Had a fantastic Father's Day on Sunday, despite lousy PacNwst June weather--sheesh, when will summer get here?. K gave me the Wild Wild West box set (man, did I marry WELL!) and Ian gave me Orson Welles' F for Fake. I suppose the first needs no introduction, other than to say it was the COOLEST EFFING WESTERN EVER TO GRACE THE SMALL SCREEN (not to mention it was the godfather of steampunk). The second, of course, is an oddball film "essay" on the art of fakery featuring master art forger Elmyr de Hory, master literary hoaxer Clifford Irving, and master cinematic smoke and mirrors man Orson Welles. It's too confusing a film to explain so I'll just refer you to wikp and let you sort it out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F_for_Fake. I should say, however, the DVD extrees are fabulous--a documentary on de Hory, a documentary on Welles' unfinished films, a 60 minutes interview with Clifford Irving, and audio segments of the Howard Hughes televised phone interview exposing Irving's autobiography hoax. What a smorgasboard! After turning in grades on Monday (what a horror-show that was!) I went directly home and geeked out on Welles et al. until a certain mysterious mooing sound was heard at the front door.
doop-doop, doop-doop, doop-doop DEE doop dee doop doop-doop....~CD
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