peevish mama

I haven’t had much by way of writing fodder lately. Or maybe it’s the writer, not the fodder that’s the problem. I have found, in the past, that when I have nothing to write about, writing is paradoxically, what shakes loose the block. You, my dear reader, have been subjected to too many of my attempts to write myself out of a corner. Even when I don’t explicitly come out and say so, there are certainly times when I hit the publish button with a disgusted sigh. I have twenty minutes before the sitter comes for Devil Baby, so we can take the other two to see the Black Eyed Peas. Surely, I will have much to report tomorrow. For now, I want to blow away this cloud hovering around my temples, so I can step out with a clear head tonight. I hereby offer you a hot tip as a token of my appreciation for coming to visit me here, in this arid land of peevishness.

Funny People: ok, not exactly hot, this tip, but I’m guessing at least some of you haven’t yet seen this movie. It’s directed by Judd Apatow, of  Superbad, 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked-Up, but it’s Judd Apatow doing something really risky, really successfully: dramedy. This movie is funny and sad and touching and toes the schmaltz line without ever stepping over it. It’s lovely and raunchy, a delicate balance, indeed. And Adam Sandler? He’s epitomizes the sad, no – angry clown in this movie and he was damn good; I would so rather see him actually act than talk like a baby. And it turns out, the man can act. Here it is, days later, and the movie is still slipping around in my head. This never happened with Apatow’s other movies, funny as they were. I highly recommend it and with that, I bid you good night.