This summer it feels like it’s a lot of “process” for very little “result”.
I’m trying to not let it frustrate me.
I’m trying.
F**k.
This summer it feels like it’s a lot of “process” for very little “result”.
I’m trying to not let it frustrate me.
I’m trying.
F**k.
I’ve been trying to kickstart this thing, something so big, something so basic, but I can’t manage to do. I kick but it doesn’t start. I’m getting tired of kicking.
Heck, the only reason I’m doing this is so that I’ll have posted something in June.
Yeah, okay… gotta keep trying to kick.
So there’s been a slew of big industry news over the last couple of days.
So all of these huge director are making sequels. What the F**K happened to any semblance of originality? Okay, I’ll give passes to Nolan because of INCEPTION, to Jackson because he has directed nothing but duds since THE LORD OF THE RINGS, to Ridley because no one saw GLADIATOR 4, I mean ROBIN HOOD, and to Brad Bird because it’s his first live-action film.
But Cameron? Dude! What possible reason could he have to make two more AVATAR movies? Is it because he didn’t win Best Picture? Does he need more money? Why not CLEOPATRA? Why not BATTLE ANGEL? Christ, I would have rather he hijacked SPIDER-MAN.
Sigh. Maybe I’m just jealous that I don’t have these high class problems.
Still, I make this promise to you: if I’m subtitling AVATAR 2: NOT WITHOUT MY IKRAN in 2014 then I will commit suicide live, on the internet… if we still have an internet in 2014.
(and yes, I’m in a bad mood)
What the hell happened?
I went off the rails… way off.
Goals went out the door.
Everything just crumbled.
I’ll try my damnedest to get back on top of things. This blog is one of the few daily activities that holds me accountable to myself. Actually, I think it’s the only life preserver I may have in this ocean of nothingness.
(WTF?!)
First priority: my film. My editor dropped out. He was just too busy so it’s back in my hands. I have just under 20 days until the Sundance deadline. I wish I could quit my jobs for a month, hole up in a room far away from the world and just edit but that ain’t gonna happen. It’s gonna be hours of editing after 10-14 hour days on jobs that grind away at my soul. Anyone got any good tips for staying awake and focused for 20 days straight? Or how about a quick and easy method for burning the world around me to the ground?
Jesus! That! That’s the kind of s**t that’s been swimming through my head. I blame Europe. Europe was awesome. Too awesome. I came back and saw my life for what it is.
Ack, there it is again!
Okay, enough. I’m gonna stop writing because I’m sounding like my 17 year-old self (he thought THE STRANGER was the first work that really spoke to him). Anyway, I gotta run to the post office while resisting the urge to go postal and then it’s off to work where I get to sit in a dark room resisting actual darkness.
…
Who am I?
(For Ted: at least I didn’t say that while staring at myself in the bathroom mirror.)
(For Everyone Else: If you’re ever watching a movie and someone says “who am I?” while staring at themselves in the bathroom mirror you know you’re watching a real piece of s**t. Also, apparently I still have a sense of humor. That’s something, right?)
The Spirit Awards were announced yesterday and I’d say there were few surprises. Still, that’s just me. This IndieWire writer was surprised 10 times. I was going to discuss the nominations but guest commentator Dark Tony insisted on adding his filthy two cents in the form of a point-by-point rebuttal to the IndieWire article. That means this post is NSFW so lock up your daughters and send the kids to the neighbor’s because the beast is unleashed.
Jesus, that guys is an a**hole! Thank God he’s only a guest commentator on my blog… but for the record, one of those ten rebuttal points is true.
Let it be known that I had a chance to see the Monsters of Rock show and I didn’t go. I know, I know, pre-suck Metallica, Van Halen, Dokken, Scorpions… I know! I did see the Clash of the Titans tour (Anthrax, Megadeth & Slayer w/ Alice in Chains opening) and at that show Scott Ian jumped into the crowd and pounded the s**t out of some f**ker that was throwing firecrackers on stage so in honor of that aggression, that’s how I’ll review the Monsters of Folk show.
Welcome to Dark Tony and his NSFW review of the Monsters of Folk
First and foremost, although some of the music was super pansy, it was a pretty fucking awesome show. The band was tight and while it was often low and mellow, occasionally it rocked (thank Satan). Now, I should mention my predispositions. I hate Conor Oberst. I’d like to send his head through a plate glass window. I bet the fucker hates being compared to Bob Dylan but I bet he gets more pissed when someone doesn’t. Now, M. Ward (does it really stand for “Montgomery” as Jim James said? If so, and if you’re not the heir to that department store for old ladies, then your parents really fucking hated you). First, props to this fucker because he can fucking shred on his axe. Yeah, it’s all that acoustic bullshit but if he really applied himself and sacrificed a virgin to Odin he might actually have a chance at slaying the beast known as Malmsteen. That said, dude, could you be more creepy and disingenuous? You look like the kind of fucker that would try to roofie my girlfriend at a bar… if I had a girlfriend… HEY, FUCK YOU FUCKER! No, the only righteous dude was Jim James. Okay, this bullshit spelling of his name, using Ys instead of your real name, that’s just… geez, I live so close to West Hollywood and I’m not supposed to be using that word but… oh, I know, I’ll do what they do on those stupid bus ads. That’s so “dude that listens to Queen and got really excited when he heard about David Bowie pounding Mick Jagger’s fudge maker.” No, but, hey, that fucker can rock. Like, when he screamed out “yeah!” it was like calling to the hounds of hell to unleash their unholy metal upon the Greek Theater. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer for My Morning Jacket to tour. Put out a new album and tour you fuckers!
…And so ends the brief reign of Dark Tony. If you’re looking for a great concert, go! And like Dark Tony said, when the hell is My Morning Jacket touring next? What, you say you’re not familiar with MMJ? You can get all their stuff on eMusic. What the fuck are you waiting for?
Oops, sorry. Dark Tony slipped out. Must be because Halloween is so close.
Yes, that’s right, I’m going to the fanboy mecca this summer.
After glancing yesterday’s news, it seems like I should expect a giant press event from the major broadcasters peddling any of their shows that might possibly have a geeky male audience.
Hey, hold on, I’m not trying to be snarky but why there hell will there be a GLEE press event? Do we have to provide our own cabbages?
(Dark Tony’s Conscience: That one goes out to my buddy, Mr. Big Hollywood Producer.)
(Tony’s Conscience: No, no, no! Don’t go negative. Stay positive. There’ll be a FRINGE event. Your TV crush Anna Torv might be there. Sure, you probably have a better chance of talking to her at the Sunset Coffee Bean but…)
Okay, anyone that’s gone before, what should I do? What should I expected? What kind of trouble can I get into and will she be wearing a Princess Lea bikini from RETURN OF THE JEDI?
I’m having one of those weeks and I think I’m feeling my inner Tyson.
BTW, 1) yes I am Dark Tony but I do have a sense of humor, 2) I would never condone any of the things the 8-bit Mr. Tyson expounds upon and 3) I am so envious and jealous of animators. I wish I could what they do. I also tend to fall for animator (yeah, Ellen, I still think of ya.)
That reference to one of my favorite “board” games only disguises the sad fact that there is no writing group this fall. No one wanted to commit. Not true. One guy (besides me) wanted to do it. But two does not a writing group make.
Maybe this is a sign that I need to accomplish these goals on my own. In my experience nothing is easy, everything is hard. I’m always being reminded that I must do things on my own. I can’t count on anyone…
Whoa! That was a quick visit by Dark Tony.
I have to write this feature script. I’m now considering a UCLA extension class; I can’t take a 434, I’m not enrolled this quarter. Maybe I’ll pull a script-in-a-month for October. Either way, I must pound this out while prepping my thesis.
Ugh.