tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70740507581058581442024-03-14T07:37:42.155-07:00Cocoa and Caffeine Hollywood TravelsThis is an ever-evolving story of a girl writer and her two greatest loves, the movies and travel. As she hikes the trenches of Hollywood, you're brought along for the ride.KLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801534136560322229noreply@blogger.comBlogger355125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074050758105858144.post-61623708876902936112016-06-13T18:36:00.001-07:002016-06-13T18:36:15.555-07:00#Orlando With So Many Grieving -- Let's Love Each Other<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I decided on neither of these things. Instead, I swept it up and took it outside. There, out of public view, I laid it down on a soft patch of grass. I returned to the patio, broom in hand, feeling satisfied that I'd respected its tiny life and let nature take its course. <span style="color: blue;"> <b>It was then that I looked down to see something else: a small, rainbow-colored leaf [pictured above.] <i> Strange, I thought.</i></b></span><b> </b> It's not the time of year for leaves to change color, but the weather had been unseasonably cool the last few days in Southern California. Maybe the trees were getting confused, I told myself. But this was the <b>only</b> colored leaf. We don't get many colored leaves in L.A. I bent down to pick it up and brought it inside. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>All of the above occurred Sunday (June 12, 2016) <span style="color: red;">BEFORE</span> I learned of the events in Orlando, early that morning. By the time I'd poured my coffee, I'd become shockingly aware. </b></span> Like many others, I learned of the horror at Pulse nightclub in Orlando, not from the newspaper in my hand, but from social media. The news so fresh, that it didn't make it by press time of the Los Angeles Times that morning. That morning, newspapers on the West Coast had been printed and deliveries had been made. Sunday morning, like always. Except it wasn't. </div>
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People celebrating the weekend and each other, had lost their lives. Countless others had been rushed to emergency rooms, some in the back of police cruisers when the city of Orlando ran out of ambulances. </div>
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Families and friends had lost loved ones and a pieces of themselves that
they'll never recover, no matter how long they grieve. Others would
only learn later if their loved ones made it out in time. <b><span style="color: blue;">Many are
still waiting... waiting for a complete casualty list to be published
so they can file their fingers down the names and hope there's no one
they recognize. Knowing that, chances are, they will know someone and
even if they don't, their heart will be broken just the same.</span></b></div>
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Senseless tragedy. No matter how you look at it. Grief so immense that it's impossible to fathom. Most of the time I don't believe in signs or omens or superstitions, but when I think of that tiny bird, that leaf... I know the universe sometimes provides warnings, tiny details that beckon us to take notice of the beauty of our surroundings and the fragility of life.</div>
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<b>During routine errands this afternoon, I saw two other images that stick in my mind: </b></div>
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One, was a Caucasian man, mid-thirties, standing in line at the bank. He had a shaved head and his neck and arms were covered in tattoos. Then, I noticed something else. Both of his legs were covered with large tattoos that spelled out the word <b>S-U-R-V-I-V-O-R</b>. The letters were so large, anyone could read them from across the room. </div>
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Driving home, I found myself behind an old car, weighed down with the possessions of its occupants. From the rearview mirror hung a large Star Of David. Flying in the breeze and prominently anchored onto the back of the car, was a frayed American Flag. Tattered as it was, I noticed because I hadn't seen an American flag like that on someone's car since 9/11.</div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><b> No matter your belief system, your religion, your country of origin, your political affiliations or your sexual orientation, we are all SURVIVORS-- each and every day that we wake up.</b></span> My heart grieves for Orlando and the senseless violence that happens everywhere, around the globe, every single day. The violence we never hear about... the violence that is happening somewhere... right now... as I type this. </div>
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There will always be villians and evilness in the world. But may they always be outnumbered by heroes and goodness. Love and kindness. Generosity and forgiveness. <span style="color: blue;"><b>Let us remember the heroes. For heroes exist among us. Some of them are in uniform, but the vast majority of them are just like you and I. Dressed in plain clothes, they walk among us, and become heroes on days when they least expect it. Days when they are least prepared for it. Days like Sunday morning. </b></span> My love to them always.</div>
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Tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. Life is short. Let's love each other. Please.</div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Work, lots of work</b></span>. For months it was literally all I did. I've worked on several movies back-to-back. None of them are in theatres yet, but they will be soon. One premiered at Cannes, directed by a filmmaker most people would know (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4513674/">Woody Allen</a>.) Two films were period pieces and one is a quasi-sci-fi, not-too-far-in-the-distant-future thing. All the time travel at work has made the contemporary world rather boring. Odds are, my next project will be present day. This almost makes me sad. We'll see...<br />
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Apart from that, I'm finally getting to a place where I feel like I'm accomplishing some goals I set for myself long ago. I still feel like an outsider alot of the time, but instead of letting this work against me, I now "own" my awkwardness. Sometimes, it puts me at a great advantage. After all, outsiders tend to be more observant and are also often highly creative since we see the world in ways others don't.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>I've put more time and energy into my writing.</b></span> Primarily I've been focusing on short stories, but I'm also currently working on a screenplay with a co-writer. Rejection notices have become my friends, but lately I've gotten a few more of these neon green <b><span style="color: lime;">ACCEPTANCE</span></b> <span style="color: white;"></span>notifications. They're like little green monsters I'd be inclined to ghost-bust if I wasn't so happy to see them. [Among those publications who have most recently published my work are <i><a href="https://chicagoliterati.com/2015/10/01/a-small-act-of-rebellion-by-kendra-liedle/">Chicago Literati</a>, <a href="http://www.thegamblermag.com/kendra-liedle/">The Gambler Magazine</a>, Dual Coast Magazine</i>, and <a href="http://www.thegriefdiaries.org/fiction-by-kendra-liedle/"><i>The Grief Diaries</i></a>. ]<br />
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It's very easy to let show biz suck every morsel of my life, but I've tried really hard to maintain a sense of work-life balance. There are other things I'd like to do with my life. The work-balance thing is a constant struggle. These days, it's become a goal unto itself. Like happiness...<br />
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Besides my own writing, I read a lot. This has always been the case. Even if I'm working and I have a 4AM call time, I'll get up early to have coffee, read the paper or snag a few moments with a good book. I just finished <a href="https://projecthappiness.com/"><i>The Happiness Project</i></a> by Gretchen Rubin. Before that, it was <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Not-Me-Mindy-Kaling/dp/0804138141">Why (Not) Me</a> </i>by Mindy Kaling. Now, it's Judd Apatow's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sick-Head-Conversations-About-Comedy/dp/0812997573"><i>Sick In The Head: Conversations About Life And Comedy</i></a>.<br />
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- Bought a laminator (!!!) <i>for work</i> but ALSO to exercise my creativity and make my hand-designed greeting cards look even more professional. <br />
-Purchased my first major appliance! A jet-black, General Electric Refrigerator. (The old one, gifted to me by a neighbor 15 years ago, finally gave out.)<br />
-Dated a bit here and there, mostly there. I'm so confused. It's always confusing, isn't it??!!<br />
-Grabbing the mike at stand-up comedy open-mic nights. (Might as well entertain people with my awkward weirdness...)<br />
-Going to all the doctor appointments I've been putting off.<br />
-Watching movies, TV, documentaries and stand-up comedy specials. <br />
- Dreamily planning vacations I can't actually afford.<br />
-Finding ways to avoid driving my car unless absolutely necessary. Mostly, it's been necessary. (Thanks, Los Angeles.) <br />
-Visiting family, the few who are left... <br />
-Improving my Spanish vocabulary.<br />
-Teaching myself French from scratch thanks to Duolingo and Memrise. (Uh-oh, now even my Spanish has a weird French accent.)<br />
-Planning new adventures and plotting my escape (don't tell anyone...)<br />
-Looking for work because for the 1st time in a long while, it's been S-L-O-W.<br />
-Living life because this is all I have. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b>"Basically, this is a handmade, one guy paid for it version of a thing that is usually made by a giant corporation" --Louis C.K. on making his new show, "Horace & Pete"</b></span></span><br />
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If you didn't otherwise know, Louis C.K. sent a surprise message to everyone on his email newsletter list telling them about his new super secret, no-one-knew-he-was-even-working-on-it, totally independent new series, "Horace & Pete." The very first episode is available exclusively on his website for the good ol' C.K. $5bucks. (Episode 2 will be $3 dollars and the rest will be $2 dollars thereafter.) It's a business model that works for him, allows him to do whatever the fuck he wants on a shoestring budget without the interference of a studio, a network, a corporation, his parents, etc.<br />
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Because I respect the guy and I think it's a rarity to have the balls to break away and do things the hard way in exchange for creative freedom, I actually responded to his email message. Even though it's an email newsletter sent from an info@_______ email address and most likely will never get read by anyone on his end. I'm posting it here--not because I think anyone else gives a shit what I think, but mostly because I took the time to write it and maybe someday down the line, I'll wanna read what I wrote without having to troll through my own old emails to find it. So here ya go... And yeah, give "Horace & Pete" a shot. It's got a great cast who are all good at keeping secrets because I don't know anyone who knew anyone that knew about this show before Louis released it to the world. That alone, is an achievement.<br />
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<span id="yiv5399915290yui_3_16_0_1_1454629945689_4693">Hello Louis,</span></div>
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for posting this! I enjoy your email newsletters nearly as much as
your shows. You're a talented guy (goes without saying) but more
importantly than that--- You do things your own way. The best part
about growing up is learning not to care what other people think. It
doesn't matter. Pick something. Be passionate about it. And get out
there and do it! Don't let anybody say you can't. Sure, it's way
harder. Most people slug through their lives and put in their time,
bitching about the stuff they wish they could do. Let's face it, that's
just way easier. Truth: most people are lazy. Even more lack passion
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<span id="yiv5399915290yui_3_16_0_1_1454629945689_4693"></span><span id="yiv5399915290yui_3_16_0_1_1454629945689_4693">But you? I have nothing but respect for you. Best of luck to you and the cast & crew of "Horace & Pete." </span></div>
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I believe in ribbons and shiny gift wrap. I believe it's the thought that counts. I believe that presentation makes the gift, that personal touches are the most meaningful of all. Whether you celebrate Christmas or not, I wish you a joyous and peaceful day filled with wonder and happiness.</div>
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although that's an amazingly beautiful thing, it can also lead us to
dark places that we have to find our way out of without a flashlight.
It happens to me from time to time. Unpredictably and inconveniently,
without warning... It never gets easier, but you learn to manage through
it, to let it pass, to keep walking even though you don't know when (or
if) you'll find enough light within yourself to escape. But <span class="text_exposed_show">you
have to embrace the darkness, to let it pass through you and believe
that there is more than just this. There is life waiting for you on the
other side. Life and beauty and art and love. ~KLiedle/@cococaffeine</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style="color: red;">"Once my stepdad asked me, 'What does [depression] feel like?' And I
said, 'It feels like I'm desperately homesick, but I'm home.' "</span> <span style="color: red;">--Sarah Silverman</span></b></span><br />
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Honored to have my short story published in The Fiction Issue of Chicago Literati today! <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Fiction?src=hash">#Fiction</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/ChicagoLiterati?src=hash">#ChicagoLiterati</a> <a href="https://t.co/bDGaIDggrQ">https://t.co/bDGaIDggrQ</a></div>
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There's a history behind baseball. A connection to the past. A tradition to enjoy into the future. It's a sport I've always loved. I can watch 'Field Of Dreams' any day. I've seen Ken Burns baseball documentary. Sometimes, I'll listen to a ballgame on AM radio while sitting in traffic just so I can feel like I'm at the ballpark. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><b>And so there's a sadness I feel when autumn rolls around and I hear the beginnings of football being uttered on the airwaves. Because the next baseball season feels so far away...</b></span></span><br />
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Sure, we're<i> </i>well into football season but in Sunday's <b>Los Angeles Times,</b> baseball still reigned. And I was delighted to see this. The cover story of the travel section highlighted Cooperstown, New York. Someday, I want to visit Cooperstown, home to Baseball's Hall Of Fame. As kids, my father talked about taking my brother there. But never me. Maybe because I'm a girl and he didn't think I'd be interested. Although I may not be fanatical about rooting for certain teams, I enjoy baseball for the true sense of it-- for the pure 'love of the game.'<br />
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<b>Neftalie Williams</b>, a USC grad student, grew up riding skateboards, not eating hotdogs and watching ballplayers with awe at a local ballpark. But for the next five years, his life will be all about baseball. His mission is to document the momentous and rocky beginnings of Major League Baseball's racial integration from 1947 to 1971. He wants to capitalize on living history by reaching out to each and every living African-American baseball player from that era. His hope is to interview them on camera, record their thoughts, their stories, their emotions from that time. By the end, if it all goes well, he'll not only have a comprehensive catalog of baseball's history, but our history as well. I wish him the best of luck in his mission. I think it's an absolutely worthwhile cause and a project I feel I'd enjoy researching myself. Without <b><i>The Los Angeles Times</i></b>, I never would've heard of Neftalie Williams nor his baseball project or his passion. To learn more, read the original article, <a href="http://home.cableone.net/news/read/category/Sports/article/los_angeles_times-living_bridges_to_baseball_history-tca">Living Bridges To History </a>by LA Times writer, Zach Helfand.<br />
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Follow this link to read the full content of Ernie Harwell's 1955 baseball essay, '<a href="http://www.sportingnews.com/mlb/story/2010-05-05/game-for-all-america">The Game For All America</a>.'<br />
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<script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><b>There is no Emmy or Oscar category available for Film and Television Location professionals. However, once a year, we do get recognized by the California On Location Awards (COLA Awards.) </b></span></span><b> </b><br />
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<b>Today, nominations for the 2015 COLA Awards were announced and I'm proud to say that our Location Team for "True Detective" is one of the finalists. </b> I worked on the show for seven months last year. In that time, we shot all eight episodes of the season like back-to-back feature films. It was a huge and ambitious undertaking.<br />
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Although this past season was widely panned by critics and audiences for varying reasons, that in no way detracts from the immense effort that all of us put forth in scouting far and wide for gritty and unique locations for the show. Scouting took place all over Southern California and points North and once those locations were secured, coordination to make filming happen was an immense task all its own. Congrats to everyone nominated for the COLAs. Because more often, we aren't noticed at all, but on-location filming is an important component to giving life to film and television productions.<br />
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Has it really been 3 years? Location Department office from the movie, <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Nebraska?src=hash">#Nebraska</a>. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/ThrowbackThursday?src=hash">#ThrowbackThursday</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/NebraskaMovie?src=hash">#NebraskaMovie</a> <a href="http://t.co/TYGHTdqSkM">pic.twitter.com/TYGHTdqSkM</a></div>
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The Best Days Of Mabel Gordon now available on Amazon <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/KendraLiedleWriting?src=hash">#KendraLiedleWriting</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/TheBestDaysOfMabelGordon?src=hash">#TheBestDaysOfMabelGordon</a> <a href="http://t.co/7OxzJF6NjU">http://t.co/7OxzJF6NjU</a> via <a href="https://twitter.com/amazon">@amazon</a></div>
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The other day, I made a long overdue visit to <b><a href="http://www.paleycenter.org/">The Paley Center For Media</a> </b>here in Los Angeles. With locations in New York and Los Angeles, The Paley Center is a nonprofit agency that showcases the importance of media in society. They have unparalleled archives of television shows, advertising, and news clips that anyone from the public can access from their library. They also host exhibits and special events throughout the year.<br />
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Burns, Joe Dimaggio and Marilyn Monroe. As a writer and lover of classy
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Any TV show presents its challenges due to intense scheduling and frantic pacing. To put this into <br />
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So what have I been doing with my time? I've been reading (currently: Amy Poehler's '<b>Yes Please</b>.') I'm co-writing another screenplay and working on my next short story collection, <b>'<span style="color: red;">The Best Days Of Mabel Gordon</span>.'</b> Excerpts from the upcoming book can be found <span style="color: blue;"><b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/ThisIsHowWeEnd">here</a></b></span>. I've been hanging out with my two cats (one of whom is pictured here), getting dressed up and going out for a change, taking long walks, exploring the world around me... Essentially, enjoying everything I can during the time I have before the next job takes over.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmJ4qQLAbLAjCF6pKt_Xc6TtH7nwUSYqNqb3Fczhiz1Hmgnjuy449ELfuq1rhERYTya9zPom0_OR27mboxfgisM1yScO8kf4ib2bkuyqKAQrd8Sr9Ez4hOAdDCJTNoEcgDqrWKd0qocFp/s1600/mirmir_059550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmJ4qQLAbLAjCF6pKt_Xc6TtH7nwUSYqNqb3Fczhiz1Hmgnjuy449ELfuq1rhERYTya9zPom0_OR27mboxfgisM1yScO8kf4ib2bkuyqKAQrd8Sr9Ez4hOAdDCJTNoEcgDqrWKd0qocFp/s200/mirmir_059550.jpg" width="200" /></a>And that last job? I met some terrific people, many of whom I miss seeing on a daily basis. <br />
I'll also miss the purple blossoms on the tree outside my office window at the studio. Whenever I was at my most stressed, I would take a deep breath, stretch out my arms and gaze at that tree for a few moments-- it reminded of the simplicity and beauty of life--- the exact things I'm able to enjoy up close now that I have the time for them.<br />
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We're all in a hurry these days, aren't we? But it shouldn't be that way. There's no reason for it to be that way. Because our own well-being is worth far more than that. Living our lives and appreciating beauty is worth far more than that. Experiencing love and giving love and writing about life and talking to people, even strangers, is worth more than that. Instead, many of us spend much of our lives glued to our computers, chained to our email and entranced by our smartphones-- as though these gadgets are our friends.<br />
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A friend posted this video today and it made me think of all this. I'm officially on-the-mend, but last week was not an example of good luck. The only <i>good</i> thing is that it's allowed me to take things slower and really appreciate the small things.<br />
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Once we run out of <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/fairytales?src=hash">#fairytales</a>, let's make a <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/liveaction?src=hash">#liveaction</a> version of every animated feature we've ever done. <a href="http://t.co/Z7oSfbzJgD">http://t.co/Z7oSfbzJgD</a> via <a href="https://twitter.com/THR">@thr</a><br />
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Whenever I become lost in a book, I always enjoy what I discover. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Bookworm?src=hash">#Bookworm</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/PrettyGirlsReadingBooks?src=hash">#PrettyGirlsReadingBooks</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/literature?src=hash">#literature</a> <a href="http://t.co/b0jnAL6Zo5">pic.twitter.com/b0jnAL6Zo5</a><br />
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Work from emerging California artist, Scott Vogel. Great stuff! <a href="http://t.co/coBvH9uolQ">http://t.co/coBvH9uolQ</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/SVogelArt?src=hash">#SVogelArt</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/LocalArt?src=hash">#LocalArt</a> <a href="http://t.co/YyWdmfz8NU">pic.twitter.com/YyWdmfz8NU</a><br />
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It's maddening how little time I have. I don't even have the time to scroll through my Netflix queue. Because that's what we all do, isn't it? Just scroll, add shit to the list, scroll some more, watch a few minutes of something, delete it. Add five more movies to the queue. Scroll some more. Check Facebook. Re-tweet something that somebody else said. All of that takes time. That I <i>do not </i>have right now. <br />
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I barely saw any of the Oscar nominated films this year. It's sad how detached I felt from the whole thing. The last movie I saw in the theater was Chris Rock's <i>Top Five</i>. I really want to see <i>Still Alice</i>, but I haven't gotten around to it. I've seen thirty minutes of <i>Birdman </i>and then I realized I'd rather be sleeping in a quiet room with no one shouting at me. Because sleep is a precious thing and I get so little of it as it is. And I just... I'll be honest. I didn't like <i>Birdman</i>.<br />
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Every year, I've religiously watched the Academy Awards from start to finish. I skip all the pre-shows and the red carpet and all of that. I tune in for the show and the show alone to get inspired by creative professionals at the top of their game. Even though I know it's political. And most of the Academy members are old white men. So they say. But working in the entertainment business is what I've chosen for my career path. It's what I'm passionate about, what I've loved since before I can remember. But for the first time ever, I was only mildly interested in the Academy Awards. Part of my apathy was due to the host, Neil Patrick Harris, whom I found to be trying way too hard to be funny. Which means I found him to be completely unfunny in a painfully awkward way. The other reason I felt so detached was because I wasn't nearly as informed about this year's nominees as I usually am and that made me feel a slight twinge of guilt. Because if there's anyone who should be informed about film and television, it's somebody like me who works in the business.<br />
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The complete irony is that working in this business has left me with little time to indulge in the entertainment that inspired me to choose this career path in the first place, especially lately. But I still love films and I love TV and that will never change. But for now, my life is the TV show I'm currently working on. I have very little personal time. And it's funny how certain things that have become part of my job seem ridiculous to anyone else. If there's one thing that demonstrates this more than anything else, it's this: On my laptop right now is a Post-It note to remind me to pay a fictional character's monthly rent for her <i>real</i> apartment. The apartment exists, the girl does not. Not in real life. And now, not only do I have to remember to pay my own rent, but I have to make sure that we pay the apartment rent for someone who does not actually exist, except in a writer's mind.<br />
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Maybe she didn't want to write me anymore. Maybe she didn't want to be friends afterall. No hard feelings, but I was worried. I wrote to her parents. I asked them to send a note just to tell me that Kumiko was okay, but I never heard anything. A couple of years ago I messaged the only Kumiko I thought "might" be her on Facebook, but again there was no response. Not even a whisper. She had simply vanished.<br />
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Although it's been years now, I like to think that maybe she's a treasure hunter, out there on some vast adventure. That makes me smile, thinking that Kumiko is out there living her life with adventure. Perhaps that's one reason why I intrigued to see the indie film, <i>Kumiko The Treasure Hunter</i> about a Japanese girl that ventures to America on an unusual quest to find treasure.<br />
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I initially heard about the film back in 2012, shortly after we'd wrapped filming the movie, <i>Nebraska</i>. It was just before Christmastime, in the dead of winter, colder than anything in Omaha. A few of us from the crew went out for drinks, a final farewell before many of us ventured back home after months away on-location. Growing up in Nebraska, I was looking forward to escaping and going back to Los Angeles where I've been living for the past decade or so. In the course of that evening, however, a girl I'd met on the crew mentioned that she was leaving to do another movie for the next several months in a place even colder and harsher than Nebraska in winter. God, I couldn't even imagine it. The place was Minnesota. The movie was <i>Kumiko The Treasure Hunter</i>.<br />
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And from the moment on, I was intrigued. I've been looking forward to seeing it ever since and I hope that I'm able to catch the film's run here in Los Angeles. <br />
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"Let's just say that my libido will always exceed my possibilities..." Classic <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/JackNicholson?src=hash">#JackNicholson</a> quote from <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Playboy?src=hash">#Playboy</a> interview, Jan 2004<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: blue;">The year 2014. Number of movies watched: 107</span></h3>
This past year has been a busy one, but I still managed to keep up with as much of my movie-viewing habits as I possibly could. Like many of you, I don't always have the opportunity (nor the inclination) to catch everything while it's playing in theaters. More often than ever before, I'm watching my entertainment via Netflix or on my iPad. Rarely do I resort to watching entertainment on my phone, however. I just can't bring myself to do that-- not on a regular basis. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Call me old-fashioned or just plain stubborn, but I feel I have a moral obligation to myself as well as the filmmaker to watch films on a properly-sized screen. </span></b><br />
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Below are my favorite films (and discoveries) from my personal 2014 movie-viewing. <b>There are many great films here and some that aren't necessarily astonishing as much as they are interesting, provocative, moving, and memorable.</b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">KENDRA'S FAVORITE FILM (AND REVISITS) - 2014</span></b></h3>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*ALIVE INSIDE (Documentary)</span></b></div>
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Music is magic. It can take us out of ourselves and create us at the same time. It's linked to moments in our lives, memories we thought were long forgotten. <i>Alive Inside</i> aims to show how personalized music can be used to salvage people from the brink of ailments such as Alzheimers and dementia and make them come to life again in ways you'll have to see to believe. Directed by Michael Rossato-Bennett. Featuring Dan Cohen, founder of Music & Memory.</div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*SCENIC ROUTE</span></b><br />
A psychological thriller directed by Kevin and Michael Goetz. Written by Kyle Killen.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL </span></b><br />
A comedy directed by Wes Anderson. Written by Stefan Zweig. Truth: At best, I'm a lukewarm fan of Wes Anderson. While I appreciate his visual style and the fairy-tale qualities of his films, sometimes these elements prove to be so visible that it takes me out of the story (which isn't necessarily a good thing.) However, I loved <i><b>Fantastic Mr. Fox</b></i> and <i><b>The Grand Budapest Hotel </b></i>made me a believer again in the uniqueness that Mr. Anderson brings to the constantly evolving mosaic of modern filmmaking. <br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*DALLAS BUYERS CLUB</span></b><br />
Directed by Jean-Marc Vallee. Written by Craig Borten and Melisa Wallack<br />
Yes, this is so <i>last year</i>, but I finally got around to seeing it and if you haven't, you should! It's a heartbreaking tale yet it's a beautiful example of how a small independent film can make a huge impact when all the creative elements align in perfect fashion.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*BLUE JASMINE</span></b><br />
Written and directed by Woody Allen. In my opinion, Cate Blanchett is one of the most underrated and brilliant actresses working today. To see her perfectly melted into the persona of a New York socialite undergoing massive personal turmoil in a script penned by Woody Allen is in a word: exquisite.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*STORIES WE TELL (Documentary)</span></b><br />
Written and directed by Sarah Polley. We all harbor secrets, some of which are hidden within families for generations. Sarah Polley is someone I hope to hear more and more about as years go by. In what seems to be a relatively short period of time by filmmaking standards, she's proven herself as a blossoming talent with impressive potential. If you see her feature film, <b><i>Take This Waltz</i> </b>prior to seeing <i><b>Stories We Tell</b></i>, it'll give you a different perspective on this very personal documentary about Sarah's family. Raw, inspiring and altogether powerful.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*SOMETHING FROM NOTHING: THE ART OF RAP (Documentary)</span></b><br />
A film about the history of rap featuring Ice-T and Dr. Dre? This is not a film I thought I'd be highlighting. However, it's a surprisingly well-done documentary about the creative process of writing music and poetry as it relates to rap. Additionally, it tells of how rap came to become a prominent music genre and why rap is both culturally and artistically important in society.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*THE BATTERED BASTARDS OF BASEBALL (Documentary)</span></b><br />
I love baseball and I like any good underdog story especially a true one, as this one is. <i><b>The Battered Bastards Of Baseball</b></i> tells the story of the surprising, yet short-lived success of the Portland Mavericks, an independent baseball team functioning outside Major League Baseball in the mid '70s. Fascinating and inspiring for anyone, especially if your heart is filled with good old-fashioned independent spirit.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*KING OF COMEDY</span></b><br />
With a name like Rupert Pupkin, it has to be good. 1982. Robert DeNiro. Jerry Lewis. Nothing more to say. If you haven't seen it, watch it now. If you've seen it before, watch it again. Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Paul D. Zimmerman.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*THANKS FOR SHARING</span></b><br />
A romantic comedy about sex addiction. Funny, honest and entertaining, it covers a subject rarely addressed in feature films beyond the occasional punch-line. Directed by Stuart Blumberg. Written by Stuart Blumberg and Matt Winston. Featuring Mark Ruffalo and Gwyneth Paltrow.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*A HIJACKING</span></b><br />
A dramatic thriller about a Danish cargo ship hijacked by Somali Pirates. In Danish with English subtitles. Written and directed by Tobias Lindholm.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*GOOD MORNING VIETNAM (1987)</span></b><br />
Showcasing the very best of Robin William's talents, he stars as a DJ who shakes things up at a US Armed Forces radio station in Vietnam. A film worth revisiting-- especially as a tribute to the supremely talented and unique force that is Robin Williams captured on film. Directed by Barry Levinson. Written by Mitch Markowitz<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*A SHORT HISTORY OF DECAY (2014)</span></b><br />
An independent comedy about a failed writer who moves in with his ailing parents in Florida. For anyone who has lovable parents that have the capacity to annoy the hell out of them, this is for you. And really, isn't that all of us? Written and directed by Michael Maren.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*NIGHTCRAWLER</span></b><br />
Written and directed by Dan Gilroy. Jake Gyllenhaal at his creepiest-best playing Lou Bloom, a low-life who hustles his way into the underworld of seedy crime journalism. Also featuring an outstanding acting turn for Rene Russo as Nina, a veteran local news anchor.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">*WILD</span></b><br />
Reese Witherspoon portrays Cheyl Strayed, a young woman who tries to shed her own personal demons by partaking in the insurmountable: a solo hike along the 1,100 mile Pacific Crest Trail. Directed by Jean-Marc Vallee. Written by Nick Hornby. Adapted from Cheryl Strayed's memoir, "Wild: From Lost To Found On The Pacific Crest Trail." Powerful and inspiring, this film proves that even when we think we've reached our lowest point, nature can soothe us, become our companion, and allow us trust that everything will be okay again if we simply put one foot in front of the other and believe in ourselves with every ounce of our being.<br />
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