Wow, we haven't updated in a while. Lots of Josh news recently, mostly pertaining to Happythankyoumoreplease, his screenwriting and directorial debut.
The movie has been doing pretty well at a bunch of film festivals:
Winner - 2010 Sundance Film Festival Audience Award
Opening Night Film - 2010 Gen Art Film Festival
Winner - 2010 Gen Art Film Festival Audience Award
Centerpiece Film - 2010 San Francisco International Film Festival
Winner - 2010 Maui International Film Festival Audience Award
Official release dates in the US are going to be around August 2010.
More links and interesting info are at the movie's Facebook page:
The ending credits of TV star Josh Radnor’s directorial debut, Happythankyoumoreplease, are similar to that of Shah Rukh Khan’s Om Shanti Om (2007), he revealed in his first ever telephonic interview with an Indian publication. Radnor plays the titular character of Ted Mosby in the popular TV comedy series, How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM).
“I haven’t seen the entire movie,” Radnor says, “but I caught its end credits related stories and adored it. The part where everyone comes out of their cars reminded me of the curtain calls in theatre. I liked how characters come back from the dead so they can be celebrated on stage. In Happythankyoumoreplease, I have done something similar during the ending credits.”
Josh Radnor, who has also written the script for his film, Happythankyoumoreplease, was in India for a friend’s wedding for two weeks last year, and may come back to seek inspiration. “I loved South India — it’s a beautiful place,” he says. “I would love to come back, write something about the place, and thank HIMYM fans for watching. Let’s hope it happens soon!”
Source - Hindustan Times
Josh Radnor, star of the CBS series How I Met Your Mother and writer, director, and star of the Sundance Audience Award-winning movie happythankyoumoreplease (due out in theaters late summer) was the latest celebrity to take our Sabbath Manifesto "Unplug Challenge," connecting to life without technology for 24 hours last weekend.
He wrote about the experience for the Huffington Post:
"The sun went down. The sun came up. The sun went down again. In that time, I abstained from the following: phone, television, computer, internet, email, texting, and music. I was told I could set my own parameters, so I had to decide for myself if going to see "Hot Tub Time Machine" Friday night constituted a violation of the terms. If any movie in current release felt appropriate to see, I reasoned, it would have to be this one - a bunch of dudes zapping themselves back to 1986. Wasn't I kind of doing my own version of that?
Even though I occasionally appear on it, I don't watch television. Partly this is because I'm snobby and always worried I'm not reading enough books. Partly this is because whenever I watch television for longer than ten minutes I find myself getting depressed. But mostly it's because I have an impossibly complicated, possibly mis-wired AV system thing going on at my house and I literally cannot figure out how to turn on the stupid television. I feel like I'm 103 years old. So no television = no big deal.
This was a big one for me. I listen to a lot of music. I'd agreed to do a weeklong workshop of a new play at the South Coast Repertory Theater, so I had an hour-long drive down to Costa Mesa Saturday morning. With no music in the car, I did the next best thing: I sang. Like the titular hot tub time machine, I found myself zapping back to my past, unearthing long forgotten melodies I learned in the Reagan era. The first song that popped into my head was the summer camp classic, "The Other Day I Met A Bear." ("A great big bear, oh way up there..." Anyone, anyone?) I made it through a few verses and got bored. Next (and I have no idea where these were coming from), I hit the great Gershwin tune, "Our Love Is Here To Stay," and was shocked to hear myself - on this day of all days - arrive at the following lyric:
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But oh, my dear, our love is here to stay.
The song was written in 1938 (just Googled it, natch) and I find it amusing that even then, Ira Gershwin noted that all that newfangled technology could be a thorn in our collective side.
Time off from the news is always something I welcome. Anyone who goes on a news fast reports an almost immediate uptick in happiness and a decrease in anxiety. I've noted this in myself, yet still I tend to saturate my nervous system with online news. I can't tell if this is the result of some kind of masochism or an unshakable feeling that staying "informed" is my duty as a citizen. Or maybe I've convinced myself one needs a certain amount of ammo to participate in the cultural conversation. But more than occasionally I wonder if that's the conversation I want to be having.
I worry, of course, that my impulse to pay less attention to the news will turn me into either an ascetic weirdo or a new-age fruitcake allergic to any and all "negativity." But that's not what this is about for me. An obsessive attention to the news, I've realized, only serves to paint a picture of the world as a throbbing blob of dysfunction, most news falling somewhere on a scale from disappointing to calamitous. What we call "the news" is really "the bad news." There's endless amounts of good news going unreported. I know that sounds hopelessly naïve, but my chronic, obsessive attention to online news doesn't make my life better - it makes me less engaged, more afraid, more convinced we're heading off the cliff and that maybe it's best to just huddle close with those most like me. And this is the very opposite of how I wish to feel. So 24 hours away from the headlines = fantastic.
No E-mail, No Texting
Here's the problem: I don't like who I've become when my iPhone is within reach. I find myself checking e-mails and responding to texts throughout the day with some kind of Pavlovian ferocity - it's not a conscious act, but a reflexive one. I'm not the first to point out that great modern paradox: the more "connected" we get, the fewer true connections we seem to be making. When my eyes and fingers are locked on the iPhone, yes, I'm connecting to people in my life, albeit connection of the electronic variety. But I'm intensely disconnected from whatever's actually happening around me in that moment.
Whatever the case, I prefer 2010 to 1986. I've never cast my lot with the "things-were-better-way-back-when" crowd. If I favor integration over reversion - and that seems the only real option - the question is: how does one navigate a life in this wired world without turning into a robot? Technological advancements are always morally neutral and like with all things, there's an upside and a downside. The trick, it seems to me, is to find a way to not go unconscious - to be, as they say, in the world, but not of it.
I'm still working out exactly how to do that, but some ritualized unplugging seems a good place to start. It really was a very nice 24 hours - I saw some friends, I sang in my car with the windows down, I rehearsed a wonderful play with some talented folks, I saw my niece and nephew and had a really nice dinner with my sister. Nothing flashy. But it felt real, slower. I could almost hear myself breathing. I'm pretty sure I was alive."
Source - Huffington Post
Malin said: "He's so intelligent. You're just stricken by his intellect. He's well spoken and he has some amazing visions.
"My husband and I were chilling with him the other night. When we walked away my husband goes 'Wow, that guy thinks a lot'. He really does."
Source - Metro UK
Right, that's some of the news. Anybody seen HTYMP yet? Tell us all about it!
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