1/22/10: This Ain’t No Place To Fall Behind…

Dear Dick Wolf:

I’ve fallen behind. I know. However, I’ve vowed to make 2010 The Year of the Positive. No more whining, moping, or wasting energy on negative things – or people. There’s much to accomplish this year. 

At the moment, as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s Awards Season.  Critics Choice Awards, Golden Globes, Writers Guild, Producers Guild, SAG Awards (I voted for Mariska!), the BAFTAS – and so many more. There’s a different ceremony every time you take a sip of your martini. (OK fine, by “you” I mean “I,” by “your” I mean “my,” and by “sip” I mean “chug.”)  Well, every year I go a bit nutso over a particular movie or performance, and cling to it like it’s my firstborn. (At the risk of sounding redundant, I substituted “firstborn” for “martini,” even though my uterus is a wasteland.) Last year it was Mickey Rourke and The Wrestler. This year, my Awards Season obsession is the movie Crazy Heart, Jeff Bridges’ performance in it as washed-up country singer “Bad” Blake, and the theme song, The Weary Kind. Sure, I suppose technically you could count those as three obsessions, but I’m ruling it a package deal.

Look at those lyrics. They’re so raw, and when they hit home, boy does it pack a punch.

This ain’t no place for the weary kind…This ain’t no place to lose your mind…This ain’t no place to fall behind…

I know he’s not singing about Los Angeles specifically, it could be anywhere really, but they’re especially relevant here. If you’re weary and you fall behind ’round these parts, you may as well catch the next bus out. And it’s more than a little easy to lose your mind. I’ve done it several times. But pinky swear, when that pesky thing finally resurfaces this time, I’m going to take a staple gun to it.

The days and the nights all feel the same…

Hence the loss of the mind. It really doesn’t take something monumental. Boredom, routine and complacency will drive even the toughest spirit insane. Or at least to drink.

The whiskey has been the thorn in your side that doesn’t forgive…The highway that calls for your heart inside…

Jeff Bridges breathes all of this into “Bad” Blake with such beauty and heartbreak. A flawless performance of a very flawed man. He’s going to get the Oscar, and he deserves it.

And although I love the movie, I don’t know that it’ll get any nods. It doesn’t seem to have caught on with industry voters.

Still, if you haven’t seen it, go. If you don’t like it, you can take the cost of your ticket out of my first paycheck.

Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try… 

Have I mentioned I’ll work for scale?

Yeah, I’ll work for scale. Forever.

Thank you. Amen.

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