Friday night productivity, because I’m an adult. An adult who made steak and French fries for dinner. An adult who still eats like he’s in his 20s. Then again, I was poor in my 20s and never bought steak. You know, this whole bit seemed so much better in my head. I’m sorry. But also, it’s half past ten and I don’t feel like starting this production diary over from scratch. Fuck it. Ship it. Am I right?
Tonight’s actual productivity included line edits on Stray Dog Strut and a first pass at substantive edits on Honky Tonk Woman. I left in the part about Dan Harmon, but I took out the part about how I’ve spent my life trying to avoid reading Goethe. I’m saddened to see that bit end up in the refuse pile. As compensation, I moved up a very cutting zinger at the expense of Ryan Gosling to the start of the review.
That’s right, Gosling, I took a swipe at your stupid handsome face and dreamy eyes. I don’t care that you make smart movies and are a strong character actor. Ryan Reynolds is still my favourite Canadian Ryan. Yes, even after Green Lantern.