Blowing Smoke: A movie about poker, cigars, women, and getting screwed: LA Archive

And now that I got that time-honored hack device out of the way in the header,

David Beckham is on Cruise control. The English soccer superstar revealed yesterday he sought the advice of Scientology poster boy Tom Cruise before inking the five-year, $1 million-a-week deal that will bring him from Real Madrid to the Los Angeles Galaxy. "I was on the phone to him for about an hour last night and an hour the night before," Beckham told reporters via satellite from Spain.

"He is a very wise man and a very good friend of mine. It's going to be a big help for us to have friends when we arrive in L.A.

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I think they should star in a movie together! Here are some possible ideas:
I just landed in LA a few hours ago. I'm shacking up for a few days in a hotel room with my friend, journalist .

On the flight over from London, I re-read Nancy's hilarious memoir (not online), much of which is all about the years during which she dwelled in this beautiful, wretched town. She left LA, eventually, despite what some people predicted:

The things I disliked about LA--the constant idiotic sunshine, the appearance people like to give that nothing matters--became tolerable. Ten years ago, I worked for an insane, old-school screenwriter who, every time I said I was leaving, smirked and insisted, "Everyone says that, but no one ever does.

" I did not want to believe him; how could a man who wore captain's caps and chewed with his mouth open and screamed at me at the Farmer's Market when I misquoted the box office on "Thelma Louise" be right about my life?

Well, that dude was wrong: She's been gone for more than a year. If you're the reading type, check out Nancy's story about , the that had Marty Singer hurling legal threats all over the place, and the and the people who call it home.

I am actually thrilled to be back in LA. I love this place. Nancy, who loves it not so much, announced upon arrival at the hotel: "Dammit, it's like I never left!

" Can you ever really get this place out of your system? Secretly, for my sake, I hope not. For the millions who come here with big hopes and dreams and leave with nothing but broken lives and what-might-have-beens, I hope so.

Late one night, seven guys are sitting around at a cigar club in Beverly Hills, smoking cigars, playing high-stakes poker and complaining about how men always seem to get screwed-over by women. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.

The movie is about what men talk about when women aren’t around.

In the end they get fucked but not exactly the way they wanted it...

You can love this movie or you can hate it. You might get it and enjoy it or you might get it and say a smart ass comment like "nothing here that I didn’t know about". That's fine, we can take it.

Oh, and we have used some really groovy digital technology making this movie, which should make any movie geek go weak in the knees.

The movie is now and available or directly.

This is where Blowing Smoke's cast and crew used to talk about everything related to the experience of making the movie, and the topics it addresses: men and women, cigars, and the crazy-ass world of relationships.

Those dudes still check in from time to time, but right now your daily blogger is , a guy who knows a thing or two about movies and the themes of Blowing Smoke. And if he doesn't, he can at least be funny about them - or die trying. (Yep, the death thing is in his contract.

) It is also a conversation with those who have seen Blowing Smoke or are considering doing so. This blog has no non-smoking section.

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