One Day and Counting

It's funny to deal with the knowledge that my book is going to be in stores (supposedly) tomorrow.

I started writing this story in 2006. It's actually sort of awful to think that it took that long (at that rate, I'd only have about five more books left in me before I die … which is probably pretty accurate, unfortunately). Books take too fucking long to write. Books are for suckers.

Meanwhile I'm working super hard on my lecture … it's sucking up all my time and energy, but I am finding some superb clips. The latest is "Party at Kitty and Stud's," which I think I mentioned last time I checked in here. All I can say is, "Sylvester Stallone" and "Sexploitation. And then the next thing is "fantastic genius."

 

The :49 sec mark is a nice place to start on this li'l turd. It's actually interesting to see how awful an actor Stallone is. That makes me happy. He got way better, didn't he? (There's hope for us all!) My favorite Stallone movie, just in terms of performance, has to be First Blood. I think he may have only two to three spoken lines in that film, but he's just gripping to watch. First Blood is a borderline exploitation film, in that you come for the action sequences, you come for the guns … but it actually delivers on what it proffers, and I guess that's the difference. Exploitation films don't really deliver on their promises. Maybe that's what makes them what they are. Maybe that's what makes them great. You are allowed to read them across the grain; you are allowed to witness the camp.

Failure is what makes this particular genre of films great.

Books, sadly, have no such fallback plan.