Presented here is a re-mastered version of my personal favorite from the 2010 AMAM run. Hópur is an Icelandic word for a group or a crowd of people. The night we made this stands today as one of my fondest memories.
The event in question was a birthday party for Mike Ressl, Megan Slator and Colin Froeber (who I maintain was not born but was in fact stiched together by the body parts of dead cast members from Cats). And the song! Oh the song. A beautiful piece by Mr. JR Olive (sleepmaps). You can find more of his stuff here.
Holding off the post I was going to do today (damn technical issues) for a subject much more worthy of our collective attention.
This is Josie. She is beautiful.
Josie is the middle dog of my good friends Mike Scholtz and Valerie Coit, one half of the Free Range Film Festival‘s ruling imperial senate. Josie is getting up there in age and needs some work done on her knee, and animal surgery ain’t cheap. There’s a reason it’s harder to be a vet than a human doctor. Animals can’t tell you whats wrong, and you need to be fluent in the medical needs of thousands of species (or maybe just hundreds, but that’s still a lot of species).
Mike decided to try and start a Kickstarter campaign to help ease the financial burden, an attempt which was quickly shuttered. I would keep talking, but the visual aid is much more informative.
Good luck to you Mike, Val and Josie. You can put me down for the $20 – $50 range if Kickstarter ever gets their poop in a group.
Watched a film by Salvador Dali for the first time on the suggestion of a friend. If you’re into the surreal and experimental, give it a shot. “Un chien andalou” is fifteen minutes of some pretty bizarre stuff, and the opening minute is not for the squeamish.
The first thing that stood out to me is the film’s pacing, which seems much more frenetic than other films of the same era. If this gets your Dali juices flowing, do a YouTube search for his collaboration with Walt Disney. You will not be disappointed.
(Does the actress in this movie remind anyone of Morgan Kibby?)
Reflection is fun, especially when you have source material to aid in your recollections. Probably the main reason why I prefer filmmaking over live theatre (I love you Theatre B, please don’t disown me!) is having something “tangible” after the fact to show the work you did. I was feeling a bit wistful (restless) the other day, and so I grabbed whatever copies were nearest me of some of the movies I’ve worked on in the past years, and cobbled together this little montage.
These are snippets of recordings from some of the happiest times of my life. I’m looking forward to making the next one of these.
Would you rather see more Baby Bumpy, more Little Bastard, or more scenarios where the Schmidt twins gets gross things dumped on them?
I’d been watching painting and drawing time-lapses for a few months while I was trying to figure out what to do with a massive blank wall in my apartment. I’m surprised it took me so long to match the two thoughts up.
The image is from Sandman by Neil Gaiman. Making this video turned out to be serendipitous. A friend tweeted the video to Gaiman and he retweeted to his followers. The first time something I’ve put on the interwebs got some really legitimate traffic numbers.
The time-lapse video is something I wish I’d thought of during the 2010 run of A Movie A Month, before this was just a blog. It’s a little one-note, sure, but I’ll be damned if they aren’t a blast to make. So sue me.
The second painting was a present for a friend, Mike Ressl (his boner for Daft Punk never softens). Not as good as Lucifer, but it taught me a few things about stencils (the jerks never sit still).
I have a few ideas for some others, but they’ll have to wait. There’s other stuff cooking in the kitchen.