Tuesday, April 26, 2005
In other news, there's not really any other news. Last night The Boyfriend and I finally got around to watching our movie we rented from Blockbuster ages ago. It was actually pretty good. It's called Grand Theft Parsons and it's about Gram Parsons's (a singer from the 70s, famous for performing with the Flying Burrito Brothers and also for his album 'Return of the Grevious Angel' which has since been reinvented as a kick-ass tribute album) road manager, Phil Kaufman (played BRILLIANTLY by Johnny Knoxville--have I mentioned lately that I am crazy about Johnny Knoxville? In fact, I will probably go see Dukes of Hazzard when it comes out just because he's in it...) who, after Gram dies of a drug overdose, steals the body in order to keep a pact he made with Gram that the first one of them to die should be taken out in the Joshua Tree Desert and set on fire. It's a more-or-less true story. Of course, they didn't really do Gram's death up the way it should have been done (allegedly, Gram was with two hookers when he OD'd. They put him in a bathtub full of ice--which they apparently thought would help rouse him from his drug-induced stupor--and when that didn't work, applied the quaint folk remedy of shoving ice up his ass; Gram came around just long enough to look around him, take in his situation, say "Ladies, what HAS become of me?" and then die) but other than that, I had no real problems with it. The movie also featured Mike Shannon (the mother's redneck boyfriend in '8 Mile' or Pete the gay redneck busdriver in 'Cecil B. Demented) as a hilarious stoned-out hippy getaway driver, and Christina Applegate as Gram's money-grubbing ex-girlfriend. I was highly entertained and amused. I recommend you go try to find a copy. Also, the soundtrack rocked.