THE FUTURIST! is experimenting with a tumblr account blog.
This would not mean the end of this fount of information you are currently reading and have grown accustomed to, but you may be interested in seeing what he has composed or posted on this other blog.
In honor of director JOHN LANDIS' birthday today, THE FUTURIST! posts a trailer, as usual, but a trailer from the TRAILERS FROM HELL website which features Mr. Landis narrating over a trailer from PLANET OF THE APES (1968).
Happy Birthday, Mr. Landis. THE FUTURIST!'s "See You Next Wednesday" weekly trailer feature was originally created in reference to you and a trademark feature in most of your films.
THE FUTURIST! is experimenting with a tumblr account blog.
This would not mean the end of this fount of information you are currently reading and have grown accustomed to, but you may be interested in seeing what he has composed or posted on this other blog.
THE FUTURIST! feels a bit melancholy today ... but when doesn't he? Being that par for the course, his Saturday music post for today is a bit of music of lament from a movie that means very much to him ... so very much. One day perhaps, he will reveal why BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID is such an important movie in his life, but for now let him just present this bit of music without much explanation. The composer of the score that many questioned at its release is by Burt Bacharach. A western with music by Burt Bacharach ... ah ... there you have the criticism. THE FUTURIST! says, "Who cares?!!"
Listen and think of your regrets:
NOT GOIN' HOME ANYMORE composed by Burt Bacharach from the film BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID (1969)
There has been a heat wave embracing the United States and THE FUTURIST! has felt it's horrible humid, sticky, suffocating, stinky hug every single minute in Utter Despair, NJ. Oh, it is so so hot. One must find shelter in their home and shopping malls and their own place of employment ... that is if these places have air conditioners or central air cooling systems. Thankfully most are equipped with the environmentally controlled cooling invention of Man's Ingenuity in beating the heat. THE FUTURIST! leaves one cooled dwelling for another ... into his car ... then into another place of air conditioning. The other night, THE FUTURIST! left a building and it was dark and still ... just the sound of buzzing cicadas ... and the air was so thick and wet ... it felt like he was inhaling aerosol canned cheese spray. He was carrying some papers and they started to curl from the humidity. His clothing immediately felt like it had shrunk and adhered itself to his limbs and other areas not to be mentioned that are covered by unmentionables. The atmosphere felt other worldly ... as if he had walked onto the surface of Mars or Jupiter.
Today it felt like the heat wave had subsided a bit. It was not as humid ... still rather warm. THE FUTURIST! does not like the heat or the Summer Time.
Please listen to Mr. Cole Porter's song about heat and not wanting to do much of anything ... especially "pitching the woo" when it's just too too hot.
IT'S TOO DARN HOT performed by Ella Fitzgerald written by Cole Porter