5.14.2003 by , 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.
First, I thought I'd include a message that Nathan left on my machine. I don't think he remembers leaving it, but I felt it was relevant.
Nathan: Hey, Dan, what's up? This is Nathan. Hey. Um, I'm here with a couple friends, we're just hangin' out, havin' a few, and somebody mentioned that I should call you....oh, hold on...what? Oh, yeah, it was Austin Power 2 that told me to call you. Haha! Rowan, I'm kidding! Rowan, look at me! ....Anyway, Dan, I know you're working on that site or whatever but if you have some time you should tot-- (he hung up)
Okay, now here's the tape:
Wednesday, May 7th, cloudy
Faces (1963): A married couple have a fight and spend an evening being unfaithful, but then morning hits and nothing has changed. Starring John Marley, Lynn Carlin, Seymour Cassel, and Gena Rowlands, directed by John Cassavetes.
(oh, by the way, we're on a chairlift going up a mountain)
Nathan: I could've watched two more hours of that, it was so damned interesting.
Me: I don't know, the scenes went on kind of long, no?
Nathan: Life goes on kinda long, Dan.
Me: Um, yeah.
Nathan: Is that Cynthia?
Me: In the pink one-piece?
Me: I don't know. I don't think so.
Nathan: I think it is. I'm pretty sure it is.
Cynthia: (skiing by on the mountain way below) Dan! Nathan!
Me: Hi! I guess it is.
Nathan: That stupid skank!
Me: So, in the movie, was Chet like what Cassavetes hated about some people, or--
Nathan: Showing up here, I think she followed us!
Me: --'cause it seemed like 'the unexamined life' you know, someone who just doesn't care--
Nathan: And saying hi like it doesn't mean anything! What a skank!
Me: --does Cassavetes like any character in this movie?
Nathan: He loves everyone. He even loves you.
Nathan: Ah, I hate her so much I want to suck out my eyes with my ski goggles.
Me: Maybe you're trying too hard.
Nathan: I'm trying too hard? She followed us here!
Me: What do you want to watch next week?
Nathan: I got another pity message on my answering machine last night: "Oh, hey Nathan, it's Cynthia", that's the worst part. I know who she is!
Me: Home Alone?
Nathan: Gad, every time is like she's spitting acid in my stomach!!
Me: But your stomach alrea--
Nathan: And a pink one-piece?! What is that?!
(the chairlift stops)
Me: Someone must have fallen down.
Nathan: Yeah, I think I can.
Me: You think you can what?
(Nathan lifts the safety bar and jumps 100 feet to the hill)
as always, you can e-mail Nathan to talk about movies or just chat about whatever.
Home Alone (1993): The scariest Stephen King book I have ever read.