Back in February I read an Indieflix blog post about a filmmaker they rejected on the basis of content. It refused to say who the filmmaker is or the title of the film in question, but talked about how well-made it was, and mentioned it had won several awards ( Read more... )

So yesterday I awoke and stared at falfax sleeping, and couldn't get past the fact that both of us would be dead someday, and that we'd be sleeping in separate containers. What's the point of being buried near someone in a cemetery, if you're encased in something that's so airtight? The scariest thing is that once you're there, there'll never be human ( Read more... )

I need to work faster because a vision of the film I really need to be making next after Loads of Dames has already come to me. I was sitting here at work yesterday, and all the sudden it hit me out of the blue. The opening scene to a very lush and powerful film started playing in my mind's eye, almost as strongly as if I were seeing and hearing it ( Read more... )

Oh man...when the muses sing, they sing like Marlene Dietrich! Let me just try to put some perspective on this:

My entire day was built around watching Shock Waves (1977) and Tarantula (1955) with my parents. Then ten minutes before falfax and I were set to head out, I get a call from one of the student workers I supervise. He's very sick and needs ( Read more... )