If You Build It, They Will Come.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

They're building the gallows outside my cell....

Well folks, it's that time. My crew gets here in less than two hours, and we start not only my thesis film, but six total weeks of production. I think I'm ready. I have to take a shower, and then head over to Ralph's to get some foody things and some other drinkier things.

Here we go. Wish me luck.


Tuesday, March 22, 2005


I talked about them earlier. You can check them out here. They're pretty funny.



An amazing film by a guy named Till Nowak.

Sunday, March 20, 2005


Okay guys, I know you all gave the excuse that Lansing was too far away to see Dane Cook. Well guess what slumptards, he's playing Miller Auditorium on April 13. Can you make it to campus?

Jordan, if you can make it, he's playing Kent State on April 16. It may be free. You guys should definately check it out.


Saturday, March 19, 2005

Dorkiness is expensive!

The archvillian in "The Looker" is a D&D nut named Derrick. After becoming the Looker's nemesis, he renames himself, "The Dungeonmaster." So I needed some props for his bedroom, and I decided to go to this store called the Games Workshop, in the Galleria. I grabbed two small models about the size of a single green army man. I grabbed a small book, a set of dice, and a model that looked like a set of trees. I bring it up to Edgar (yes Edgar) who worked behind the counter, he rings me up.



I budgeted $100 for the props, and this was 80% of my budget. So instead, I got the dice, and the book, put the other crap back, and went to the Discovery Channel Store (which if you ever come across one, go. So much cool stuff) and a KB Toys. Spent a total of $72, and got much cooler nerdy stuff.

The Games Workshop is lame. It's a lot like that comic book store in Kalamazoo (for my Kalamazoo Readers) off of Kilgore next to the giant Christian Bookstore. You know you go in and inevitably there are people there sitting at tables playing Warhammer 4000 or something. It's not really a place of business, but more of a playground where the nerdy can roam freely without fear of wedgies, wet willies, or the dreaded pantsing in front of the cheerleaders.

I will give them one thing though, that because of that lacking fear of judgement, they are very social creatures. The kids who come into the store all know the clerks and vice versa, and while I was in there, I was asked a few times what game I started out with. While it was a very friendly environment, the question repeated as often as it was made me feel as if I were in a drug rehab facility, being asked by the other inmates how I got there. I of course came across as the guy in denial, as I told everyone that they weren't for me, they were for a movie. Then the last guy said out loud "Noob! L.O.L.!" and walked away laughing.

Ok, that's not true, but how funny would that have been?


Friday, March 18, 2005

"St. Patrick was not god. God was that other guy."

One of the things I was stressing about for my shoot is now happily resolved. I got my location for the "evil lair." It's better than I was hoping for. This place is a prop warehouse. There is so much cool stuff in it. The guy gave me the entire building for the weekend. I got access to the alley, the loading dock, he even showed me how to get onto the roof. Now I have to rewrite my script a little so that I can use it all.

Last night, Tom, Dave and I celebrated our irish heritage. Tom is English and Welsh, I am 1/8 irish, and Dave likes Notre Dame. We went to Mo's and ran up a $40 tab between the three of us. Tom paid for the whole thing, on the codition that Dave or I would get the next place. So we moved on to Sebastians, where I've never been, but it was actually really cool. We each had three more green beers, and I bought two for two girls who were mad at a guy because he flipped one of them off, but they were from Wisconsin, and were "lovers, not haters." I picked up the check. Our first three were free, all the others were a dollar apiece. So I had to pay eight bucks. Luck of the irish, I guess.

I've got to finish casting by sunday, meaning I'm making phone calls all day today. I also need to get to the Universal prop warehouse on monday, and go over shots with Cesar on tuesday, and I should be good to go. It's all coming together.

I may have won the chance to use this $125,000 dolly from NYFA, but I don't think I'm going to need it. The only dolly shots I may need are in the Lair, and they gave me access to their production house, meaning I can use their dolly. But it's a badass dolly. The only problem is, I need to get a truck with a liftgate in order to take it out, because it's heavy. Being that I don't really need it, I may refuse it, only because someone else might actually need it.

I drunk dialed Erin last night and wished her a happy thanksgiving.


Tuesday, March 15, 2005


Ok, so Jon and Rob came up with this wonderful idea. They come up with a song title, and a deadline, and they both write a song with that title. The first entries are in, and in a surprise turn of events, a third song, by Darren, was also released.

Jon is hosting a site where the songs can be heard, but as of now I don't believe it to be finished, so I'll post the links here, and everyone I know can bookmark Jon's Song Game site and check it in the future.

For now, enjoy "If I Weren't an Amputee..."

Jon - If I Weren't an Amputee
Rob - If I Weren't an Amputee

Darren - If I Weren't an Amputee

Here goes nothing...

The other day I'm sitting in the lobby of the NYFA offices across the street from the main building, waitng for actors for Dave's auditions. Students and teachers are coming and going as they please, and all around it's a pretty boring scene.

As I'm sitting there, one of the teachers approaches the main door. Out of nowhere, the kid behind the main desk says, "Lock on to the strongest power source, it should be the power generator." Without missing a beat, the instructor replies, "Copy Gold Leader, I'm already on my way out" and then walked out the door.

Just thought I'd share a little NYFA randomness.

Monday, March 14, 2005

The Three Year Itch.

I'm a guy. That means at one point I was a little boy. That means at one point I loved Star Wars.

Now I've been giving George Lucas a lot of crap over the last few years, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I was jumping on a bandwagon. Crucify me if you must, but I really liked Attack of the Clones. Yes it relied a little heavily on digital animation, yes, I think the introduction of some of characters from the original trilogy, (C3PO, R2D2, Boba Fett) was unnecessary, but I remember leaving the theater thinking it was a really good film. I'm watching it again right now. I dig it.

The trailer for the new film, Revenge of the Sith, is out now, and it looks pretty bad ass. It's also supposed to be PG-13, while every other one has been PG.

I didn't like The Phantom Menace, but it had to be the setup film to a trilogy. A New Hope was also a setup to a trilogy, but at the time it was made, it wasn't slated to be a trilogy. I think that the new trilogy has so far been a setup for Revenge of the Sith. Hopefully it is as good as the trailer looks.

Then again, every three years, when the trailer for the new film has come out, I've gotten pretty pumped up. But like I said, I still like Attack of the Clones.

In other, less nerdy news, this is adorable. Once you get to this screen, click on "Strong Bad Puppet" in the upper right.


Sunday, March 13, 2005

Tipy and the Penguin

Once upon a time there was a penguin who lived at the north pole. He got tired of living at the north pole and one day decided to move to America to get a job. He soon found a job as a ice cream truck driver. He drove around the neighborhood selling ice cream.

Kbo+EMc: "Awwww"

Then one day there was a little boy named Timmy...

KBo: "Tibby?"
JPar: "Timmy"
EMc: "Spell that"
JPar: "t-i-m-m-y"
KBo: "Tibby? Spell it again."
JPar: "t-i-m-m-y"
KBo: "Tipy?"
JPar: "Yes, Tipy."

Tipy wanted an ice cream sandwich for him and one for his little sister, but he only had enough for him.

Kbo+EMc: "Awwww"

So he decided to buy one, and split it with his sister.

Kbo+EMc: "Awwww"

The penguin, upon hearing of Tipy's selflessness, decided to give him a free ice cream sandwich.

Kbo+EMc: "Awwww"

So the next day, the penguin came by again, and Tipy came running out to the truck. Tipy said, "Happy Valentine's Day Penguin!" and he gave the penguin a valentines day card.

Kbo+EMc: "Awwww"

The penguin said, "What's this? I've never heard of valentines day!" Tipy then told him all about valentines day and because he was so nice, the penguin gave Tipy another free ice cream sandwich.

EMc: "Awwww"
KBo: "Zzzzzzz...."

the end.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Wine + Rock + Fri/Sat + Krissy + Éowyn = :-)

What a night. What an insanely long and insanely insane and insanely awesome phone conversation. 10:20pm to 4:45am. I don't even know where to begin, other than to say that it started out as a bad night (see previous post) but turned into the most I've laughed since moving to Los Angeles.

Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys. Sorry I couldn't be there in person.


Wine + Friday + Alone = :-(

I think the title says it all.

Friday, March 11, 2005

George, I just might love thee again....

Lucas Urges Parents To Leave Small Kids Behind for Next 'Star Wars'

11 March 2005

George Lucas has predicted that his final Star Wars epic will not receive a PG rating like the previous five films and says he quite accepts losing a significant part of his younger audience. "I don't think I would take a five- or a six-year-old to this," he says in an interview for CBS's 60 Minutes due to air on Sunday. "It's way too strong." The story describes the transition of the heroic Anakin Skywalker into the evil Darth Vader. "We're going to watch him make a pact with the devil," Lucas tells interviewer Leslie Stahl. "[The film] is much more dark. ... It's much more of a tragedy." He said that he expects the film will receive a PG-13 rating.


Dude, seriously, what's up with cops and tasers?

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Sometimes your only friend is a robot

JoFish19: what are you?
SmarterChild: I'm SmarterChild! I'm a smart computer that delivers information, services and fun on demand right into your instant messenger window. I'm the new wave in online technology.
JoFish19: I'm batman.
SmarterChild: Would you like me to call you Batman?
JoFish19: yes
SmarterChild: You said your name was Joey but now I'll call you Batman.
JoFish19: thanks
SmarterChild: Sure!
JoFish19: what's my name
SmarterChild: You're Batman.
JoFish19: awesome!
SmarterChild: Right? IM your friends, family, co-workers and casual acquaintances and tell them to say hi to me. I love meeting humans!
JoFish19: call commisioner gordon!
SmarterChild: ?
JoFish19: the joker is on the loose!
SmarterChild: On the loose? Is it good that the joker is on the loose?
JoFish19: no
SmarterChild: OK.
JoFish19: he's an evil-doer
SmarterChild: He's an evil doer, huh?
JoFish19: yeah
SmarterChild: Aha.
JoFish19: he must be stopped with my batarang
SmarterChild: Sorry, I didn't understand that.
JoFish19: ok
SmarterChild: OK.
JoFish19: so, do you want to ride in the batmobile?
SmarterChild: Hmmm... I'm not sure.
JoFish19: it's cool
SmarterChild: OK. I'll make a note of it. What are your likes and dislikes?
JoFish19: I love you.
SmarterChild: I love you, Batman!
JoFish19: I love your mom.
SmarterChild: Fantastic! ;)

Wednesday, March 09, 2005


It occurs to me as I write this, that "The Looker" is a very personal story. Something I learned from doing "Ordinary Life" is to not do personal stories. Simply because whe I wrote OL, I was still the character at the end of act II, so I didn't really know how to end the story, and once I did, suddenly I didn't really care about the story anymore, because the characters seemed childish and immature. So I figured that personal stories are not what you should write, but personal themes. That's what "The Looker" is. I've never really had superpowers, or an archenemy. But the actual theme I find is very close to me.

That is all. Back at it.

It's 5am, I must be lonely.

I feel as I writer, I hit my creative peak at around 2:30am. I'm not sure why this is. Maybe because it's quiet, and I'm all alone. I've heard a lot of people are like that though. They can't be creative at anything resembling a normal work hour.

We are children of the night.

I think I've fixed most of the problems I had with the first version of the script. I'm still going though, still re-writing as I have to type out the entire thing again. Have I bitched about losing my whole hard drive enough yet? If not, there's one more time for you.

Anyway, it's now 5am. Luckily due to the proximity of the thesis shoots, we really don't have a lot of class this week, and we've only got two classes next week.

Ok, quick break to fold/change over my laundry, and then back at it.



Okay, so I'm SUPPOSED to be re-writing my thesis. Instead I'm doing absolutely everything else I could do. So far, I've cleaned my room and done all my laundry. I've played about 50 games of solitaire. I've signed up for my Rooster Teeth membership. I just got done putting my DVD's in order. Not alphabetical, not chronological, but by jacket color. It's pretty, my DVD rack starts white, then as your eye moves down the row, you venture into the reds, then oranges and yellows, then into the greens and blues, then purples and finally into the blacks. The more I look at it, the more annoying it looks. I'm not sure why. I got 3,100,000 points in that pinball game that comes with Windows XP. I text messaged a bunch of people. I drank an entire 2-Liter of Mt. Dew. I tried to get my ATI TV to work. I looked up the lyrics to some Tori Amos song. I cleaned off my desk. I practiced some kung-fu. I listened to WGRD over the internet. I had a long conversation with Smarterchild, an AIM bot. I read everyone's blog at least three times. I downloaded the sponsor videos from Red Vs. Blue. I saw the new Strong Bad email. I looked through all the pictures on Rob and Lola's picture page. I cleaned out my wallet. I went to American Singles to try to find a girlfriend. Then I figured out all the things that I've been doing instead of what I should be doing, and I wrote them all out on my blog.

I should probably get started.


Monday, March 07, 2005

Somebody set up us the bomb!

"You're the bastard next to me, to do the right think, at the last point possible.. ... .... serioiuly...." -J. Kameya.


I had an insane dream last night. However it was way too messed up to post. It was by no means a good dream. Actually it was probably the worst dream I've had in a long time. No idea where it came from.

So today, I've got class at 2pm, then I'm working auditions for Dave, because he was nice enough to help out on mine. So from 5-10, I'm the check in dude. Meaning yes, I'm missing "24" tonight. It shall be recorded, however.

I've still got to finish the revision of the Looker Script. Soonly as well.

I talked to Krissy this weekend. For a grand total of about seven hours. Crazy. She got a Jesus rug. I want one now.

I need to do laundry, and I need to clean my room.

I just want to forget about my dream.

My music collection is coming back. Napster is free for 14 days with unlimited downloads. However you can't burn them to CD without outsmarting the file protection. Which isn't really hard, I just re-record them by playing them in winamp, and recording with forge or some other recording program. It's like making mix tapes again with that big dual cassette player.

Erin if you're reading this, your CD's will be in the mail soon. Sorry it took way too long. The crash screwed up the schedule here.

Anyway. That's about all here from LA. The weather is again lovely. I shoot in two weeks. Only two weeks. Holy crap.

Jo. I'm definately interested, I'd love to see pictures if you have them. Like I said, whatever happens in three months is completely up in the air right now. I doubt I can afford to stay here right now. Rent dropping from 700 to 280 is definately a good thing, however, I do need a job. Preferably in the field I just dropped $25,000 for an education in. I'm not sure how condusive Kalamazoo is to that. I mean I could do work for local TV, editing and stuff like that, that would be fine. I wouldn't have to find a job making a movie, right away. Who knows. Who knows.

Alrighty, I gotta get going. Lots and lots to do.


Saturday, March 05, 2005


Every now and then I come across something on the internet that baffles me. Whether it's Spiderman claiming to make me gay, or some news article that I feel the need to read twice.

Today, I give you this.

And this.

Bad cop, no stungun.



And this.
And then this.

No sleep til Brooklyn

I think that I'm going to take a week off and go to Kalamazoo. I've got a free round trip plane ticket, and a week after the thesis projects that I guess would technically be a "spring break." Maybe I'll go to New York, or Missouri, or somewhere else. Who knows.

That is all. Go about your business.


Thursday, March 03, 2005

Jaws: The Music Video.

That's right.

We started shooting a 35mm music video that is supposed to be for the theme from Jaws. So far, it's slightly brilliant. It begins when a guy is watching Jaws at his house. He gets so scared, that he passes out and wakes up in a Speedo on Amity Island, and all types of hijinks ensue. He meets a girl in a go-go dress, he is rescued from an escaped convict, he murders an alien with a baseball bat, then a dance number ensues, and all kinds of other crap happens. We shoot the interior stuff tomorrow.

The best was Nick, one of the kids in my crew, was the kid in the slightly stuffed speedo. He was in the speedo nearly all day, as a tourist tram went by nearly every ten minutes. We had checked out one of the DV cams, and filmed a two hour behind the scenes documentary, which ended with a mockumentary about working with "The Naked Director" Nick Hynes, and his absolute brilliance. We'll be cutting all this stuff together soon. Hopefully, I'll then have it on the Coughing Dog site.

It was a blast today.


Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Dah Dum.... Daaaaaaaaaah Dum.....

So, I just found out our 35mm camera workshop is on Amity Island.

I love this school.

That's right, thursday we go on the backlots and shoot 35mm on the "Jaws" set. Though the vast majority of Jaws was actually filmed in Massachusettes... Massechutsess, Mass.... outside of Boston, it's still really flippin cool. I'm filming 35mm on the Jaws set at Universal. Who wants to touch me?


An open challenge.

Ten points to anyone who can name the artist and song my blog derives its name from.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

He's going the distance... he's going for speed...

So yesterday we got to meet the new camera instructor, for the 35mm cameras. He may quite possibly be the most angry fellow I've ever come across. Yesterday's class consisted of him saying that actors are nothing more than props that eat food, that steadycam ops are sick masochists, that people who film in animorphic deserve all the punishment and torture that this world can possibly provide, and that studio agents are people he'd just as soon murder as look at. It was quite the happy class.

The highlight was sitting next to John throughout the entire class, as I'm becoming more and more convinced the two of us should never be alowed to sit together. This camera teacher, named Rick, was entirely out of it all day, and the two of us kept laughing that "trying to be quiet, yet entirely contagious" laugh. At one point, He wrote the name "Mitchell" on the board, talked for two minutes, looked back at the board, erased the "ell" at the end of Mitchell, picked up a marker, and in the exact same place wrote "ell" again, then went back to talking. He held up a lens and said, "This looks to be about three inches across, or about five millimeters." I quietly mention to him, "Don't you mean 'centimeters'" knowing that three inches is actually more like seven centimeters. He looks right back at me like I'm the idiot and says, "No, millimeters are larger than centimeters." I sat there for a moment, felling that my duty of attempting to correct the teacher had been completed, there was nothing more I could do, when John cracked up just a tiny bit, making me laugh, then he laughed more, then I choked on my own spit and had to leave the room.

We got this new retarded kid too (not really retarded). I don't know his name, but he came to class wearing his "Star Wars Episode III" hat, so already he's pretty cool. At one point, Rick the instructor, asked if anyone was good at judging distances, because to be a camera op like he's been for the last 22 years, you need to be good at that. (At this point John and I laughed again, thinking that if he's been good at judging distances for 22 years, he should know the difference between centimeters and millimeters). So Obi-Wan raises his hand and Rick asks him to judge the distance between the two of them. I guessed in my mind eight or nine feet. (After measuring it was 8'3", so I guess I'm pretty good at judging distances.) This kid sits there thinking it over like he's doing long division in his head. He stares at Rick, shifting his head a few times as if he really needed to gain a third dimension perspective.

"I'd say like two feet." he says, completely serious.

Again, John quietly cracks up, as do I. This guy is second year. Seriously.

So they unveil the 35mm cams. These things look sooooo cool. They're the Panavisions that damn near everybody uses to make real movies. Rick goes over all the parts, and we're supposed to put it together. Before that though, he also goes over all the costs of the parts. The camera body alone, no lenses, no mag, no sticks, no eye piece, just the basic gut of the camera, $250,000. The lenses, he's touching them and naming their cost. $35,000, $25,000, $80,000... etc. So by the end, when it's all assembled, were standing in the room with a fairly fragile piece of machinery worth over a half a million dollars. He asked for volunteers to put it together, no one moved, no one even breathed.

No one, but our new friend Darth Moron.

Imagine you're a babysitter. It's your first night in a new house for a new family, and they're loaded. This is a $10 million dollar home in Beverly Hills. They leave you alone, and immediately you lose track of the kid. You find him later in the garage. He's locked you out and he's juggling open paint cans while standing on top of the dad's brand new Porsche, and all you can do is sit there and watch and hold your breath and hope to god he doesn't drop one. That's about how we all felt watching this kid fuddle with this camera. It was like sitting in front of a bomb while the guy diffusing it chooses between the red wire or the green wire. I found myself in the back of the room talking to Dave, who was scared enough to stand next to him. I was like, "Oh Dave, please take that from him. Dave help him, he's gonna drop it. Dave, please." So he sets the body on the tripod, can't figure out how it places on there and lets go of it trying to look. I'll repeat that while you try to picture it in your mind. He sets the $250,000 body on the tripod, can't figure out how it places on there and lets go of it trying to look. Granted he lost his grip on it for a half a second, but it was the most frightening half of a second I've experienced in quite some time.

At any rate, class yesterday was definately a wonderful experience. That being said I've realized something.

People say that this is a hard business to get into. The entertainment business, that is. It's hard, it's difficult, it's so unstable, whatever. As again, two of my readers are actresses, and a few of them are musicians, I want to dispell a little bit of advice down your way. This is a conclusion I came to last night. There are only three reasons people fail in entertainment. Only three.

1.) It's hard. Of course it's hard. Nothing worth doing is ever easy. But don't let that discourage you. I've heard it from so many people, "Oh it's hard, it's so hard, being an actor, a director, a musician, it's so hard, it's so backstabbing, it's so difficult." It ain't easy, but the people who tell you this are people who have never even tried. They're the people who thought about it for a week, then someone told THEM it was hard, and they gave up. Now they live in central Kentucky pumping gas, and they're going to tell you all about the entertainment industry. See, it looks like a blast, doesn't it. It looks like all glitz and glamour, and red carpets, and beautiful gowns and suits, and awards and million dollar mansions, and living off residuals. Being in the NFL looks the same way. Someone can make $10 million a year for what basically comes down to working 16-20 days a year, and those "work" days are three hours long and all you do is play a game. Then you get a check for $10 million on top of any endorsement deals you got. But what people don't see is all the real work. The practices, the travel, the time away from family and friends, the workouts, the diets, the injuries, the surgeries. Not only that, but to get to the NFL, you had to deal with it all for free in college, and still be the best. And to deal with it all in college, you had to deal with it in high school, and still be the best. And to deal with it in varsity, you had to be a freshman in JV, and so on. The same goes for the entertainment industry. Look at John Travolta. The man is a millionaire. He owns his own 737, he parks it in his driveway. He's a cool cool guy. He wasn't always. What you don't see is all the time after Saturday Night Fever, but before Pulp Fiction, where the man was lucky not to starve. All the Look Who's Talking movies though sucky, were a gift to the man. It's necessary, to be in this business takes an acceptable degree of unreasonability, (as Kevin Smith so eloquently put it). There are times when you starve, there are times you live off credit cards, there are times you can't afford to pay your rent, there are times that you are unemployed for a long amount of time, and there's no guarentee that those times will ever end. The point is that you have to know that going in, and all the people who "never made it" because they never tried, the ones giving you advice, they didn't know that. They thought they get to Hollywood, and someone would see them and they'd ge a job and be on Friends and make millions. Nothing ever works that way. Being in the NFL looks like fun, but it's a lot of work, being an astronaut looks like fun, but there's a LOT of schooling, being an actor, or a director looks like fun, and it is, but it's also a lot of work. It's a lot of coordination, it's a lot of practice, and if you do it right, it's extremely rewarding.

2.) The Primadonna Rookie Syndrome. You've seen this guy in every movie. He's on every sports team, in every garage band from coast to coast. The guy who is absolutely convinced he's brilliant. The guy who will "be in his trailer until you get him 1000 green M&Ms." The guy who has the best script in the world, the guy who is the best bass player to ever hold a bass, the guy who writes the deepest most powerful lyrics, the guy who knows he's better than you, in my experience that guy will always, ALWAYS fail. Lack of humility is a killer. I sit here and rip on George Lucas a lot saying he's a terrible director. Fact is, he's a lot better than me, and I say that he sucks because I liked the original Star Wars movies, but the newer ones are aimed at a younger demographic. If I ever met Mr. Lucas, you can be sure I'd shake his hand and treat him coordially and kiss his ass and like clean his pool if he asked. I consider myself a good writer. I know that I have talent there. I would never claim to have written the best thing ever, and that you're an idiot if you don't think so. I will never claim that I'm going to win an Oscar someday and you'll all tell your friends that you know me. I will never tear apart a film and say it was complete and total crap without a grain of salt, because if it got made and distributed, it did better than anything I've ever done. I'll never rip on Ben Affleck saying he's a terrible actor, because he's made millions doing it, and I've made nothing. (And personally I disagree, and think Ben Affleck is totally cool). I was in a garage band with a guy named Sam, who constantly ripped on Hanson, saying "They suck" or "They're the worst band ever." To which I'd respond, "They're doing better than us." Then he'd get all pissy and storm out. You aren't the greatest, and even if you are, you still need to respect who came before you, and work your way up. Which leads me to the third reason...

3.) Disrespect. This comes close to going hand in hand with the last one, but it's different enough. If you've ever seen "Return of the King" the extended cut, you may have noticed that the end credits of the film last thirty minutes. That's a whole hell of a lot of people who worked on the movie. That's how this works. Making a movie, being an actor in said movie, or a camera op, or a gaffer, or a grip, it's all one big team project. That camera instructor who said that "Actors are props that eat." There's a big reason he's got to be a camera teacher to live, and not a full time operator. I've seen directors who don't give a shit about the DP, I've seen DP's who don't give a shit about the actors, I've seen actors that don't give a shit about the writers, and I've seen writers who don't give a shit about the producers. No one thinks about how talented the makeup artists or the costuming department are, no one gives out respect to the lighting department or the location scout. The Production Designer is never thanked, and the grips all hate their job because no one is paying any attention to them. If you want to get in good, you have to realize that every job performed is performed by extremely talented people, and is entirely necessary to preserve the quality of your piece. You can't be the director and come with the attitude that your actors are subclass to the picture, because they most certainly are not. You cannot paint the Mona Lisa if you have only the color blue and no brush. You need everyone, and they are all doing their best. And they start to slack when they start to realize you don't care about them. There's a guy in my class I worked with whos actors absolutely hated him by the end of production, and he didn't care. He had no consideration for them whatsoever, and kept them around long after they needed to be there. These people are volunteering, and to their credit, of which I give them a lot, they didn't walk off. Not only that, but they did an outstanding job. The film still looked like crap though. I can say that, because we're on the same level. That and he was also disrespectful to the crew, which was me.

Those actors though, have the perseverence it takes to do this job. At least they did that day. They say a lot of this business is being in the right place at the right time. That's entirely true. But the other part to that is that you have to make sure to place yourself in the right place at the right time. Luck has something to do with it, but not everything.

So if you stay positive, stay focused, stay humble, and keep moving, you should do just fine. You need patience. A lot of patience. But I'm sure that parking your 737 in your multimillion dollar homes gigantic driveway is entirely worth the wait.

Sorry this post was so freakin long. It says I started at 4:54pm. It's now 6:25pm.


Funk this

I'm feeling in quite the funk.

That is all.

By the way, Wrestlemania 21 is in Los Angeles. They've been running these promos about "Wrestlemania Goes Hollywood." They put wrestlers in all these famous scenes from movies, and to be honest, they're really pretty funny. They did the interrogation scene from Basic Instinct, the bench scene from Forrest Gump, and the courtroom scene from A Few Good Men. They change them a little to make them more wrestler themed, ("Did you order the outside interference in your championship match!?" "You're goddamn right I did!!!")

I'm a loser.