James Garner and my weekend

Let's continue our tour through all things Philip Marlowe. Our next stop is James Garner in the film aptly titled, "Marlowe" which came out in 1969 and was directed by Paul Bogart. Bogart was a television director and Garner was Maverick. Bruce Lee has a bit role in this as Winslow Wong. "Marlowe" is based on Chandler's "The Little Sister" The beginning of the film has Marlowe taking pictures of a couple at the pool with really great hippie psychedelic music blasting. Then Marlowe walks to a hippies house with a bunch of deadbeats sleeping on the front lawn. At this point, I'm really excited at the thought of Marlowe versus the Hippies! Perfect! Then Marlowe starts talking to one of them and that is when I realized that the movie that I am watching is dubbed in Spanish. I don't know if you know this about me, but I don't in any way speak or understand Spanish. So, for the film I think that I missed a lot of what was going on, but it did seem that James Garner was doing an adequate job with the role. I'm going to look for a copy of this in English and hopefully we can return to it later. But so far I will say that Garner is already above Mitchum and definitely above Robert Montgomery, who if you recall from the last post, I believe is an idiot-fuck. So hopefully we can come back to this one, but if not we'll just have to rank it the way it is. Up next "The Falcon Takes Over".

How was your weekend? Mine was pretty good. I worked throughout. Did some homework. Went to Brandon's house, drank beers with B. and John and Matthew and J.P. Listened to The Vivian Girls on the wrong speed. Ate gross pizza. Sent out text messages. Immediately full of regret and anxiety. Then I calmed the fuck down. Watched a little bit of The World Baseball Classic. Wasn't sure who to root for. John said U.S.A. Made a silent decision to not root for anyone. Watched Rope. Rooted for Jimmy Stewart. Rode in a car, twice. Found myself in Chinatown. Was constantly concerned about the complete absence of any structure in my life. Thought about moving to Los Angeles to go to school. Thought about talking to this one girl. Never got around to it. Felt indifferent. Ate lots of cookies. Thought about doing laundry. Read some from "This Ain't The Summer of Love" which is a scholarly report on punk and metal, which was a Christmas present from Logan. Called Logan. Logan was busy. J.P. brought me a plate of BBQ. I tried to share with Cat. She was grossed out. She told me about fetuses in eggs. I was grossed out. Neisean fell asleep on at a couch at bar in Chinatown. People now use the term boogie, in a good way. Didn't feel good about that in any way. Especially lumped together with the word "sweater" then it's especially dumb. Bought a switchblade over the internet. Began doing a storyboard for a little movie. Did research on dice games. Drank a bunch of coffee.