The Big Vacation: Or how can you miss me when I won't go away?
This is the time of year when nearly everyone in the entertainment biz closes up shop and heads off on vacation. So it seemed like a prudent time to do the same thing myself. I'm already up in the mountains just outside of Aspen, Colo., where they have everything: hiking, whitewater rafting, skeet shooting, tennis, golf, lots of great music and, of course, a film festival. I mean, is there any town that's too small to have a film festival these days?
So when we're not doing all of that great outdoors stuff (and watching some Little League World Series games) I figured I could catch up on a little moviegoing. Aspen has something called Mountain Summit, which celebrates top documentaries, unusual outdoor adventures and thought-provoking social activism. So while I'm gone, don't think I'm going to be loafing. No way, not with even more movies to see up here at 8,000 feet.
I'm just not going to do very much writing for ye olde blog for a while, so why don't you say that we plan to meet up after Labor Day. When I return, I'll have a sneak peek of Werner Herzog's new 3-D documentary, some early buzz about the Toronto Film Festival and some intriguing media gossip. And for all you unhappy Jennifer Aniston fans-- I promise that I won't write another word about your favorite actress, at least not until she makes another bad movie. So stay out of trouble until I get back.