So. A week since I've written. Where goest thou, time? I guess things've
been kind of busy, I mean I feel like I've been constantly driving
this whole week, hither and yon, up and down highways. To Bakersfield
the other day to finish setting up my parents' Mac Mini, which is
lovely, and then yesterday to Irvine for a big script meeting. ("Big"
in relation to our project, not big in relation to something like
meeting with Steven Spielberg.) And we decided to flip the story
on its head, which will be better for the film, but means I have
to pretty much do a page-one rewrite. Contractually I agreed to
a first draft plus a rewrite, but yesterday I think I agreed to
rewrite the whole thing for free. That's me -- get me excited about
a project and I'll give away the farm. Oy.
The
kid's book is still not off to Hong Kong. I got my third quote-blurb,
but now it's in Gray's corner to put the finishing touches on the
pages and to get them into the form the printer requires. I anticipate
putting the CD with files into a Global mailer envelope tomorrow
evening just as the post office is closing its doors. It makes me
nervous to wire money to China, though. It's not like I can file
a police report if they reneg and rip me off.
Now
that I've sold my video camera I'm totally bursting with things
to shoot. Did I mention I sold my GL2 to a friend? It's because
I was going to turn around and buy either a new Sony
FX1 or a Panasonic dvx100a.
But you know what was introduced at NAB the other day? The ultimate
indie filmmaker's camera.
Good lord. So now I've got to wait until the fall to buy this new
camera, and in the meantime I've been averaging about one new idea
to shoot a day. That's the way it goes -- it's just like if you're
unemployed and creatively dry, the second you take a 9 to 5 job
you'll be inundated with ideas.
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Last
week I did in fact go to that LA foster care movie screening. It
was directed by Ally Walker, the "Profiler"
actress from a few years ago. When we got there we were standing
around drinking water and sharing a package of goldfish crackers
(it was a bit of a low-budget affair) when Danny DeVito and Rhea
Perlman walked in, and man if I didn't already think I was tall
I now think I'm completely gigantic after standing next to Danny
DeVito. He tiny, and so she. But it was cool that they were just
being regular people and were there to support the film. Ally Walker
was proud of herself, as she should be for shining the light on
such a horrible, stupid, inefficient agency like the foster care
organization. The documentary was shot for shit, I mean it looked
aesthetically horrible, but the point of it all was well taken,
and it might get some play around the country because she put herself
in it.
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Music
find of the year: Depeche Mode "Here Is The House" (Gabriel
& Dresden bootleg mix). Wow. Wow.
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So
what am I to do with all these documentary ideas (2), short film
ideas (2), and script ideas (2) floating around in my head? Write
write write, I guess, and wait for Panasonic to release that damn
camera.
