You’re the best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down!

King of Kong, a documentary directed by Seth Gordon (U.S.A.) – New York Premiere. To those in the know, no classic arcade game is more difficult than Donkey Kong. Maybe that's why the world record holder is so protective of his celebrity. Look inside this world of competitive gaming, as obsession and ego drive a diverse and fascinating group of individuals to fight over who is the real "King of Kong." A Picturehouse Release. Before Sony Playstations, Ninetendo Wiis and Microsoft Xboxes, diehard video gamers went to the arcade, where games like Space Invaders, Q*bert, Joust and Centipede ruled the day. But no classic arcade game was considered more difficult to master than the one that launched a character who would grace movies, television and future games for decades to come: Donkey Kong. In 1982, Walter Day-the owner of the Twin Galaxies arcade in Ottumwa, Iowa-became the ""official"" record-keeper for video game high scores, and Life magazine asked him to bring together the world's greatest players for a photo spread. Among this group was Billy Mitchell, the world record holder on Centipede and soon-to-be king of Donkey Kong. Mitchell's score was considered unbeatable, and went unchallenged for a while. Mitchell grew up, and became a Florida hot-sauce mogul, but all along the way, he remained protective of his status as the grand champion of Donkey Kong. Like many social circles, Twin Galaxies is a clique not terribly friendly to outsiders, and Mitchell has always been their big man on campus. Seth Gordon's hilariously entertaining documentary focuses on the first real challenge to Mitchell's record, when the 35-year-old Steve Wiebe, former high school jock and musician, now seemingly perpetual runner-up, decides to bide his time, during yet another job layoff, trying to master Donkey Kong. The ensuing conflict between the mild-mannered Wiebe and the aggressive Mitchell (aided by his Twin Galaxies minions who treat the entire endeavor with the utmost seriousness) make a fun film that must be seen to be believed. A Picturehouse Release. —Aaron Dobbs
Last night our rep from a stock agency Sharon hooked us up with all access passes to the Tribeca Film Fest, there were no celebs since it was not a premier but it was still awesome to get a chance to go. Alex and I went down after work and wondered around the lower-lower side of Manhattan, I get seriously so lost down there. I have lived in this city in various places for 3 years now and there are more than a few areas that I can’t find my way around to save my life. So, after a lot of stopping and some turning around and a little bit of eyelash betting to get directions we finally found the theater on Vesey Street. We met with Sharon and eventually Eric after he go lost in the area for the better part of an hour. After a quick bite to eat we settled down to watch the movie.

I had a few reservations about the subject matter envisioning myself bored out of my mind watching nerds run around the screen talking about their highest level achieved . But I was wrong! Oh I was so wrong! This was more than likely the best movie I have seen in a very long time. I was so well done and the complexity of the characters, well they aren’t really characters since it’s a documentary. Anyways, I am in love with this movie. I would highly recommend it and would love to go on and on about the emotional ups and downs that are associated with the film (masterfully put to the fist pumping tunes of Joe Esposito’s “ You're the Best” with a little bit of “Eye of the tiger”) but I really don’t want to ruin it incase anyone gets a chance to see it. On the train ride home both Eric and I decided to write letters to Billy and tell him what a slime he was and that he didn’t deserve his fame within the cult of the uber arcade nerds, we also want to write to Steve Weibe and tell him that he is our hero. And to never underestimate the stamina of the underdog! And probably give him some advice to maybe play less video games and hangout with his wife who kind of didn’t get his journey to become the world record holder in Donkey Kong after getting laid off. I mean if she was a good wife she would totally understand her husband locking himself in the garage to video taping himself beating his highest score while you are left to tend to your two children, right?

Such a great film! When I got home I downloaded Joe Esposito’s “ You're the Best” and ran around the apartment pretending to be Karate Kid and telling Eric that Steve Weibe was my hero. I gave Murphy a bath cause he was smelling like a dog and that was getting really gross when he slept in the bed with us, and the other night when Eric rolled over and told me I smell like a dog and I had to let him know how sweet he was with and elbow to the ribs (a gentle one) and that is was the pillows from HIS smelly dog laying on them.


This morning I woke up and rolled over to pushed play on my ipod player to wake up to“ You're the Best”, ran around the apartment again like a crazy person. While Eric and I were walking to the train I told him I think if I ever get married I want that song to be the wedding song, Eric just looked at me and said sometimes he wonder what goes on in my head. We parted ways at the F train for me to go to Manhattan to my job and him to go further into Brooklyn to Park slope. One more listen to the Karate Kid theme song and I was on my way to work! I really don’t think you can have a bad day when you wake up to that song.

Tonight the plan is hit up lush on my way home to get some over priced, organic, vegan coco nutty smelly conditioner (as mush as I complain its really the only thing that works. and I really love it. I tried to out smart myself the last time I finished the bottle and went to buy ghetto Eckerd rip off Pantene conditioner for $2.99….not the same. Alas I will have to dig deep into the pockets for the good stuff) and then home to run with David. We had a semi-pathetic one last Tuesday so today we have to step it up. Then relax time.

Seriously I am deliriously amped on listening that song.

And this morning the coffee cart guy gave me a muffin with my iced coffee cause I have “pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile” and he made me promise to go back and get my coffee there tomorrow, I don’t know if I am flattered or creped out!