(Updates from earlier this week: Yes, apparently there was at one point a bird in the Seattle Times kitchen, but I hear it has been safely ushered back to its proper sphere; no large-scale bird attacks occurred. And the big Oscar move to January looks like it’s not happening; or at least not this year.)
Elsewhere: “Eclipse” just became the top advance-ticket seller of the year (no, I haven’t seen it yet; check back with me after Monday, if I don’t get trampled by a horde of teenage girls); Sylvester Stallone says his worst role ever was in “Rhinestone”; and director Taylor Hackford, talking about working with his wife in the new movie “Love Ranch,” charmingly stated, “I say this with all sincerity, and you can check the source, but: My wife is the best actress in the world. I believe. There are a couple of others who are pretty damn good.” His wife, by the way, is Helen Mirren, and I’m not going to argue.
And last night I dragged a young friend (so young she wasn’t born when the movie came out) to a preview screening of the sing-along version of “Grease,” which will open in theaters July 8. Though it was a more low-key event than other sing-alongs I’ve been too (I only saw one person in costume — squeezed into Olivia Newton-John’s last-act black outfit), it was a kick, and I really should be too embarrassed to tell you how well I remembered every vocal nuance of “Hopelessly Devoted To You.” Actress Dinah Manoff — who played Marty the Pink Lady in the movie, and who now lives on Bainbridge — was at the screening, and I spoke to her briefly (will do a longer interview with her next week, to run on the 8th). “Don’t you think ‘Grease’ should always have been a sing-along?” she asked me. I do. (When you’re singing, you have less time to notice that nobody in this movie looks remotely young enough to be in high school. But you still notice that John Travolta was a dreamboat back in the ’70s, and could dance like nobody’s business.) Here’s a favorite song from the movie, which for a lot of us symbolizes summer-at-the-movies:
Love Travolta’s little dance while combing his hair. Hope you all have happy summer nights this weekend. See you Monday.