Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Antenna Diaries

Maybe it should be The Antenna Dairies.

"Dear Diary, 
    Today we milked that damned cow. Again."

Running time - 1:40:26

So we wait and we wait. We wait for the tax return check. We wait to hear from IFP. So much breath holding. Is that a chick movie title? "Waiting to Exhale?"

Oh yeah. Whitney Houston. How accidentally semi-topical of me.

Oh wait. The tax return is here. I should have bitched about it earlier.  Now we wait til April 10th to hear about IFP. Which is seventeen whole entire days.

Back Deck Kitty needs to learn how to defend her territory. Also, that other cat has way too much hair.

Do people actually wear tennis bracelets when they play tennis? 

Conference call from L.A. last Saturday, one from Beverly Hills today.

Who knew contract bridge players could be so annoying? Throngs and throngs of them. It's like working on a low rent cruise ship or maybe a hotel in the Poconos. Also, there's really no need to carbo load before a card tournament. Think about it.

I'm dreading this producer screening tonight. I fear all that will come out of it is more people to interview. 83 is certainly enough. Just let me finish this movie this fucking year. Please. Don't let me end up like Rod, with so much unfinished.

Sure, I'll move to San Francisco.  Maybe I've been here too long.  Spring fever makes me want to run away.

This song makes sad, but I love it.







Friday, March 16, 2012

R.I.P. Rod Pitts

You affected me as a filmmaker more than you ever knew. You know that moment in your b/w romantic comedy "What Goes Around" when the screen suddenly fills with color and it is representative of the main character realizing what the fuck love is?  I saw that movie only once, 6 years ago, and I think about that moment all the time.

I'd like to go back to when this was new:


Friday, March 9, 2012

The Antenna Diaries

Our IFP labs submission has made it to NYC, Brooklyn to be specific. Jay St. I think we knew or know someone on Jay St. Signed for by the receptionist at the front desk. Entry #99. The die is cast, etc. Now we wait.

Total running time- 1:44.

We didn't have time to do some of the major surgery we had discussed, moving the Grifters closer to GG, etc. We'll get to that on Sunday. The Music Video Showcase took up three + days of our lives and then it took 15 hours to export and 12 to compress. Yikes. But really, not that bad considering all that funky archival and the animation and so on.

That just gave me a headache.

Going to Dwayne Butcher's opening tonight at David Lusk. He had a great quote in a review I read:"My audience may be limited, but I'm making the art that I want to make." Amen. All of us non-conformists can band together. And be broke together too, I guess. It's better to burn out than blahblahblah.

We're so fucking earnest.  Is that what that guy said? I don't think I've ever been called earnest in my life.

I feel very punk rock today. I might need to wear the Poe shirt and my red plaid mini, because if you don't think Poe is punk, then you're sadly very wrong. I hope my hair behaves. Or misbehaves correctly.
Then "Spring Awakening" at Circuit. It would be so cool to run the movie there, on account of the Elvisness of it, and all that space for installations and bands and so on. I guess we'll see.

Once again I debate painting my fingernails. But really? It kind of freaks me out when I see my hands in my periphery, like they're not mine.

Oo. My Memphis Dawls video has 174 views. Sweet. Waaaay more than "Everybody Kills". Huh. People get so freaked out about bugs.