The Sweat of Colin Firth

I haven't watched "Love Actually" since it was in the theaters but I think it's extremely well made since the original script was about 200 pages-too long for a romantic comedy, or for any type of genre for that matter. Plus, it has Colin Firth and that birdie num-num with the funky name who was in that tsunami film on HBO. Colin..quite the dreamcicle, ain't he? I normally don't go ga-ga over dudes on the big screen, but he's lovely. He's like a Brit version of Dennis Quaid, Ed Harris, Eric Bana, Viggo Mortenson and Barbaro (when he was alive) all rolled into one. I had a friend years ago who worked on "Great Balls of Fire" and told us tales about how people would steal Dennis Quaid's underwear from his trailer. Dennis would attempt to hide his knickers in 'they-wouldn't-look-here' places, but his stuff was always found. Finally, the posted a guard outside his trailer door. I'm sure Mr. Firth's knickers are getting swiped on a regular basis, but not by yours truly.

Also, Keira Knightley is in it and she is desperate need of some food-preferably a cheesecake and/or cheeseburger. She's great but she resembles Skeletor which is quite unsettling. More importantly, Bill Nighy steals the show..as he does in most films he's in.

The Oscars are tomorrow and I don't really know anyone who is nominated. Normally, I know one or two of the editing nominees (both pix and sound), but this year, nada. Also, I don't know of anyone who is going, but my friends who live near the Oscars theater are frustrated by the influx of lookie-loos and press mostly because it's cramming the streets which makes their commutes worse to the local Starbuck's and Hollywood Blvd. Sleaze Fest. At times, I do miss the fun of working on films, but as time passes, I realize I made the right decision to leave..at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Now it's onto human rights and child soldiers. Peace