9/11/11

I was with my father 10 years ago today. I was getting ready for work upstairs when I saw the towers begin to fall. I ran down crazily to tell him "The twin towers are collapsing." He couldn't believe it until I turned on the TV and there they were. He told me to go to work. I worked in Secaucus, New Jersey, just across the river. My shift started at 11 am. Many of my co-workers watched the second plane hit from their window. I never made it to work, though. The roads were closed. I went to a Blood Bank to see if I could donate blood, but the line was already 40 or 50 people long, so I decided just to go to a car dealership and get some work that needed to be done on my car since I had the day off. I sat in the waiting room watching the news by myself for a long time.

A few weeks later, I remember walking in on my dad. He was crying terribly. I learned that he had just read a story in a magazine or something about a little girl who was never going to see "daddy's funny faces" again. I mentioned this as part of his story at my father's memorial service. It is the origin of the phrase "The King of Funny Faces".

They Still Make Good Films These Days (Just Not In Hollywood) - #13

I just posted this review on Netflix. Hopefully, it will be posted soon.

Move over Mongol. Red Hill is officially now my favorite movie of ALL TIME! Jimmy Conway is one of the most iconic characters in all of film. He's scary as hell like Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men, but without the quirky haircut and the one liners. The plot is pretty much the exact opposite of High Noon. It's every bit as iconic. The whole thing is bloody perfect. It's glorious. I'm definitely going to buy the DVD and I want to buy a copy for all my friends. I just might do that for somebody I know who's having a birthday next month. Never mind the bollocks in some of the other reviews. Watch this movie. You won't regret it.

So Sayeth the King of Funny Faces!