the sweet, rich, loving, handsome vampire he portrays.  Not even his hair.)

No, I find Rob fascinating simply (okay, partly) as a study in modern day fame:  the poor guy’s life has been upended.

Sure, there’s been good stuff—movie contracts, money,  a possible love relationship with Kristen Stewart.

But look at what’s come along with all of that—virtual (in all senses of the word) non-stop surveillance.

Rob may be fairly private in his hotel room (maybe), but he cannot do anything in a public space without the constant click and taunt of paparazzi–paparazzi, combined with the more welcome, but undoubtedly wearing, attention of fans.

What’s a teen idol to do?

Jury Duty!

I have recent first hand experience of jury duty (if not, of actually serving on a jury), so I feel quite qualified to make this recommendation.

Think about it, Rob.  Jury duty has not even been that bad for me, who, despite my persistent blogging, does not have either name or face recognition.  For someone like you, who could not film Remember Me on the streets of New York this past summer without (a) a security detail, (b) a Pattinson “lookalike” (or at least “dressalike”),  (c) a 7ft. high wooden box to stand behind; and (d) a gang of paparazzi, jury duty could be a real godsend.

Here’s why:

1.  Photographic devices are not allowed into most court facilities.  (Which is great news for the media-pressured; the soft shushing of colored pencils is a lot more soothing than camera clicks.)

2.  There are loads of law enforcement officers in courthouses either (a) enforcing the law, or (b) under indictment.  Either way, they will not take kindly to paparazzi pulling out their iPhones for a sneaky snap.

3.  The jury areas  (at least in New York County) are quite pleasant, especially if you avoid the relative comfy seats in the main windowless jurors area, and go for the uncrowded wooden benches in the outside hall where large, south-facing, windows give sunny views of downtown Manhattan.  (It’s almost like a spa!  With benches!)

4.  Okay, the pay’s a six or seven digit cut from your current wage scale, but jury duty offers a young actor a great opportunity to study human nature in all its varieties and vagaries.  The emotional gamut runs from bored, to worried, to bored, to scared stiff, to bored, to deceptive, to bored, to confessional, to bored, to greatly greatly relieved, to very very sorry.

5.  Not only no paparazzi, no werewolves.

6.  And, hey, Rob, if you’re enjoying the peace and quiet, you can  volunteer for a three-month trial.  (They may even let Kristen serve too!)

For more Rob, Kristen, Robsten, Twilight,  and other silliness of many descriptions,  check out other posts  from my homepage –  https://manicddaily.wordpress.com.

Also, if interested in children’s books, check out 1 Mississippi, by Karin Gustafson, at link on homepage, or on Amazon.