HOLLYWOOD UNEMPLOYMENT LINE

Finding a good movie today is about as hard to find as a Sushi Chef in Crested Butte, Colorado—but it can be done.

In the case of the Sushi Chef, he was a nineteen year old high school graduate from a small town in Oklahoma who loved skiing and who moved to Crested Butte in search of gainful employment. When I asked his landlord what the heck does a nineteen year old high school graduate from a small town in Oklahoma know about sushi he replied, and I am not making this up: “He's reading the book now.” And so it came to pass that Lil's Seafood on Elk Avenue began a tradition of serving truly outstanding sushi—some of the best in the Rocky Mountain West.

As for this year's feature films—especially those brought to you by Tinseltown's corporate cretins—the pickings are slim, indeed. One notable exception is MARCH OF THE PENGUINS. French director Luc Jacquet and Cinematographers Laurent Chalet and Jerome Maison have crafted what is undoubtedly the coolest movie of the Summer, both literally and figuratively. Narrated by Morgan Freeman and blessed with an excellent musical score by Alex Wurman, this National Geographic Special is worth the price of admission.

One other thing worth the price of admission comes to mind—that being a front row seat watching a gaggle of Hollywood studio executives waddle towards the unemployment office. I'd love to film that—and I think I'd title it MARCH OF THE PINHEADS.