Everyone knows, and let it be known, that Keanu Reeves has been pretty much the only celebrity that I ever mentioned in the course of my entire life. For good reason. A political statement. Let it resonate. Let my choices be known as such: choices. Hilarious. Bringing up Keanu Reeves at college parties. Writing a thesis, hm?

I watched Parenthood 1989 in a silk dress I bought in Istanbul and I’m wearing heels, I’m not going anywhere, but I’m supposed to become the person I want to become, so my roommate, perfectly, knocked on my door on this day, and when I opened it, he lost his words, hilariously. Not expecting this image. He left me some of his mom’s DOMENICA food. I walked through the house in these heels, telling him that I’m trying to work on this, and he told me I should, basically. That’s it, nothing attached. There’s nothing between us. But it felt nice, it did.

In any case, I watched this film. I really enjoyed a couple of things about Ron Howard’s family film…the way it’s shot, how the camera moves especially in that scene between the gorgeous Dianne Wiest and the one I never spoke about, but it is known as one of my favs by default, Joaquin Phoenix as a boy. I sort of love everyone, in a sense, but Keanu + Joaquin = heaven. He calls his dad, and the camera moves behind the glass to focus on her, so I like how he shot the house. I like those wide shots. The light is quite pretty, too, in the Robards and LARRY scene, that little shit, with the shadows on the walls, even. I liked the costumes very much as well, very harmonious with set.

A fun, dysfunctional, heartwarming family drama/comedy. I laughed out loud throughout. Great cast. Complex scenes. I’ll read this screenplay once I get through this part. I like how the camera moves through the family party too, and the psychological scenes around Steve Martin, especially, the star in an ensemble piece. I was picturing psychological distortions for the Brazilian mother especially when this story on Miracle Mile gets too crazy and she’s trying to deal with everything she’s heard, done, with so much going on at the same time. I’ll watch other Howard films and see if I can, you know, come up with statements such as “this film is a love letter to…”

Phoenix was another actor I thought could have played JOSE — really well. He moves so well.

I also got some more ideas for my father/daughter movie idea. Mostly in Dianne Wiest and Rick Moranis…when she starts dating again, the biology teacher, picturing NICK say something like that made me laugh. Maybe he does something silly, romantic, and stupid in that classroom of space. That felt like NICK, the story idea I have for a father/daughter starting over from Miracle Mile that has a universe theme.

I’m just cruising along, watching things, and letting it all compute in my head, seeing real characters in my life shine through these characters…recognizing people I know… thinking about how many ways you can use what you know, who you know, or are trying to figure out yourself…

And in the end, EVERYBODY has a BABY. Surprise. It’s Dianne Wiest who’s having the baby, too! I thought, hm, maybe this Brazilian mother could discover she’s pregnant! Flip out. She would have. SHIT! With yet ANOTHER baby, and they have…this problem of this baby: me. Eight children. In the psychological drama, though she would be more like the lead with a father needing to grab hold as the drama escalates — they really love each other.

AND, the clip of Martin’s kids giving one another “a look” when Larry says “if you weren’t my sister” to Kozak’s character, Moranis’ wife when he comes back into the picture… I saw that. When my father, in this flick, tells this Brazilian mother what’s been said…and he says “she can stay here until he figures it out…” JOSE gives LOUISE a look as well. “YOU DID WHAT?” Father Time. “HE SAID WHAT? Stay here…? Until he figures it out?”

In thinking about the father/daughter movie, I’m going to watch Spielberg next, his recent movie based on his childhood that speaks to the power of film, I think. I’ve found watching all these movies to be so healing. I’ve seen so many problems, so many people being inappropriate, lying to one another, like when she poked a hole in her diaphragm…Phoenix’s sex tapes. So maybe my original idea for that one could work…that this father/daughter find healing there, too. I don’t know… I’ll see.

I had a hard time watching movies, I have to admit. It’s not like I haven’t seen screenplays, but it wasn’t the most comfortable exercise, always, but I’m having a really good time now. Robarbs, right? He was in A Thousand Clowns with Barbara Harris, such a great actor, and Steve Martin, evidently, is as well. I liked this detail…when Robarbs comes to the little league — good costuming — to talk to Martin about LARRY. Martin even gets boyish, like you could picture him as a little kid, so I thought that was a sweet detail. That always remains.

We’re all somewhat inappropriate, I guess that’s what it is. At least I might have some shots from this one, a house, pretty light, the right era, even in thinking about what’s appropriate for kids…LIKE:

GUNS are okay. But not sex. Thankfully, Robards mentioned to the super young boy, Larry’s son, that he got laid in this car, so the content in the story idea I have…doesn’t bother me. It’s true though. Dianne Wiest is such a great mom, I thought, dealing with this teenage — I think — marriage. Reeves is a little older, I think.

This Brazilian mother is sexy. She knows it. Is this EMPOWERMENT 101. She’s celebrating her sexuality, sensuality. A truly good time. I’m going to watch Tarantino for her, I see him being a big fan of hers. I need a Brazilian reference, something, so I’ll keep looking around. A Brazilian movie — tennis? In BH.

I’ll watch The Fabelmans now, then I’ll move onto The Hand that Rocks the Cradle, of course. We watched that one at the house too along with Kindergarten Cop. Remember that? He wanted to kidnap that boy. No matter how I spin what happened on Miracle Mile, there’s a story that already exists, since Dr. J told this Brazilian mother that my father wanted to kidnap me? Looney tunes. Nicole and I watched that movie more than once, over and over again, when we were a bit older, but it was one of our favorite movies, actually. Funny. Dangerous.

Dianne Wiest is this movie is a touch closer to professional Dr. J, my mother, in her suits, who manipulates this Brazilian mother with money and accusations that my father is a child molester which is why she keeps me. Dr. J is richer and flashier, more like some Alice and Wonderland devil, fairytale. I might end up doing a fan of a few characters around her page since she’s a fascinating one. I’m still developing my ideas. I’ll keep getting in touch with what wants to come out.

I kept hearing everyone in this film tell me — people write movies all the time. Yes, yes you can. You can do this. This was well-written, I thought, in how everything serves all plot lines. I know, that’s obvious, but then, I don’t know, and of course, I’ll rewatch John Malkovich. Dianne Wiest and Joaquin Phoenix at the race…talk about the biology teacher…I’ll analyze these scenes later. A story is a tight entity. I’m going to watch stuff that takes off…I don’t know how to describe that…but I’m going to cruise around…in my clown car.

I just liked Ron Howard appearing to tell us that he screwed up his kid in the psychological scene where Kevin starts shooting up a college…a bit real…hm? The field of dreams…you know?

At least I’m getting era-appropriate references, zeroing in on filmmakers to check out. I’ll keep going. My roommate is listening to “Tomorrow” from Annie…after his guitar learning sesh. “Tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, is only a day away…” He’s back on the guitar.

I’m off again. How cool would that be? Me typing, okay, Scene One. How glorious. I keep envisioning the next step, the father in this father/daughter flick in my mind my greatest ally, sure, people write…more than one film, they make all sorts of conceptual decisions, maybe you could write three films around this one event, something, something meaningful.

I just want to feel more able to receive this Turkish producer’s notes and guidance with more films in mind. Like sure, there’s a reality in which I go home to settle matters with my con artist, liar of a mother Dr. J, sure. I’m beginning to see that as well, not sure what that is…but I’ll keep watching. And who knows, he might go, hmmm, actually, I liked this one…well, good, because I’m prepared for that one too. They say that success is opportunity meets preparation. I’ll do the best I can in Portici playing dress-up.

For myself, I would hope I have instincts and intuition to develop. You see, in that case, I understand intuition, when there’s a direction for it, but without it, I don’t know. I can only speak about myself, obviously, but if I’m that psychic, that intuitive, I should, no? Be able to focus it? That’s my experiment right now. Going, I hope so, let’s make this work for me. I hope that some final product wants to come out, something wants to be made, so if I keep aligning myself with that idea…connect with audience, actually, then please, you, audience, help me to give you what you want. Not to smooth out edges, by any means, but I’m trying to connect with them, aren’t I? I keep actors in mind…doesn’t everybody? It’s gotta be the case. This perfect alchemy.

Happy Sunday.