The Gold Rush
8.26.2003 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, 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.
(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?
Me: You're going to make me--
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.
'half'ing it: staying small-time, show for your parents, paintings on the sidewalk, etc.