Becket and Spartacus is one of the gayest double features you could ever see. It was fabulous.
Spent an accumulative five blissful hours in Peter O’Toole heaven. I honestly think I’m still in shock. It was like an out of body experience. I was watching me be this person who gets to do these things. It was incredibly strange and surreal and wonderful. I need to formulate my mind.
Kirk Douglas is the greatest human on earth. I enjoyed Spartacus, but I would have been just as glad to listen to him talk for the two and a half hours.
Same for O’Toole. I could have sat there for the Q&A all weekend. All month. Hell, who am I kidding? I would happily forfeit the rest of my days to serve as Official Listener to Peter O’Toole Stories. Will work for Guinness.
Saw Vincent Price in The Tingler at midnight. It was amazing! God bless William Castle and God bless The Egyptian and TCMFF for going all out the way Castle intended! (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I won’t spoil it for you. There’s a skeleton and some LSD involved.)
I am so goddamned tired, but just as equally wired. I basically have to be awake in four hours…
Tomorrow: More O’Toole (never enough), dates with Orson Welles, Clint Eastwood, Angela Lansbury, Buster Keaton and Boris Karloff.
I have been puking rainbows for 48 hours straight.