The Fog

Slowly moving out of the fog of the flu.

Auditions were held this week. I did not attend.

I'm not even exactly sure what day is today.

Looking up at the surface of the water is very peaceful to me. Sometimes I even dream about it.

"That's not me"

This is Jennifer Gordon Thomas' cat Thelonius Monkey. Monkey is resting on a cable modem.

Ugh. I'm behind schedule and I'm sick. I get weepy when I'm sick (at least that's the excuse I like to use.) Right now I'm crying at a Dr. Who episode and I'm not even watching a Dr. Who episode right now.

The episode Father's Day has one of the most brilliant examples of "not speaking your subtext" in it. The idea of characters not speaking their subtext is a difficult one for a writer to get their head around, mostly because it involves the negative direction "Don't have the characters say what they're really thinking." How could you possibly illustrate such a thing?

Well, starting with the synopsis of this particular episode, written by Paul Cornell:

"Rose persuades The Doctor to take her back to 1987 to be with her father, Pete, when he's killed in a traffic accident. But Rose saves his life, damaging the timeline and allowing through creatures who are determined to kill anything in their path."

Pete, played by the wonderful Shaun Dingwall, realizes that Rose is his (grown) daughter. He plays this scene with a great deal of grace and precision where outside the church they're holed up in things are really bad. Fantastical monsters are attacking them. So his character does not protest too much at the equally fantastic idea that he's speaking to his daughter, grown up, while his same infant daughter is in the next room.

And right about here I'd use an example from the script but alas the New York Public Library doesn't have it. They do have the DVD, but there are like 22 "holds" on it. So my little essay on not writing subtext will have to wait until some other time.

Thank You

Thank you for babysitting my corpse while my soul roams the earth.

A Page

This is Alternative Cinema's Millennium Crisis page.

I think... well I'm not too sure... Alternative Cinema is owned by our distributor. Actually, I don't really know -- perhaps AC is the mail-order distribution arm. They have a number of labels. I gets confused.

The website for Millennium Crisis has taken a lot of hits since the movie came out in North America last week. I've had to reset the bandwidth quota twice (I'd never had to do that before.) And consequently, more hits on this blog too. Welcome!

Wow, it feels like we shot that movie a long long time ago. In the interim we've shot another movie and are prepping yet another one. Sheesh!

Now I just gotta get over this dumb cold/flu thing I have...

Patient 0

We have auditions today for 0704 The Shriven. I'm way too sick to go. Basically, if I went I would be patient zero for the massive New York actors extinction which would occur in the early part of the 21st Century. Since we need those actors (or at least some of them) it's better I not be responsible for the horrible plague which wipes them out. In retrospect, they'll appreciate it.

But the auditions will be videotaped, so I can watch them. And we'll have notes on how nice they are or if they seemed weird in not a good way. And Brian, my co-director, will be there. Laura, of course, will have the best bead on who can act for which part.

Bill Cunningham over at DisContent (which is now known as something else) wants people to mass blog about this Italian comic. I'm a bit delirious so when I read his post about it I still wasn't too sure why we're doing this, but here ya go:

I'm supposed to be breaking down this dang movie (0704, that is). I know I know, I can blog but I can't focus long enough to make a chart of each scene and what characters are in each scene? Sheesh! It's hard...

Man Cold

Today I have a man cold.


OK, everyone together now: "Poor little bunny."

Making fun of the cat

He's thrown the cable box off the top of the stereo twice now. It's a warm place but makes a convenient launching pad. Took my parents untold hours to get the cable TV working again. The cat has shown no remorse.

Here he is in more conventional sleeping arrangements.

The cat seems to sleep a great deal, when he isn't knocking A/V gear around. It's hard not to come wake him when he's being so dang cute!

It is amusing to tease him for sleeping so much. He doesn't seem to mind how you are talking to him, he just likes to hear some talking.

But of course you're not thinking that at 2 o'clock in the morning when the little fellow is running laps from room to room.

He's awfully soft. I like to snorgle his softitude.

Wednesday

Here's the best article on screenwriting I've read all year. It's all about keeping things active. Brilliant examples, too. I mentioned something similar in this post but Josh says it so much better.

This morning I was helping Maduka shoot a short. Here he is with Diana Ferrante setting up a shot.

And here's Maduka going through the paperwork.

And here's the view from the roof. We had to use actor's heads to block out the Chrysler Building because the scene was supposed to take place in London.

Update: I think I actually got sunburned out there on the roof.

Why I Vote

For Obama:

"Barack Obama said Thursday he would not use nuclear weapons "in any circumstance" to fight terrorism in Afghanistan and Pakistan."

Hillary Clinton's response: "I don't believe that any president should make any blanket statements with respect to the use or nonuse of nuclear weapons."

WTF?

Any sensible person knows that keeping nuclear weapons on the table is vastly more likely to precipitate a nuclear strike by another nation or nonnation. Clinton's response makes Pakistan, North Korea, and/or some rogue crazy guys in Chechnya want to run out and get more nukes.

Remember the days when this country took the moral stand against the unspeakable horror of nuclear weapons (even though we're the only ones to have used them)? Remember when we vowed we would never use atomic weapons in a first strike against anyone we share this planet with? Ahh.. Nuclear detente. The position the "inexperienced" Obama takes...

And, of course, there's the practical aspect of the matter: keeping nuclear weapons on the table means every nation and nonnation and rogue crazy guy wants to rush right out and get more nukes of their own. Thanks Hillary Clinton!

I'm against a nuclear war. I'm against some jerkwad coming over and taking a suitcase bomb into New York in retaliation for some idiot's use of atomics on what our "intelligence services" told them was a uranium refinery but what turned out to be a village with a school and a hospital.

I'm voting today for Obama in the first presidential primary where my vote has ever had any meaning (NJ typically has had their primary so late that the party's pick is a fait accompli.)

End of rant. Must find fuzzy animal picture to post on blog.

I Come From the Land of Noodles

Yesterday I was rotoscoping Daryl's butt for the first half of the day. Then Emi came by the studio and we went through the edit as it is. I'm really happy with what we have in Solar Vengeance. The drama works well, the music and sound effects she's chosen are wonderbar. (And best of all, I didn't have to do any of it! ;-)
We're very close to having locked picture on the entire movie.

Today there was a party at the Source. I got some kind of award.

At the party I ate a slice of pizza. Then I had chocolate, cheeses, a chocolate-chip cookie, and two mango-peach vodka drinks with a lot of vodka in them. I had more crackers and salami because I was drunk. And I had some water because the whole thing made me very thirsty.
I came home and marinated cheap steak in expensive vegetable oil and had that with a bag of Caesar's salad just to try to have some normal food.

Now, I play this game every year where I try to not find out who's playing in the Superbowl. I know the Giants are in -- it's hard not to because the Giants are a local team. I believe the New England Patriots are playing. How are they the "New England" Patriots? You don't have the "South Western Broncos"? Anyway.

Now the trick is to see how long I can go without knowing who's won. Considering the din outside in the fair city of Brooklyn it seems like a more local team hath triumphed. But yet I know not.

And yes, this makes me proud. Don't spoil it for me.

If you know the outcome of the election however, take the stress off of me and tell me. I will be voting in my first Primary of my life in two days. Until now there has not been a primary in New Jersey where the candidate hasn't already been a fait accompli. I will have a chance to affect the future.

I want my country back. Please? Can I have it back? You know, the one that didn't torture people? The one that was obsessed and methodical about the Geneva Conventions? The one where we were a nation of laws, not men? Can I have that back please?

Last night we ordered Thai food. Emi, who was born and raised in Japan, lifted high some Pad Thai into her bowl using chopsticks without spilling or dripping. My amazement at her great feat caused her to utter the words "I come from the land of noodles."

In Stores Now

Millennium Crisis

... well, a check of the Best Buy website says it's in "most stores" but looking around on the website it seems that it's only available in some stores. I dunno. But it was available in the store in Woodbridge, NJ and I went to visit.

There it is -- right between "Matrix Revolutions" and "The Mothman Prophecies".

This store only had three copies. Now they have two. I wonder if that'll be the tipping point at which Best Buy will order more?

When I got my copy and brought it home I noticed that although Ted Raimi and Ato Essandoh are both listed above the title on the cover; Clare, Ted and Olja are listed in the plastic thing you peel off the top of the DVD to open it.

Shock-O-Rama did a nice job of the packaging on the inside with a clear plastic case so you could see through to the inside artwork.

P.S. Yes that's my dad's Sudoku on the table. He finished it a little while later. I think it was a 5 - star.

Time on my Hands.

The following text is a great example of how this blog is really just my notebook in which I write stuff, some of which I may want to see later.

A little birdie told me that the web series Sanctuary is getting picked up by the SciFi Channel. That's certainly one way to actually make money with webcasting. Actually, it's the only way I've heard of as I can recall...

I still haven't gone to Best Buy to visit Millennium Crisis. It's still not available in Manhattan -- I suspect they get new shipments on a different schedule than everyone else. So we're going to Woodbridge later to find it. We've had a screener copy for a while, and we're getting a big load of copies from the distributor, we just ain't seen one yet.

I'm rendering robots for Solar Vengeance. Gives me lots of time to blog.

YAN (Yet Another Review)

Dave Campfield, the director of Dark Chamber, a picture which is coming out on POP Cinema roughly at the time our movie is coming out, forwarded me another review of Millennium Crisis. I gotta say, it's fair to say that about our bland commentary -- I was really tired when we recorded it. Next time I promise to get enough sleep before I record a commentary.

I like Dark Chamber, it's well written and a good little horror/thriller picture. I'm friends with one of the cameramen and one of the actresses and I was aware of the picture (and had actually seen little bits of the picture because it's on their reels) long before I met Dave.

What's the funniest quote from the above-linked review of Dark Chamber? "The lack of gore/nudity is inexcusable."

I'm still laughing.

More Great Theater

I'm always pleased when one of my friends makes some great theater. Tonight at my theater I saw Montserrat Mendez's Thoroughly Stupid Things, which is a rompy farce sequel to Wilde's "The Importance of Being Earnest".

This is a brilliant door-slamming cross-dressing comedy of the "let's dress like men and then kiss men dressed like women" variety. Actually, it's a door-slamming cross-dressing comedy of the "let's dress like men and then kiss men dressed like women" and then go even further with the French English Undercover Secret Police, on-stage quick-changes, and spending an entire freakin' act in rhymed couplets (because that's the rules of the English men's club we're in) - type comedy.

Now that's brilliant.

Thoroughly Stupid is very tightly directed by Megan Demarest (whom I had met before tonight but it was while I was shooting Solar Vengeance so I hadn't really put together her face with her name because my brain was so scattered at the time) with an excellent cast.

You see, the trick with this kind of material is that for the course two hours each and every actor has to be very specific -- at a rate of about two specific things a minute -- or the jokes would be lost. This kind of thing is really hard and exacting to direct and act in. And they really pulled it off. I can't even single out anyone excellent from this cast because they're universally so strong -- working in this absurdest and frequently self-referential play which I simply must see again.

The costumes and sets were lovely, putting the audience (and perhaps the actors too) immediately into the world which Mozz had created. And although a couple dimmers were apparently turned off during the first two acts of the show I saw (argh), which was only its second performance, the lighting design was elegant and dramatic.

Can you tell I liked it?

The ending of the play, which nods to A Midsummer Night's Dream, even has a touch of a somber note -- marking the reality of the world which confounds us. Making such a touching and poignant ending was a brave and successful choice to a beautiful, hilarious, and ridiculous evening. Now that's what theater is!

And to think, Mozz is writing a screenplay for Pandora Machine! Wow, I really lucked out with the people I'm graced to work with.

Clearly, this is a play, which like Universal Robots by Mac Rogers, has more life to it. I can't wait to see the journey it will go on.