Sunday, December 06, 2015


“Whoa, Nelly!”

           A film may run in the same sequence each time it is
           viewed but it can never be viewed in exactly
           the same way.
                                                                  —Susan Gevirtz

Last night I saw San Andreas, the movie
with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and the
‘EARTHQUAKE’ that devastates California.
But it turned out to be less of a disaster flick
than a send-up to the Sunday night TV movies
with which Walt Disney bombarded my child-
hood.  I' not really saying anything bad about
the movie, I’ll admit.   However.  This week
I’ve been rereading Kevin Killian’s delicious
collection of poetry, Action Kylie.  And it just
so happens that the film last night had a
completely useless cameo appearance
by none other than Kylie Minogue herself.
Let’s just say that I never see this film again.
If so, I’m pretty sure that the key significance
of (or any memory that may sustain from) this
piece of family fare, for me, will surely always
be Kylie Minogue’s appearance as The Rock's
ex-wife’s new man’s ex-wife.  She appears 
once.  Directly before the earthquake, the
fault of which the movie is named after.