Kevin Spacey

English: Kevin Spacey at the Eugene O'Neill Theater Benefit for a Monte Cristo Award 2009 in Bridgewaters, South Street Seaport. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Repost from September 30, 2009





















I have been in love with Kevin Spacey ever since I first saw “The Usual Suspects”:

Verbal Kint:

Who is Keyser Soze? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And like that, poof. He’s gone.

(Kevin showing his natural gifts for singing and impressions):

Kevin on IMDb: http://bit.ly/kspaceyIMDb

My “Favorite Actors” Helium article

I mean, the guy played Richard Osborn, the lawyer in Anais Nin’s diaries who wound up in an asylum, and Kevin’s from New Jersey. He’s a man after my own heart!



He and Benicio Del Toro (I just checked: I actually got his name right on the first try for once) were in “The Usual Suspects” and “Swimming with Sharks”: “Rex” (Benicio) gives the rundown of the office in “Swimming With Sharks”



Buddy:

“Look, I can appreciate this. I was young too, I felt just like you. Hated authority, hated all my bosses, thought they were full of shit. Look, it’s like they say, if you’re not a rebel by the age of 20, you got no heart, but if you haven’t turned establishment by 30, you’ve got no brains. Because there are no story-book romances, no fairy-tale endings. So before you run out and change the world, ask yourself, “What do you really want?” “

The “Swimming with Sharks” DVD has a great 10 year anniversary extra in the special features, along with another feature of of horror stories of being an assistant.


“The Big Kahuna”
I have never seen two people portray burnt-out salesmen better than Kevin Spacey and Danny DeVito in “The Big Kahuna”.

 What’s more, the contrast between the fresh-faced Christian “newbie” Bob (played by Peter Facinelli) and the biting cynicism of Larry Mann (Kevin Spacey) is positively electric.

Bob Walker: Throw me in the water and see if I can swim Larry Mann: I think you’re missing the point here Bob, we’re about to throw you off a cliff and see if you can fly!

In the meantime, Phil Cooper (Danny DeVito) plays it cool, creating a wonderful “good cop, bad cop” dynamic between the two.

 This is one of Danny DeVito's best performances: http://youtu.be/-PkOc-B64dY



I recently learned about Kevin's brother spilling the beans about their past, and while my own family’s past may not be as sordid as having my father (allegedly) be a member of the American Nazi Party, or the other horrific things that his brother said happened to himself, Kevin, and their sister, but I do know dysfunction in the family; very well. There is no such thing as a non-dysfunctional family. There never was. There are just those who choose to be openly dysfunctional and those who choose to hide or bury it like a stray dog burying a bone it found while rooting through the garbage. However, being a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, from a half-Polish household no less, I know the importance of family cohesiveness. Us Polaks take family very seriously. Hell, a lot of the Tri-State area is nothing more than the same group of families meeting and procreating for generations and generations on down the line. And while I absolutely do not condone adults actively seeking out teenagers, I think many Americans understand the waking coma of every day suburban bondage while being lulled to complacency by the the collective drone of all the little worker bees buzzing in the hives of the corporations across the country. That’s why I love being a blogger. I am my own boss, I am my own business. I am not busting my ass for some other pinhead’s end of the year bonus. And trust me when I say: you do not become a successful female entrepreneur by being a wimp.

UPDATED: 11/2/2014

Kevin is now the star of the Netflix original drama "House of Cards", based on the book by Michael Dobbs:

He is also in the video game "Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare"

The Muse in the Corner

(Obviously I have posted this before but I repost certain things that I have written because I think they're good.)

"There were always in me, two women at least,

one woman desperate and bewildered,

who felt she was drowning and another who

would leap into a scene, as upon a stage,

conceal her true emotions because they

were weaknesses, helplessness, despair,

and present to the world only a smile,

an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest".

~Anais Nin

Throughout high school I was enthralled with everything about this enchanting woman. I had to know as much as possible. I had begun with the first volume of her abridged diary. I had read dozens upon dozens of books to date, and her writing was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was evocative, sensual, intelligent and witty. The sensation derived from her words were like a security blanket, a guardian angel whispering comforting things to me in my ear at night before I nodded off with one of her works in my lap.

In high school I was rarely without a work of Anais Nin or Henry Miller. I am surprised with the fact that I never got in trouble for bringing such books to school, considering the content of some of the books that both authors had written, especially Miller.

As for Anais’s affairs, I could never understand how one could be analyzed properly if you are having an affair with the persons whom are analyzing you, but the story of Henry and June fascinated me. I was not interested in the story of how Anais was trying to seduce her own father and cousins; that did not sit well with me at all. Sexual attraction should not ever be directed towards someone you knowingly are related to, at least in my opinion. I was, however, haunted by the triangle of Henry, June, and Anais. It was such a complication of love, lust, discussion, writing, books, art, politics, religion, and psycho analysis. Henry Miller is no role model, neither is Anais in certain ways, but as far as literary inspiration was concerned, I had found it in them. I was amazed that the tradition of challenging social and cultural norms had run so far back into history. I’m sure it ran much farther back then those two, but Henry seemed to be able to write the exact thoughts I was having in my own day to day modern teenage existence. Difference feminism was a term that I spent much of my spare time researching. I would lose myself in the philosophies, theories, and rhetoric.

I ultimately decided that I would choose to follow the “integral complimentary”, now known as “new feminism”, was definitely my cup of tea.There was only really one thing that I agreed with when it came to new feminism: the idea of advocating the equal worth and dignity of both sexes. There is nothing wrong with supporting the “feminine genius as mothers and caregivers”, as John Paul II once called it, meaning, a woman who chooses to stay at home to take care of her child is not less than a woman who chooses to enter the workforce while raising their child. There is no manual to raising your child in the first place, so no one can truly say that either choice is good or bad, in the end.

To Be

To be a successful as a blogger who has chosen the "personal journal" category to write under, I can't hold back.  When it comes to the internet, I don't owe anyone my social life, but to be a great writer is more than being a great reader.  It is being able to take great risks.  I risk unintentionally hurting the feelings of others or embarrassing people I care about.  I have so much I want to share with the world but I don't want to hurt anyone.

I suppose if I change names to protect the privacy of certain people who I literally cannot write about because if their boss or co-worker could sniff around the Google machine and the last thing I want is someone losing their job over some unsavory, off-the-cuff observations or anecdotes of mine.

I've been wanting to turn my journals into a book ever since I started writing a diary when I was first grade.  Even my father said I should do it (with discretion, of course).  I have so much to tell.  Years and years of trying so hard to find out exactly who I am.  It's raw.  That's the best way I can describe my journals.  Raw.  Especially after I fell in love with Anais Nin.  Should I create an expurgated version of my life and wait until certain "characters" have left this world in order to publish the full truth?   If my family cannot take what I have written, I suppose I should warn them not to read it.  There is a lot that has been held back from them.  Maybe the truth will set me free and the burden of my past will be lifted.

I have been deliberating this for long enough.

Semi-autobiographical.  I believe this is my best bet.  Lord knows I am good with making up characters on the internet.

I feel good about this decision.

Vesuvius

"Vesuvius is internal*. I will not be cheated of adventure, blood, love, sex, motion, trickeries, full noisy action. I have no use for literature. "

-Anais Nin


There were times growing up when I just did not want to think about the consequences of what I was doing; I just wanted the high. For every weekend I had stayed home reading a book, the more my hormones percolated. I would try to ignore it, I tried so hard, but I was no match for them.

So I started experimenting. I will only live once, and after all the trauma that has come my way, I make sure that I am giving myself experiences that will satisfy me. I could care less about the male I was with; it was about me getting the most out of my life and my experiences. That could range from the very chaste to the very twisted. I will try almost anything once. Even after I have campaigned that my wild days are over: if the hair on the back of my neck stands up, if I limbs cover in goose bumps, I know I'm about to have a once in a lifetime experience.

I am very careful not to put that amount of trust in the wrong hands. I think on it very carefully before I decide to do anything that is really pushing my boundaries.

Breaking boundaries and living to tell the tale is one of the biggest highs I have ever experienced in my entire life. What with my addictive personality, that can either cause a great deal of fun or a great deal of heartache.

I have gone through a lot of heartache. That comes directly after the copious amounts of pleasure I have received. Yin and Yang. One cannot have such exquisite pleasure without dealing with the eventual exquisite pain.

I walk the line and I am constantly breaking through barriers I built around myself, and I have taken so much time to put them up when I was a little girl. I wasn't stupid: I didn't get the straw or the twigs like the other girls foolishly collected. When I made this fortress, I fucking laid down cement and brick, and you know what? I wish there would be a wolf stupid enough to think he could destroy all I have built in one fell swoop.

*The female orgasm.

Steamy Romance (explicit)

Steamy Romance (written 06/14/2010)

Netflix has a section called “Steamy Romance”. I suppose in certain ways it could be considered “the thinking woman’s soft core”.

A woman’s libido is completely in her head. You must learn how to get into each individual female’s mind if you wish to get into anywhere else.

This section of Netflix has some very campy, sometimes low-brow selections, but it has the classics as well, such as “Body Heat”, “9 1/2 Weeks”, “Two-Moon Junction”, “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”, and of course, “Henry and June” (based on “A Journal of Love: Henry and June” by Anais Nin), the first movie to ever receive an NC-17 rating.







You will also find “Delta of Venus”, the movie based on the book of erotica by Anais Nin, which was directed by the man whom has dominated the “steamy romance” genre for quite some time, Zalman King. He is the director of “9 1/2 Weeks”,





“Wild Orchid”, “Two-Moon Junction”, as well as “The Red Shoe Diaries”.

http://www.zalmanking.com/