Sunday, March 12, 2006

A TV-Less Weekend

I stuck to my guns and didn't watch any TV this weekend. It was hard, I have to admit. Twice, I had the remote in hand and finger on the power before remembering my resolution. Normally, a TV-less weekend wouldn't be a big deal, but Mr. Octopus had to go into the office this weekend and I was tempted to turn on the TV for some background noise. But I didn't. Here's what happened instead.

Friday night was spent having dinner with some new and old friends at Guelaguetza, a great Oaxacan restaurant near Olympic and Normandie (right). The restaurant stands out like a sore thumb because it's a big, bold, non-Korean establishment smack in the middle of Koreatown. It has a Asian look about it, so maybe it used to be a Korean restaurant. Who knows. Afterwards, we headed to Club Tee-Gee, a favorite bar of ours in Atwater.

Saturday was a wasted day. Waking up at noon will do that to you. Basically I drove aimlessly around Eagle Rock, which is not to far from our house. East of Glendale and west of Pasadena, Eagle Rock is an area named after a big rock (left) that sorta looks like an eagle. We've heard from many people that it's an up and coming neighborhood, so we've begun scoping out the area and the real estate.

Later in the afternoon I popped in the DVD of The Getaway (1972), but I had to turn it off after 20 minutes because Ali MacGraw was so unbearably bad. Beautiful people who can't act should not have speaking roles. Then at night, we watched Walk the Line, which was also quite bad (but bearable). The story was bare and formulaic (guy with tough childhood saved by good woman) and the performances good but not great. I don't see what the big deal was about Reese Witherspoon. If I were Felicity Huffman, I'd be pissed.

Sunday was spent following open house signs in Eagle Rock and environs. We saw some good stuff. We're buoyed by the fact that some of these houses are staying on the market a relatively longish time. Bodes well for us.


ivanomartin said...


You don't watch a Steve McQueen/Sam Peckinpah movie and pay attention to Ali McGraw!!

[She is bad, though--out-acted by Sally Struthers...jeesh]

Guelaguetza, The Getaway, Eagle Rock=good.


chanchow said...

I couldn't not pay attention to Ali MacGraw. I wasn't zen enough to disregard her. Just thinking about her hurts me. I don't remember Sally Struthers. Must've turned it off before she came in.

Last night we watched The Constant Gardener (got our money's worth on netflix this weekend). It was not bad. The other movie we have is Nights of Cabiria. We have to psych ourselves up for subtitles.

ivanomartin said...

Al Lettieri, who played Sollozzo in the Godfather, plays one of the bank robbers. He kidnaps a very young Struthers and her husband, played by Jack Dodson of the Andy Griffith Show, who ends up killing himself.

Have you seen The Wild Bunch or Straw Dogs? Both better films than The Getaway (which I still like a lot, though).

chanchow said...

None of this rings a bell. I saw up to the part where Ali MacGraw brings Doc home from jail. They wake up the next morning, he's making her eggs, she says something, and I turned it off.

Haven't seen Wild Bunch or Straw Dogs. Is Wild Bunch with Marlon Brando, or is that the Wild One? In any case, they all seem very masculine-oriented. Maybe I should give them a shot.

ivanomartin said...

Wow--you didn't get very far at all. After he gets sprung from jail, he ends up getting roped into one more bank job, which goes badly and ends up w/ the robbers either getting killed or having to scatter in different directions (Res. Dogs, anyone?). They all end up at the same old hotel and McQueen blows them away w/ a shotgun.

The Wild Ones is the Brando biker movie. The Wild Bunch is about a band of aging Old West outlaws around the turn of the century who get together for a bank robbery that (surprise, surprise) goes badly and ends up w/ one or two of them getting killed. The rest flee to Mexico, all the while being chased by US gunmen.

Straw Dogs is with Dustin Hoffman. He plays a nebbish math professor who marries an English woman. They both move to rural Yorkshire, where (I think) Hoffman starts teaching at the local uni. He starts taking a lot of shit from local farmboy types, who obviously don't consider him a "real man." The bullying gets worse and worse and ends up resulting in some shooting.

With the possible exception of Sam Fuller, Peckinpah is probably the most "masculine-oriented" director ever.