The Wicker Man
6.25.2003 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.
Wednesday, in June, two thousand and cloudy
The Wicker Man (1973): Police Sgt. Howie, of the Scottish mainland, receives an anonymous letter from the offshore community of Summerisle, asking him to investigate the disappearance of a young girl there.
(I'm visiting Nathan in prison)
Nathan: I'm in a farmhouse, I'm in a farmhouse..-oh, hey, Dan. I thought you were a prostitute?
Me: Are you all right, man?
Nathan: What do you want?
(there's a sign on the wall that reads, "all conversations will be tape recorded")
Me: I thought we could watch a movie.
Nathan: What do you got?
Me: I've got The Wicker Man and Charlie's Angels.
Nathan: All they watch in here is Charlie's Angels, so let's go Wicked Man.
Me: Um, okay.
Nathan: And let's make it quicker, man, we don't have long.
(during the movie you can hear clicks and giggles, they're all coming from Nathan)
Nathan: Well, thanks Dan. Now I wish you were a prostitute.
Me: I talked to Cynthia the other day.
Nathan: You take that back!
Me: Sorry I take it back. Interesting, though, eh?
(the clock struck three)
Nathan: I don't want to talk about that movie.
Nathan: And I'm still mad at you.
Me: So I guess I'll talk about it then.
Nathan: I'm in a grocery store, and they're playing live music.
Me: It was a strange piece...
Nathan: I'm flying over a green hazy field at twilight.
Me: But strange as it was, I found a certain cohesiveness of mood.
Nathan: Sewers exploding endless garbage. But on cue.
Me: I didn't feel it was just craziness for its own sake, you know? Like it had a purpose.
Nathan: I'm the passenger in a Suzuki Swift. The most enormous girl is driving in a tank top.
(you can hear a muffled scream. it was either a prisoner being tortured down the hall, or the White Stripes concert going on outside)
Me: It seems like a such an easy movie to hate, yet no one who sees it really hates it...
Nathan: Single mother dragging a bored-looking girl by her hair.
Me: ..Or at least that's the way it seems.
Nathan: I watched him. I could tell he was trying to think of something clever to say.
Me: Am I making any sense?
Nathan: Let's get one thing straight. It means no worries.
Me: No, I'm not.
(the warden opens the door)
My mom: Time's up, Lane.
Nathan: Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Me: Good luck.
Nathan: Don't talk to me. Let's not talk.
Me: Right. Sometimes it feels forced, doesn't it?
Nathan: When they're not laughing, they're not laughing.
as always, you can e-mail Nathan to talk about movies or just chat about whatever.
Wake up before 10
eat a good breakfast (yeah, right)
get things ready in general
make that cd