Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Uninspired Journalism

So I think I told you I was closing my shop, right? An local journalist who I have done stories with about my movies came in to interview me.

Here's what she came up with. A very uninspiring title, and also a bit misleading. Sounds like I failed, right? I mean, do you know any other small business that's stayed in business almost 17 years?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Date Night

The wife wanted to go out to dinner and a movie. Been a while since we did that.

Called Texas Roadhouse. We've had gift certificates for there that we got for Christmas and still haven't used. They're ALWAYS busy. ALWAYS have a wait. I call ahead to get put on the list so when we get there we won't have to wait very long.

Not tonight. Friday night at 7pm. No wait?

On the ride over we notice Brewster's pub has closed. Place was there for like 15 years. Lot of stuff is closing. This state is in big trouble and the politicians don't seem to notice.

At dinner, the best out of context quote from my wife: "Hey, once they knock me out they can do whatever the hell they want to me!" We were talking about dentists and getting wisdom teeth taken out. She thinks she might need a root canal, and we were both wondering why they don't knock you out for it.

I had one and it wasn't a very good experience.

After dinner we went to a movie. Bridesmaids. That is one funny movie...

Before the movie four big black guys strolled in and sat down, and I asked my wife, "Does this seem like a movie four brothers are gonna come watch? A movie about five white chicks getting married?"

Turns out though, that I think pretty much everybody will find it funny. There are a couple of moments that had me actually laughing so hard that I was crying. That doesn't happen often.

Then back home. Back to GOH.

Am also having a great time hearing about all the Final Cut Pro problems in the new version. I think FCP simply cut their own throat...they were on their way down anyway, with how great the Adobe CS5 suite is, but this appears to be them giving up...

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Fb nonsense

I know, it's one of those questionaire things, but I felt like participating. Just not on Facebook.

Rules: Pick an artist and answer the question with the title of one of their songs. And yeah, is it any wonder why NIN is my favorite band of all time? Man, this list just makes me want to go listen to the songs...

Artist: Nine Inch Nails

Describe yourself: broken

How do you feel: Head Like a Hole

If you could change your name: The Great Destroyer

Describe where you currently live: Suck

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: The Beginning Of The End

Your favorite form of transportation: March of the Pigs

Your best friend(s):terrible lie

You and your best friends are: We're In This Together

What's the weather like: Sin

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Survivalism

What is life to you(tie): Every Day is Exactly the Same/Something I Can Never Have

Your current relationship: happiness in slavery

Your fear:Gave Up

What is the best advice you have to give: Love Is Not Enough

Thought for the Day: Me, I'm Not

How I would like to die: In This Twilight

My soul's present condition: Somewhat Damaged

My motto: Kinda I Want To

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Good Father's Day


So, today really doesn't get any better for me. You could almost call it near perfect.

Other than when I laid down to go to sleep around 7am, and tossed and turned. Sleep isn't coming easy lately. I looked at the clock on occasion to see how long I'd been laying there. Last one I remember seeing was 8:20am, so I must have fallen asleep after that.

Got up, checked my email, and then went out to watch another local filmmaker work. I gotta level with you: I have no idea why you would try to direct something with no shooting script and/or shot list. None. It seems insane to me. Don't they realize that more than half the battle in making a movie is in preparation?

They were shooting in an old museum, and they made a decision that I consider a mistake. They turned off the A/C unit on a hot hot day. I had this same issue on FOC1. I learned a lesson. It's better to leave the A/C on and get an ambient WITH it, then to turn it off and get the best audio, while your actors visibly sweat on screen and your crew curses the decision to ever work with you.

I won't make that mistake again. If you have the A/C running in the background(and I'm talking about a typical unit, not some loud clacking one), just make sure the mic is close to the actors. As long as the signal-to-noise ratio is large(meaning, their voice is as near to peaking as you can get it while the A/C is low on the monitor), you'll be fine.

Anyway, it was fun nonetheless. Shot the shit with Zig, said hi to some actors I haven't seen in a while, and met some new ones.

Then I raced home 'cause the wife had promised what I like to call "Steak and a BJ". Yeah baby. I cooked the steaks to perfection(okay, they were a little under-cooked to her, but she likes well-done...), we ate.

Want me to draw ya a picture of what happened after? Nah, you can probably figure it out. Anyway, after that, I had vanilla ice cream with colored favorite.

Man, doesn't get better than that...

So here, I'm feeling good. Take a look at a rough scene for GOH with temp music. It's a pretty uneventful convo that won't make sense to you, but it'll give you an idea of the look and how the actors are. This was shot in front of the Cloisters castle.

Only up temporarily. When it hits 20 views, it's gone.

Saturday, June 18, 2011


So, been hectic. Most of the shit I'd think about posting seems a bit trivial.

Like, right now I'm watching Wet Hot American Summer. Someone somewhere recommended it. It's's a very weird mix of nostaligiac camp comedy meets slapstick meets outright weirdness. I don't know how to explain it.

But, they got a lot of actors for their miniscule budget. The soundtrack alone must have cost them a mil, so where'd they get the money for Paul Rudd, Chris Meloni, Elizabeth Banks, Janeane Garofalo, David Hyde Pierce, Michael Ian Black, Molly Shannon, Bradley Cooper, Amy Poehler, and more.

I know, none of those were A-listers at the time, but they've all had hits and are recognizable faces(and some names). On sheer quantity alone, they got a ton of recognizable talent. And their total budget was around $3 mil.

In other news, finally watched Black Death. I like the director, Christopher Smith. This movie has Sean Bean playing a medieval warrior(I you've never seen him in THAT role). It's not a bad movie. Not great, but you can stream it free on Netflix, so it's worth that.

Screened the GOH rough cut for Zig. Felt long. Still dislike the first 25 minutes. I think I can fix some of it. The audio is a fucking disaster though. Shit, why is it so fucking hard to get good audio?

Got these Blu Rays for $7.99 on Amazon: Child's Play, The Arrival and The Quick and The Dead. Last week I accidentally bought a duplicate of Starship Troopers on Blu Ray. Man, I only have like 30 of them and I'm already getting dupes...

Anyway...I won't mention that we're discussing the next flick already. Luke, my GOH co-writer, has already got someone lined up who is willing to put up more money than I've ever spent on anything other than FOC2.

We're talking about getting my old D.P. back and shooting on two Red Ones this time around(to make a 16-day shooting schedule feasible), and we're even talking about getting a couple of small names actors in it. (the kind you'd either recognize but not know their name or maybe you'd recognize the name but not be sure where you heard it)

It's all premature, and just one more card to add to the stack...

Monday, June 06, 2011

You're Not Gonna Believe This...

Time for another episode of "Holy Fuck, How Douchey Can MovieGoers Be?"

You may remember my Mist story, or perhaps my Predators nightmare, and there have been others I can't track down.

So today I went to see X-men First Class. It's pretty crowded for a 3:30pm Monday showing. Nobody was next to me for quite some time, and then of course, after the lights went out some people sat to my right. (there was a one-seat gap though)

And the movie starts, and after about five minutes the guy pulls out his blackberry and starts dicking with it, punching it with his stylus.

I'm thinking..."Holy shit, really?" I had just had this convo about why movies are no fun to go to anymore, and I'm just not sure how the dickhead cocksucking piece of shit fuckheads know what seat I'm sitting in, but here ya go!

Now, he's shielding it a little. I really can only see it out of my peripheral vision when the screen is showing something dark. But when the screen is dark it's like a little flashlight on the outside of my right eye.

I ignore it for a while. Much of the movie takes places in the day, and I didn't notice the phone then. And he would put it face down for a while so at times I thought he was done.

He was not. I'd say about 2/3 of the way through the movie he picks the phone up again. I turn to him(I have turned to him a number of times, but he's clearly ignoring my stare which I KNOW he can feel), and this time I say, "Are you fucking kidding me? Put it away."

He smiles, friendly, and says, "Sorry, it's for work."

I don't think about that. I just say, "I don't care," and go back to the movie. The light disappears so I assume he's put the phone away. All done.

Nope. During what leads into the climactic battle of the movie--the last half hour--he pulls it out again and goes to work. The fucking phone even BEEPS once.

I turn to him and say, "Turn the fucking phone OFF." He gets an attitude. Turns to me and says, "All you have to do is ask me nicely."

I'm not lying here. THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.

I say, "I did that already. You ignored me."

"No, you laughed at me. Why don't you just ask me nicely?" he says again.

I'm getting PISSED. Yeah, he's not the smallest guy, and he's clearly in good shape. But I will fuckin' fight you in the movie theater if I have to, even if you're Mike Tyson in his prime.

"I don't have to ask you nicely. Turn the fucking phone off."

I'm not exactly sure what he said, and I can see I'm missing the movie. So I stand up, shove past him, and stride out of the theater. I don't see a manager anywhere. I head for the information desk.

I tell the guy there the problem--he says all the managers are in a meeting. I tell him he should get one out 'cause there's gonna be a fight. Instead, he tells a 25 year old guy who seems a little slow to go tell douchebag to turn his phone off.

I say, "If he didn't do it for me, he's not going to do it for this 25 year old..."

The 25 year old tells me he's been in retail for five years, and he's had to do this before. I say whatever, and we head in the direction of the theater.

And who comes walking down but douchebag. I point him out for 25 year old. Douche bag comes right up to me and says(and again, I am not lying), "What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you've been fucking texting for the entire fucking movie, and I paid money to see it."

He says, "You only had to ask me nicely," and I replied, "No, I don't. You turn your fucking phone off during the movie. You don't text the whole goddamn time--there's a warning at the beginning of every movie."

He says, "I wasn't texting. I was working." really is staggering the amount of idiocy coming from this guy's mouth. I am caught unprepared. How do you argue with this kind of ignorance?

At this point we are face to face, yelling. The 25 year old has backed far away, and people in the auditorium are stopping to watch. It appears a fight is coming.

"You're working? IN A MOVIE? Are you fucking kidding me?" This is all I can manage, and it's possible that there were a lot more F-bombs in it.

"Why are you so mad?" he asks. "I told you I'm not gonna do it anymore."

"I'm mad because you've ruined the fucking movie for me, and I've now missed another ten fucking minutes."

"So what do you want me to do?" he asks. "I told you I was putting it away. What do you want?"

He's backed off a little, but he's clearly trying to use his pea-brain to psychologically disarm the situation.

"I want the last hour of my life back. I want to be able to enjoy a movie without a douchebag like you ruining it."

He has no response to this. I shake my head and walk back into the theater. As I take my seat, I can feel the blood pumping through me. I am shaking with anger and the adrenaline rush.

For ten minutes he doesn't come back in, and I have a hope that maybe he left. Nope. He came back in, sits down, and didn't open his phone again.

Didn't fix the movie for me. The weekend was bad, so this was sort of an extension of that...I am seriously gonna start shooting people...