Okay, so I meant to make a post about this yesterday...
...but I was far too giddy. In fact, I'm probably still far too giddy. Still, better make a post before it becomes old news.
So Saturday evening, my sainted mother drove me all the way down to Springfield, a place she frequents, to see the premiere of Brad Jones' (or, as he's better known, the Cinema Snob) new film, Paranoia. I enjoyed his previous film/mini-series, Hooker with a Heart of Gold, immensely, so I packed away a bottle of an obscure soda to give to him for one of his other shows, Brad Tries, and made the journey.
Immediately when I left the car outside the theater, out came people who often appear in Brad's work, namely Sarah & Brian Lewis (the two leads in Hooker) for a smoke break. I squeed a little, snapped a photo of the marquee,
and went inside.
Right off the elevator came another frequent collaborator, Jerrid Foiles, an all-around awesome guy. I chatted with another fan (wearing a Spoony shirt, ironically enough) for a while, until the man of the hour himself, Brad Jones, stepped off the elevator. Gahhhhhh, I cannot say enough good things about this guy; he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet in real life, and it was wonderful meeting him.
I took a moment to get inside the theater itself and select a seat, before heading to the back to give him my little contribution, a soda by the name of Dang. He immediately gave me a megawatt grin and thanked me. I asked for a photo, and a familiar voice volunteered to take up my camera. I was successful in stifling the immediate urge to squee and focused on smiling.
Like the awkward little fangirl I am, I also requested for a photo with the photographer. God, I hope I wasn't too creepy about the whole affair.
Jerrid, too. Just because he's awesome and he loved my shirt.
Shortly afterward, the movie proper started.
I really liked this movie. Granted, I haven't seen many psychological thrillers, so I'm not sure how it stands up to the rest of the genre, but if anything, Brad is a damn good writer and leading man, Ryan Mitchelle has the talent and skills of a professional, and the whole thing ties together to make a wonderful piece that gives much hope and inspiration to the independent filmmaker in all of us. I won't spoil it for you, but let me just say that any problems you may have with the plot while watching it will be resolved with the initially weird, but ultimately very satisfying ending.
After the movie came a silly but informative Q&A with the cast & crew. Being a writer, I asked about how the script & story changed over time since its inception. Sitting not too far away were Spoony & Ed Glaser, a talented filmmaker in his own right.
Don't ask about the guy with the fez. I completely forgot his name.
After a good deal of awkwardly standing around (there's that creepy fangirl again), I had Brad & Ryan sign my ticket stub (couldn't afford the DVD, sadly), wished them both the best and to enjoy the Dang, and waited for Mum to come get me.
...Part of me keeps insisting that the whole night never happened. This is probably the same part that is still dwelling on the accident that happened a week before that night. But I guess a lot can change in a week. I'm no longer the sobbing, gibbering mess that emerged from a wrecked car one Saturday afternoon.
So...thank you, Brad. Thank you, Spoony, Jerrid, and everyone else who was there. Thank you for getting my life back on track.
So Saturday evening, my sainted mother drove me all the way down to Springfield, a place she frequents, to see the premiere of Brad Jones' (or, as he's better known, the Cinema Snob) new film, Paranoia. I enjoyed his previous film/mini-series, Hooker with a Heart of Gold, immensely, so I packed away a bottle of an obscure soda to give to him for one of his other shows, Brad Tries, and made the journey.
Immediately when I left the car outside the theater, out came people who often appear in Brad's work, namely Sarah & Brian Lewis (the two leads in Hooker) for a smoke break. I squeed a little, snapped a photo of the marquee,
and went inside.
Right off the elevator came another frequent collaborator, Jerrid Foiles, an all-around awesome guy. I chatted with another fan (wearing a Spoony shirt, ironically enough) for a while, until the man of the hour himself, Brad Jones, stepped off the elevator. Gahhhhhh, I cannot say enough good things about this guy; he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet in real life, and it was wonderful meeting him.
I took a moment to get inside the theater itself and select a seat, before heading to the back to give him my little contribution, a soda by the name of Dang. He immediately gave me a megawatt grin and thanked me. I asked for a photo, and a familiar voice volunteered to take up my camera. I was successful in stifling the immediate urge to squee and focused on smiling.
Like the awkward little fangirl I am, I also requested for a photo with the photographer. God, I hope I wasn't too creepy about the whole affair.
Jerrid, too. Just because he's awesome and he loved my shirt.
Shortly afterward, the movie proper started.
Click to viewI really liked this movie. Granted, I haven't seen many psychological thrillers, so I'm not sure how it stands up to the rest of the genre, but if anything, Brad is a damn good writer and leading man, Ryan Mitchelle has the talent and skills of a professional, and the whole thing ties together to make a wonderful piece that gives much hope and inspiration to the independent filmmaker in all of us. I won't spoil it for you, but let me just say that any problems you may have with the plot while watching it will be resolved with the initially weird, but ultimately very satisfying ending.
After the movie came a silly but informative Q&A with the cast & crew. Being a writer, I asked about how the script & story changed over time since its inception. Sitting not too far away were Spoony & Ed Glaser, a talented filmmaker in his own right.
Don't ask about the guy with the fez. I completely forgot his name.
After a good deal of awkwardly standing around (there's that creepy fangirl again), I had Brad & Ryan sign my ticket stub (couldn't afford the DVD, sadly), wished them both the best and to enjoy the Dang, and waited for Mum to come get me.
...Part of me keeps insisting that the whole night never happened. This is probably the same part that is still dwelling on the accident that happened a week before that night. But I guess a lot can change in a week. I'm no longer the sobbing, gibbering mess that emerged from a wrecked car one Saturday afternoon.
So...thank you, Brad. Thank you, Spoony, Jerrid, and everyone else who was there. Thank you for getting my life back on track.