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Come see a FREE screening of ‘Get Him to the Greek’ at Burbank 16 with Imax Theater Thursday June 10, 2010 at 7.30pm. Seating is limited so get there early. It is first come, first seated. Concessions will not be included.
For those of you not paying attention to the whole social media marketing thingy Ford has been a player for a while with their soon to be released Fiesta and “Fiesta Agents” hyping the car and their escapades with it. One of the last missions of the Fiesta Movement teams is to create a short film involving the Ford Fiesta. Team LA has come up with the film ‘Fully Loaded’ and will be premiering it that night prior to ‘Get Him to the Greek’. Screen shots from the film can be found on Flickr. The various agents across the country are competing for points with their events so you can help them out by, and this is very important, text LAFILM to 44144 to help them accrue points.
When: Thursday June 10, 2010 7:30-10:30pm PST
Where: Burbank 16 with IMAX, 125 E. Palm Ave., Burbank, CA 91502
RSVP: LINK HERE
Mine is a simple life with small pleasures. A good lunch spot counts for a lot in my world. I live around the corner from Watercress Cafe on Woodman and so I’ve passed it a bazillion times, but somehow I’d never eaten there until recently. They close at 7 weeknights (4 and 3 Saturday and Sunday respectively) and I’m usually not in the neighborhood lunch hours, but now that I’m in on the secret, I’ll be having lunch there when I can.
We’re talking about the ultimate turkey sandwich, people. It has apple slices and herbed goat cheese and greens and it is on raisin bread. It is a perfect mixture of sweet and savory, smooth and crunchy. Watercress‘s turkey sandwich is, as the cute counter guy describes: a party in your mouth. Since the turkey sandwich experience, I’ve been back for a salad that had chicken and pine nuts and greens so good you don’t want to dress them.
(I like my greens naked, like I like my… ahem…) I had breakfast there last weekend and it was good but not as great (in my opinion) as the lunches (but then it’s hard to keep pace with Hugo’s as far as Sherman Oaks breakfasts go).
There’s parking in the back and a coffee roaster next door. What could be wrong with that?
Hours: Monday-Friday 7 am – 7 pm, Saturday 7 am – 4 pm, Sunday 8 am – 3 pm
13565 Ventura Boulevard
Sherman Oaks, CA 91423
May 1 is the night. Help A Mother Out is the excellent cause helping families who are poor or homeless get diapers for their kids. Diapers and wipes are not covered under WIC or food stamp programs, so poor and especially homeless families often have to make tough choices between food or rent and diapers, forcing them to reuse old diapers or to keep their kids in dirty diapers longer than is healthy or sanitary. Help A Mother Out is trying to get diapers to those in need. And you can help!
Register here for your ticket to the party.
Cost of admission? A package of diapers (or 2 if you like). Yours truly will be one of the many lovely hostesses. And not only will you get to nosh on yummy snacks and wine donated by Tillamook Cheese and Fresh & Easy stores, but there will be cool music by DJBK and The Game Truck parked out side for all your Wii fun needs.
Click here to read a story about how your donations are making a big difference in one Los Angeles family’s life.
See you on May 1st!
She’s from the Valley.
Julie (Deborah Foreman) and Randy (a very young Nicolas Cage) are geography-crossed teenagers in love in 1983 Los Angeles. Not long after dumping her popular boyfriend, Tommy, Julie falls for Randy, who is from Hollywood. Her friends do not approve because, like oh my gawd, he’s “different.” He wears red and black instead of pastels, he slums it in a loud, dirty bar, and has friends who look like Sid Vicious. Grody to the max. I’m so sure.
In spite of how much Julie likes Randy, her bitchy “friends” convince her to “do the right thing,” which is break up with Randy and get back together with Tommy. They threaten her with the prospect of losing all of them and her social status. While truly conflicted, the desire to be popular prevails. What a total bummer. Randy is crushed and tries really hard to win Julie back, but she won’t give in.
In one last ditch effort to get the girl, Randy and his best friend crash the Valley High prom and make quite a scene disrupting the coronation of Prom King and Queen, Tommy and Julie. Fists fly and Randy and Julie steal away in the limo that brought her to the dance. Off they go, up the 405, to spend what can only have been an amazing night at the Valley Sheraton.
The premise of this movie, a modern day Romeo and Juliet, depends on Los Angeles playing a strong supporting role. You could even look at the L.A. portrayed in Valley Girl as multiple characters: The Valley, Hollywood, and The Beach. Now that I live in L.A., I definitely suffer from the problem of noticing, and often pointing out, the liberties that are taken in presenting the city. It’s something I didn’t think about before moving here in 1994. I find it fascinating to see how parts of Los Angeles are stitched together to create a version of the city that suits the needs of the storyteller.
L.A. is actually the first character you see and hear about as Valley Girl starts. A radio announcer says, “…they’ll be playing at the Hollywood Bowl…” as we hover above the Lake Hollywood reservoir looking toward Hollywood. We then head over the hills that house the famous sign for a reveal of The Valley. Well, it’s Burbank, but close enough. What I do find amusing is that instead of panning west into The Valley proper, we pan east into Glendale. Anyway, what-EVER! The first place where we encounter the Valley girls is The Mall. Duh. The location used for the opening sequence is the Del Amo Fashion Center in Torrance, not the Sherman Oaks Galleria which is often misstated on various websites. In addition to official location lists, there is a clear shot of a door handle at the mall that says Del Amo on it.
Picture it, 1988. The Valley. An alien space ship crash lands in a suburban swimming pool and their savior mentor for life on earth is a “val” named appropriately Val. Its high camp, cult classic life turned into lampooning caricature of LA circa late 1980’s.
From cruising “the boulevard” to other slice of life bits the film pretty well covers the LA Scene of the era, albeit as cartoony as Roger Rabbit. Even the Griffith Park Observatory plays a cameo as the “Deca Disco”. Best line in the movie: “You’re so lucky you crashed in The Valley, its the baddest place on earth”. Indeed.
All the cast info you could want is over on the IMDB. In the mean time enjoy a clip from the movie. (Including one extra after the jump).
When I saw Magnolia the first time, the sum total of what I knew about the movie, going in to the theater, could fit on an index card: This was a movie by the guys who did Boogie Nights but it was about the 90s not the 70s. That’s it; that was what I knew. I rarely go into a film totally blind, but I’d loved Boogie Nights so Paul Thomas Anderson was enough of a recommendation for me.
To be honest, Magnolia emotionally knee-capped me. I cried, and not just in that oops got something in my eye; damn that guy with too much cologne kind of way. We’re talking full blown weeping complete with nose blowing. And so I am loathe to talk too much about the specifics of the movie in case there are some of you who have not seen it.
What I’ll say is this: the “magnolia” in the title is Magnolia Boulevard that runs most of the length of the east valley. The film follows the intersecting stories of a number of different Valley characters, all of whom are damaged and fundamentally isolated.
Twice in the movie, we hear the line, “And the book says, ‘We may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.’” And so it seems for our characters who are all, in their way, wounded by their history. Much of the drama in the movie comes from the effort to outrun or deny the past, the personal equivalent of L.A.’s propensity to raze and rebuild, raze and rebuild. After all, California is where people go to reinvent themselves, no? Read the rest of this entry →
I think it’s time we started cleaning up the place, don’t you?
I’ve noticed more and more of these billboard trailers popping up all over the Valley recently. The one picture above is sitting near the corner of Riverside & Whitsett. With City Attorney Carmen Trutanich going after illegal billboards and supergraphics all over L.A., surely these little guys have to be next. Right?
A few weeks ago I posted the first in what may become an occasional series of a large group of snaps of people passed while biking, that one featuring 89 images captured along the strand between Hermosa Beach and the Ballona Creek Bridge.
Today I bring you the second such crop, this one comprised of 103 shots of people encountered on a 16-mile stretch starting at the Chandler Bikeway in Burbank, all the way to the end of the Orange Line Bikeway in Woodland Hills. These were taken two Saturdays ago while biking from Silver Lake all the way up among the rocky tops of Chatsworth and back, so that I might be a part of my grandson’s 1st birthday, and further facilitate acceptance of the actual fact that I am a grandfather.
The Flickr photoset of the above images — once again heavily fauxtoshopped to achieve a stylized semi-illustrative effect — can be viewed here.
I’m a big fan of the Mystery and Imagination Bookstore in Glendale. It’s a great place to get quality used copies of just about every type of genre fiction. It’s where I’ve been getting my original Ballantine copies of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ John Carter novels*, and, along with the Brand Bookshop across the street, is one of my favorite places in the city to disappear for several hours.
So you can imagine the degree to which I peed my pants when Mystery and Imagination sent me an email a few minutes ago (I’m on their email list) alerting me that they won’t be open on Sunday because they’ll be selling books at the Black Ace Books 31st Annual Vintage Paperback Collectors’ Show and Sale. The cool part: The event will be chock full of science fiction and fantasy authors, who will be signing their books (at no charge).
I’m excited about Larry Niven, author of the Ringworld series (which, for you video game fans out there, gave some inspiration to Halo). Also present will be alternate-history guru Harry Turtledove, a host of Cthulhu Mythos writers**, and many, many more. Here’s a complete list. (Sadly, Ray Bradbury apparently had to cancel, as did Frederik Pohl, who co-wrote The Space Merchants, one of my favorite SF books of all time.)
Here are the details:
31st Annual Vintage Paperback Collectors’ Show and Sale
Sunday, March 21, 9 AM to 5:30 PM
Guest House Inn Convention Center
10621 Sepulveda Blvd
Mission Hills, CA 91345
* Sadly, Burroughs will not be at this weekend’s event, as he has been dead for six decades. However, Richard Lupoff will be there, and he’s a highly-regarded Burroughs scholar, as well as one of the contributors to Philip Jose Farmer’s Dungeon series, which I’m a huge enough geek to love.
** What’s the collective noun for Cthulhu Mythos writers? I’m thinking “fhtagn.” If you get this joke, you are hereby invited to my birthday party. Or, actually, that might be a terrible idea. Forget I said anything.
We like to post pictures here on Metblogs of the automotively challenged. Drivers who cannot park between the lines. We refer to them, affectionately, as Parking Tards.
But, friends, today we have something very special. A tard that overshoots the space completely, landing on the sidewalk.
Sherman Oaks. Riverside & Fulton.
Another angle of awesomeness after the jump.
This is the scene in front of my apartment building on Woodman Avenue in Sherman Oaks last night around 11:00 pm (with apologies for the grainy cell phone picture). Apparently the woman driving the flipped over SUV was making a left turn into her driveway and someone came around the corner from Moorpark and crashed into her.
Amazingly, everyone was okay and when we arrived on the scene the woman and her son were standing on the curb, chilly but seemingly unharmed. I’m not sure what happened to the driver of the vehicle that crashed into them, but the police said everyone walked away unharmed. The silver (rental) SUV on the right belongs to my bff, Andrea, who was totally psyched to have found a parking place right across the street from my building. “Guess I should have purchased collision insurance huh?” she said.
Okay, really I actually hate okra, but it’s a sort of acid test for whether a place is a real soul food restaurant, in my book. If there is no fried okra and no cobbler, well…it may be good, but it’s not really soul food. Anyone who knows LA well knows that Soul Food Kitchen is pretty much the sina qua non of soul food, but for those of us in the far reaches of the Valley (Chatsworth to be exact…here be dragons) Inglewood might as well be Savannah.
Oh happy day! Now we have our own soul food place in Northridge. Today I finally checked out Amelia’s on Nordhoff (behind the Guitar Center across from Bev Mo). OMFG. The fried chicken was unbelievably good (see the picture for evidence–can you make out the packets of Tapatio and honey? nice). First of all that was one obese foul, ladies and gentleman. It was not cheap for take out, but it was literally enough food for three meals for me. The entree came with a sizeable wing and a breast the size of my head, thank you very much, as well as two sides. The greens were good. The mac and cheese was slammin’. The fried chicken was pretty damn amazing. I ate until I was stuffed like a tick.
They also have a new weekly meal service delivery option they are offering. In case you know anyone who needs fattening up.
Amelia’s: 19520-4 Nordhoff Street, Northridge, CA 91324, Phone: 818-717-8782