... Starring Peter Lorre as Leo Bloom!

First order of business:

SKETCHBOOK
Page One - In which I vainly try Adrian again (this time with a ponytail again for thefordmustang, though it didn't help much) before giving up and drawing the folks at the café.
Page Two - More folks.
Page Three - A couple more cafe people, then an attempt to make a pretty version of the Foie Heureux scene. There are so many things wrong with that drawing... maybe when I get my print cartridges refilled I'll fix them. Remind me.

PEOPLE LOOKING LIKE OTHER PEOPLE II
I thought I'd take a break from failing to get anything done on my portfolio (what is taking so long?) and watch the DVD of The Producers (the recent one) that a friend lent me ... That was at 8:30. I finally finished the bleeding thing after 11. It's LONG! It probably wouldn't be quite as long if they didn't keep restating things. Other than that, it was good; that is how movie musicals should be made. It wasn't ashamed to be a musical. There were chorus numbers and choreography and people hamming it up, but with the added benefit of cinematography and lucious sets. Also, say what you like about his voice, but Nathan Lane has STAGE PRESENCE. Like crazy. He reminded me how much I like (and miss) watching stage actors. Even Matthew Broderick, who I generally detest in all ways (especially voice acting) was tolerable. More than tolerable, at times, because I kept being distracted by how much he could look like Peter Lorre. This may be just how he was playing the character, or because I'd seen Arsenic and Old Lace a few days ago, but ... man. He was like a younger, prettier Peter Lorre, a 'Hollywood' version if you will. Here's proof:

Really you don't quite get the full effect without seeing the performance move, but I couldn't find any good clips in my five-minute search of YouTube. I did, however, find this one of Mr Lorre. Speaking of Arsenic, Cary Grant's gerning looks oddly like a precursor to Rowan Atkinson's. Mr Atkinson took it to heights never attempted by Mr Grant, but the timing and the assorted gestures are oddly similar. Maybe I'm seeing things ... maybe we'll never know.
AND OMG CAPTAIN JACK. (I'll leave you to figure out which one I'm talking about.) Springtime for Hitler was already the best part of the movie and then – THEN – you've got a blond Capt Jack in an SS uniform prancing about the stage with chorus girls and Femme Fuhrer. THE HILARITY. Holy cow.

Sketchbook Overdrive!

Went out a-drawin' at Le Starbucks tonight, with a fellow animation artist (one who actually draws, forsooth!) which might be responsible for so many pages – was it a genuine right-brained loss of the track of time, or was it a subconscious endurance contest? Perhaps we shall never know. Anyway, if you feel like wading through pages of random passers-by, the Girl with Many Reading Poses, and the Man Who Talked to Himself for a Good Long While, click away.

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I am not good at drawing people I know. Except for Ubiquitouspitt. But she looks like someone I'd draw anyway. And my main mode of reference is still photos.
Parkas are a great way to cheat.
Sneakers are designed by Satan, or at least someone who disregards all guidelines of anatomy and perspective.
Help; help; everyone I draw looks wholesome.
Why haven't I drawn more Coffee Pirates lately? Perhaps I shall try some in my attempt to fall asleep before 2 tonight.