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Box of Moonlight
11.26.2002 by Dan Beirne, every Wednesday.


Nathan Lane comes over every Wednesday to the house to watch a movie, or just chat with Dan. Dan found these little chats so interesting, he decided to tape-record them and tell the world all the neat things Nathan had to say about movies and stuff.


Wednesday, October 16th, cloudy

Box of Moonlight (1996) Al Fountain is the boss that gets made fun of on a construction job. The job ends early, and instead of going directly home, he decides to take a detour, which might just do him some good. Starring John Turturro, Sam Rockwell, Catherine Keener, and directed by Tom Dicillo.

Me: That was great.

Nathan: Yeah, it was.

Me: Yeah, it was.

(my watch beeps because the hour just changed)

Me: Makes me feel all kinda warm.

Nathan: Did you feel that?

Me: Yeah, I did. I felt warm. Well, I feel warm.

Nathan: No, I mean, did you feel that? That thing just now?

Me: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I feel warm right now.

Nathan: No it's like--

Me: Like an emotion.

Nathan: No, just let me finish--

(my mom coming home early for some reason. I found out later her painting class got cancelled that day.)

My mom: Hi boys! Hi Nathan!

Nathan: Hi Mrs. Beirne!

Me: Hi Mom!

My mom: Hi!

Me: I'm sorry I cut you off.

Nathan: No, you didn't, I--

My mom: Can I get you boys anything? Do you want some cheese and crackers?

Me: Yeah, sure. Do you want some?

Nathan: Yeah, sure.

My mom: Okay, I'll make up a plate.

Nathan: Thank you.

Me: Thanks.

Nathan: What I was saying was, you didn't cut me off, I just think you might have glossed over some really important discrepencies about his character.

Me: Like what?

Nathan: Well, like--

My mom: Hi, oh sorry, (in a whisper) do you want lemonade?

Nathan: Uh, sure.

Me: Yeah, sure.

My mom: (still in a whisper) Okay, great. Sorry to disturb.

Me: It's okay. Thanks!

Nathan: Yes, thank you.

My mom: You're welcome.

Nathan: Well, there were some discrepencies in his character. Like, on the surface it seems like he makes really big changes in life but there's no sign--

(I think a fly might have landed on the microphone or something, because there's a really loud buzzing noise on this part of the tape. So I'll just write it as best as I can understand it.)

Nathan: --tatty really should prove he's a person who's tall. I think we all climb together in the real world and don't sniff what where is good.

(the buzzing stops so I can hear the rest from this point on.)

Me: Yeah, you have a point. I mean, I saw that stuff, I guess, subconsciously, but probably didn't think about it.

Nathan: Which is good, I guess. Maybe he knew a regular audience wouldn't notice stuff like that.

(sound of a glass breaking)

My mom: Oh, shoot!

Me: Are you okay?

Nathan: Yes, are you all right, Mrs. Beirne?

My mom: Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, shoot. I dropped your lemonade, Nathan, I'm sorry.

Nathan: Oh, that's okay.

My mom: Here you go.

Me: Thanks, mom.

Nathan: Yes, thank you.

My mom: You're welcome. Sorry again about that.

Nathan: That's okay.

(a beep from the driveway.)

Nathan: Oh, well, I have to get going anyway.

My mom: Oh, do you want like a pear for the road or something?

Nathan: Uh, no thanks.

My mom: Okay, I'm going to come out and see Diana.

Nathan: Oh, sure.

My mom: Come on, Dan.

Me: Oh, okay.

(I decided to bring the tape recorder, but since Nathan found out I do these, he makes me send each one to him first for approval. Well, he didn't approve of me including the last part. But he said he'd give the transcript to anyone that asked him.)

As always, you can mail Nathan at hakunamattata69@hotmail.com, to talk about movies, or just chat about whatever.




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