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 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, August 5th, two-thousand and cloudy The Gold Rush (1925): Everybody Tries. Directed by Charlie Chaplin (Nathan is seated on a throne, me at his feet, lookin' out the window) Nathan: So, tell me. Me: Tell you what? Nathan: What you've been doing? Me: You want me to complain? (a car bomb goes off, unnoticed) Nathan: If you like. Me: Nah, I'm through complaining. (Nathan laughs, I'm not sure why) Nathan: But seriously, about the movie... Me: Yeah, right, Chaplin's the best. Nathan: Not so detailed. Me: He paints on the pathos like peanut butter wallpaper Nathan: We take and we give, we take and we give. Me: Yeah, I'd agree with that. (the iTunes cross-fades Monster Mash and Fake Plastic Trees. My heart does the same) Nathan: I'd forgotten why those girls never showed up at his party. It turns out they were just assholes. Me: I imagine myself doing the dinner roll dance at a party. Someone says, "You stole that from Chaplin," and I would reply, "And he stole it from his father, and so on." Nathan: Add cold water first, then add hot water to warm it up. Me: You stole that from-- Nathan: I KNOW (Nathan laughs again, but this time, he's not smiling, just laughing. It's really eerie.) Me: If you listen to music, the cymbal comes up a lot more than you'd think. Nathan: Maybe your music. Me: What do you think Charlie Chaplin listened to? Nathan: Surely not just classical music or something else so predictable. Me: Surely. Nathan: Sure. Me: Sue. (a long pause. count it down) Nathan: Do you think you can 'half' it and win? Me: Surely not. Nathan: Yes you do. Me: But he must have 'half'ed it. Nathan: Certainly not. Me: How do you know? Nathan: Look at me. Me: But everyone's different. Nathan: You are just as black as me and Jordan. Me: Everyone gets there their own way. Nathan: Maybe not as thin. Me: I don't know how to 'whole' it. Nathan: Too bad, left in the dust. Me: Oh, everyone's dust, I assume? Nathan: Mine. Me: You're going to make me-- Nathan: Jordan's. Me: Please-- Nathan: Choke and die. Me: You'll die before the year is out. Nathan: Big words. Words that are Big. Me: Fall asleep on New Year's Eve-ning. Nathan: Can't get there on Big Words. (it's so quiet, you can hear us thinking, but even that's pretty quiet) as always, you can e-mail Nathan, to talk about movies or just chat about whatever. Notes: 'half'ing it: staying small-time, show for your parents, paintings on the sidewalk, etc. |
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