Wednesday

Finding a Suitable Place

I was about to use the facilities at one of the new Bridgeheads yesterday when I was reminded of something Audrey, Note 1 our Ethics Consultant, said at a recent gathering:

One of the problems with turning forty is you can't have sex in bathrooms any more.

We all responded predictably.

The lasses: "Twenty is too old for sex in a bathroom!"

The lads (or at least one gallant lad who shall remain nameless): "Audrey! Come on, I'd have sex with you in a bathroom!"

Of course, even if Audrey had been of a mind to accept the offer, we were in an establishment with unsuitable bathrooms. Tiny, cramped stalls that a person could easily look over or under the barriers of and surfaces that you'd be afraid to touch.

But you know, these restrooms at the Bridgeheads are a different story. They're huge, spotlessly clean, and have solid doors that lock. And look at the sign they put on the door. It's practically suggesting that you use the place with a friend.


Note 1 On Friday, the EC told me that (a) She doesn't want to be called the Ethics Consultant because "no guy will want to go out with me with that name"; and (b) She doesn't want a pseudonym "that sounds like a stripper". So, even though I can't see a guy being put off by the EC moniker, I'm going with Audrey.

Sunday

Taking One's Muses to the Bank

Reviewing the recent blog entries and meeting minutes suggests that the ESI’s will only get their collective stride if they have a muse – be it 5th or anyone else. I suppose one shouldn’t be surprised. Great artists from time immemorial have required such accoutrements to inspire their creativity.

But choosing the right muse makes all the difference. Take Woody Allen, for instance.

No, Mr. Allen, I have no children to speak of.I recently rented Mr. Allen’s latest flick, Match Point, which stars the ever-lovely Scarlett Johansson (from Lost in Translation fame). Though she denies the rumours of being Woody’s latest muse, Ms. Johansson is playing the leading role in his next movie, Scoop. But times are different now. First off, there is nothing resembling any off-screen romance that pretty much set the precedence for Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow. As far as I know, Soon-Yi Previn is still his off-screen sidekick since she changed her relationship status with Woody from “stepdaughter” to wife in the 1997.

Regardless, Woody’s onscreen muses have pretty much defined his cinematic career. But have the muses generated the box-office results? Since the early eighties, with the exception of 1986’s Hannah and her Sisters, Woody Allen movies have been money-losing ventures. There are competing theories as to why he can’t turn a buck anymore. The main theory is that he doesn’t have to. It’s all about the art. I think there is some truth to that. When movies like The Bodyguard can make over $100 million, one doesn’t need to look any further for answers. Another theory is that, at least since 1992 when things got creepy (rumour is that Mia Farrow found nude photos of her, then 22-year-old, adopted daughter in Woody’s apartment) his fan base has dwindled for moral reasons. I have friends -- mostly women -- who will not go see his movies anymore. A final theory, well one I have anyway, is that he hasn’t found a muse equivalent to the golden days of Diane Keaton (from Play it Again, Sam to Manhattan). I fell in love with her character in Annie Hall and no one has matched that high point yet.

And I thought Nortel was a bum investment


Using the powers of statistical analysis I decided to test these three competing theories.

Methodology

The first test was to look at the ratings of Woody’s movies and specifically the relationship between box office draw and critical acclaim. If a critic liked the movie but the same film lacked box-office appeal, it would support the “I’m-in-it-for-the-art” theory, and moreover, why Adam Sandler with a magic remote control is playing at a theatre near you. To explore the “boycott-the-diddler” theory, I would analyze the returns of Woody’s movies pre- and post-period of the said event. The final test examines the box office returns for Mr. Allen’s films from the Diane Keaton versus the Mia Farrow period.

His last good investment
To use a consistent source of critical review I relied on Roger Ebert’s assessment using a 4-star scale. Where Ebert did not have a review rating, I relied on consensus results from similar critics (only 4 alternate sources were required). To measure the impact of Keaton, Farrow, and the “diddle-factor”, I employed the use of dummy variable analysis in a multiple regression linear analog commonly used in multi-variate analysis.

Results

First off, the art theory can be immediately dismissed. If Roger Ebert didn’t like the movie, the results were significantly negative at the box-office. Every additional star Ebert gave an Allen movie generated an extra $6 million. The diddle-factor was definitely a negative attribute but it was highly negatively collinear with the Mia Farrow factor, which makes sense since she stopped making movies with him once he started snogging her daughter. Analysis of the Mia period pre-diddle compared to the post-diddle period indicates that the diddle-factor was indeed negative, lopping about $2.5 million dollars of a typical box-office receipt. To look exclusively at the Keaton versus Farrow effect, an analysis isolating the diddle factor and Ebert’s review was undertaken. The results clearly indicate that in the pre-diddle period, Keaton’s presence on the screen added about $4.7 million to typical box office take whereas Ms. Farrow’s presence reduced the take by about $8 million.

I'm told this date just cost me 8 million bucksThe results showed no Ebert preference for either Ms. Farrow or Ms. Keaton, or any evidence of Ebert having any bias in his ratings post-1992 as a result of the salacious details of Woody’s family situation. In fact, he showed only a slight bias towards favouring films starring Ms. Farrow, yet this was neither significant nor material enough to change the negative box-office impact of her screen presence.

In conclusion, Mia was a huge negative effect, and more than twice the negative impact than anything subsequently attributed to Woody sleeping with her daughter. Overall, the combined effect cut his box-office take roughly in half.

Which brings me back to Ms. Johansson. Match Point is the first moneymaker for Woody Allen in over 15 years. If I were his financial backer, I would say stick with this muse. On the plus side, Ms. Johansson, at 21 years of age and still single, is probably at least a decade away from having any children that would be of interest to Woody. By that time, no one will care either way. More likely, she’ll probably be Adam Sandler’s muse in Click IV: Batteries Not Included. That’s just the way Hollywood works.

Thursday

Restaurants You Won't Find Me In

Sure, people like Bob can tell you what restaurants you can go to for good food. [Like this] Today, I'm here to tell you what restaurants to not go to. Or at least, the restaurants that the Fourth Dwarf won't go to.

Vineyards Wine Bar and Bistro, 54 York Street (In the Cellar).
They have half-decent food, I even like the steak and fries. But the waiters won't bring you wine. They make you go to the bar for it. Why? I don't know and I don't care! When I'm out for supper in a restaurant, I want people to bring me both my food and my beverage. Sure, when you're at a party it can be convenient to say, "excuse me, I'm going to go freshen my glass," but when you're out trying your moves, you want the wine to flow!

Marché Lino, Rideau Centre (Ottawa's Mov'n'Pick)
I don't mind eating at a food court or in a cafeteria sometimes. But I don't want to have to line up at three different stations to get my meal and then arrive at the table to find my dinner companion has finished eating. This alone is enough for me, even without the 15% "service" charge they add to the bill for clearing dishes from your table and standing behind the counters you line up at.

Dunns Famous Deli, 220 Elgin St
A few years ago, the owner had tax trouble in the same week he had workers from his Kingston location picketing outside the restaurant for not paying their back wages. Apparently he paid everybody what he owes, but even before this, the Dwarf had a breakfast with some friends that didn't go well. When I asked for water, the waiter told us, "it'll be a while." It was. We never got it. The place was busy, the staff was frantic. There was this guy bossing people around and trying to squeeze in more customers. I snapped. The boss guy didn't take it well.

Some seafood place in Centretown
I'm not sure which one it is, but I hear through the grapevine that a certain ex is working at a seafood restaurant. You'll be safe going there as long as it's not with me. If you are with me, you could wind up getting splashed with clam chowder when it gets dumped on my head.

Sunday

What's been going on...

While some of us have been going to fancy dinners, lounging about with personal trainers or sniffing out recipes from the Trilateral Commission, I've been investigating a series of events that affect us all personally. Through careful research, long hours, sleepless nights, and some activities that might skirt the fringes of the law, I have learned of a nefarious plot against us.

I believe I've gotten to the bottom of the whole scheme and to save time in explaining how all the evidence fits together, I've prepared a visual aid that explains it all.

Click on the image to see my new animated featurette.

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