All right, 10:43 to be precise. But the server gods have accepted my votive offerings of small French cheeses and allowed me to upload videos, so I'm just going to dump them all into one big post. Forgive the occasional shaky-cam; there wasn't a budget for a tripod this year. (Actually, I'm using a digital photo camera I borrowed from Wesley; I don't think there's any place to put a tripod.)
So here's Mike Tyson introducing the documentary "Tyson" on the evening of the 16th; he looks and sounds quite stunned. I got to sit down with director James Toback earlier today, and probably the most wrenching comment he made was reporting Tyson's response upon his first viewing of the film: "It's like a Greek tragedy. The only problem is that I'm the subject." "Last night was the first time he started embracing the movie," Toback continued, "and stopped considering it an unsettling provocation. He said to me after the audience response 'I've never experienced anything like this,' and I thought, how is that possible? But these strangers responding that way were different from the strangers he knew from the ring."
Here's Woody Allen's response to being asked whether the menage a trois in "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" reflects his personal fantasy. It's pretty rich.
And here's Woody on why he'll probably never make a movie anywhere in the former USSR.
That's it, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow's an "Indiana Jones" day, all day.
