Monday, June 30, 2008

Once More, The Breach, You Know

I know I've written about it before. This fear, this tension, this anxiety that creeps up every time I'm heading into production on a new flick.

It's here again.

I guess I keep thinking I won't have it. That having three flicks under my belt would have immunized me to it. But it doesn't.

It could be that this new flick is a radical departure from what I'm used to. It could be because it's going to be the least expensive movie I've ever done.

Or it could simply be the jitters I get about releasing another creation of mine. If you've ever written something or drawn something or created something--and then shown it to a person only to have that person go, "Meh"--well, that's pretty much what you may get multiplied by 10,000 now that we've got the internet.

Because if even 80% of the people like your flick, you're only going to hear from the 20% who think it's a huge piece of shit. (believe me)

I guess it's a good thing, artistically-speaking, that what I'm trying to do is a risk. It may be hard to market. It's not full of gore, so I'm gonna hear it from the Fango crowd. It's got a little bit of nudity, so there's that going for me. I go again. Stepping off the cliff. See ya at the bottom.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Over A Week...

...since I posted. Been busy.

Went to a horror convention over the weekend. Had fun, spent money I don't have. You know, same old.

Prepping for the auditions on Saturday. Still dealing with getting FOC2 placed at LGF. Not fun.

Meanwhile I was kinda liking Obama, right up until this week when he showed his true colors. You can't campaign on how you're not a regular politician and then go back on a pledge BEFORE YOU EVEN GET IN OFFICE. Yeah, that doesn't sound like every other politician out there...

Fucker. Now I gotta go vote Libertarian. Kind of in protest, ya know?

It's called a principle, B.O.--look into it. Even if doing so would cost him the election, THAT'S WHAT A MAN WITH PRINCIPLES WOULD DO.

Is it too late to start our own country? This one's FUBAR.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Death of Another Legend

Stan Winston died on Sunday. I don't know why the media isn't covering it at all.

This guy is responsible for some of the greatest movie monster creations in history. Period. An FX legend.

This guy is more important than Heath Ledger ever will be, and he doesn't even merit a 30 second mention on any news channels. Sad.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

It's that time again...

Casting for the next flick. We got a curious email from a guy who's had small roles in big flicks(pretty much every Christopher Nolan movie). He claims he's been on a "self imposed exile" for 2 years but is now back to work.

Seemed strange, but he seems like a decent actor. I have my casting assistant(me) send an email with some sides for a videotape audition(he's from L.A.). The response arrived this morning. Here it is(Jane is my fake casting chick):


Obviously you weren't impressed enough with his resume.
I mean, are you kidding?

You want me to show this unaddressed mass email with instructions on how
to tape one's self to my boss... (the guy's name)?...

You actually want him to audition for you?...

I'm the one who contacted you on his behalf; - he's looking for smaller,
indie projects to squeeze in between his commitments to Hollywood, that's

But he surely wouldn't put himself for you, or anybody else at this stage
in his career. Sorry.

If you change your mind and see what a unique opportunity this is, and how
your film can benefit from him "trying to give something back," let me


Sincerely, ------, key assistant to -----

My--I mean Jane's--reply went like this:

Listen--he's had small roles in big movies. Then he disappears off the map for 2 years. Vacation? Heroin bender? We don't know. He could be 500 pounds for all we know.

You're doing your job, I'm doing mine. (my name) doesn't give out parts without seeing an audition. He never has--and while (name) is a bigger name than we typically deal with, you seem to be under the impression that he's Al Pacino. I'm afraid that your average moviegoer has no idea who he is, so it's not like casting him blind would afford us any great consideration from a distributor.

So I appreciate your response, and if it's not worth his trouble then that's okay.


Jane is much more level-headed than I am. I was ready to just tell him to fuck off.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Hulk Movie

Saw it last night at a packed preview showing. It's fun. Not as fun as Iron Man, but still pretty cool. (only bad news: The trailer pretty much DOES show you the entire movie)

And Ang Lee should weep for shame. This movie spends the 3 minute credit sequence showing you the Hulk's origin and does it so much better than the 45 minutes that Ang took...

Tons of nods to the TV show, many familiar things from the comics. Lou Ferrigno is still RIPPED.

And my wife even liked it, so it's woman-safe.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Please, for the love of God, can we stop making movies about people who go wherever and run into a crazed family of people who then systematically butcher them one by one?

So, so tired of them.

I watched Frontiere last night. It was well done, but there was NOTHING new there. NOTHING. Well okay, it was in French. (and it was better than Storm Warning, which I just saw that was the same storyline)

I don't understand how you can get an okay budget(which this must have had) and you decide to do THAT story for the umpteenth time.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Family Function

My wife's brother's kid has a birthday yesterday. I think she'd be my niece, but I'm not positive.

Anyway, I showed up late because I'm not big on family functions anyway. I certainly wasn't getting up early to hang out in the heat with the side of the family known for their gab.

I get there and of course the jokes start about how they only see me twice a year. My kid's in the pool swimming, having fun. They're cooking burgers and hot dogs on the grill, which smell great, but I'm back on the diet so it's really just torture for me.

Then my wife's father corner's me and starts one of his never-ending stories. And another old guy--a friend of his--comes over. My wife's dad(an alcoholic who's been sober for like 25 years) tells me this friend of his is 92 years old and is the only one of his friends who's still drinking it up.

Then he starts saying crude things to the guy--and the guy is so old, so drunk, that he just keeps nodding his head and laughing. Like: "Hey Glenn, I hear you're still doing the wife three times a night!"

Glenn laughs and nods in a demented kind of way.

"She told me you put it in the wrong hole a couple of times."

More laughter and nodding.

And I'm feeling so uncomfortable, not just being trapped between two old people having a weird conversation at a kid's birthday party, but also because I don't want to picture old people having sex.

Later I found out that Glenn actually has dementia. He was wandering around the party a half hour later saying, "I can't find my wooden whistle. Have you seen it?"

Turns out I had some work to get done, so I made my exit just as they were cutting into the birthday cake. Count me out of next year's party.