Whew. Feeling a little lazy today. I was running on the treadmill at the gym and I noticed there’s quite a bit of excitement over a Uruguayan man who uploaded a $300 home-produced video short to YouTube. It’s a CGI thing called “Panic Attack,” and it’s about big alien robots trampling a big city.
Everyone in Hollywood is slapping their foreheads in disbelief and wondering aloud, “Why didn’t WE think of that? A CGI thing about big robots trampling a big city?” Sam Raimi’s Mandate Pictures seems to have beaten everyone else to the punch by Fedexing the “Panic Attack” creator a check for $30 million.
If I take a Nerf football out onto the front lawn and engage him in a game of catch, he’ll take up the game with great excitement. He’s six years old now and already has a fairly strong, accurate throwing arm. His catching, it should be said, needs some work, but he’s perfectly happy to toss the ball back and forth for five or six or seven exchanges.
After that, he’ll start to tinker with the framework of what we’re doing. First, he’ll decide that we should be kicking the ball to each other. This will send me scurrying around the yard in pursuit of errant kicks, to Owen’s great amusement. Then he’ll decide that we should be standing with our backs to each other and tossing the ball backwards over our heads. Or hiking the ball between our legs to each other. Continue reading →