Wednesday, July 31, 2013

How to Kill Yourself in One Year #12: "Last.Worst."

and so it ends where it began...

Apologies to anyone (it could happen) waiting for this to be posted only to be D.E.V.A.S.T.A.T.E.D. to discover a glitch that freezes the video @ 5:55.  This was a youtube upload issue that has since been resolved!!!






In the coming weeks/months, I'm going to be waxing philosophic on this series and hopefully spilling forth and multitudes of lessons learned...but for the forseeable future, I'm going to play with Maggie and Zack and not worry about any of it...

Sunday, July 28, 2013

photos from Last. Worst

same locale as HTKYIOY # 1 Bookends, baby!!!

Austin seriously considering my "just add Jazz Hands" note.

Not sure what my "shit eating" grin is all about. Either a) man this project is almost over  or b) man I write real good

Franny's patented "whatchoo talkin' bout, Willis"  look.


This was either a moment in the script or a reaction to Austin's "tick" story.

"I never said I was sorry"
"yes you did, many times"
"I didn't mean it. Then"

For a moment I considered firing Franny and playing the role myself but couldn't fit into the red dress.

Austin, seconds before running for the hills after I exercised the "pants optional" clause in all my performance agreements.

Friday, July 26, 2013

This is it.

the final script. the last film.  the end of the road.  this time next week, It'll be all over but the crying.

here we go:

last.worst

I find that sometimes the autobiographical ones are easier to write and they may also bring with them the added absolution that comes from putting something that had been festering inside you into a tangible expressive form.  I don't know if that will happen with this one or not but this story does come from a true place in my past.  anyone who knows me probably already knows that.

anywhoo...

We're shooting on Saturday in the exact same location that we shot the first one, "little ditty 'bout black and dyin'"  because I am a firm believer in the power of BOOKENDS, BABY!!!  I'm actually quite (no pun intended) curious if the raccoons are still there. Last year (can't believe I get to say that...) there were babies so I wonder if this year there will be teenagers. Actually I don't know the developmental process of raccoons so they may be adults who've left ma and pa behind for all I know.  but hopefully we'll get another cameo.


the other great thing about this one is my cast!

First of all I get to (finally) do one of these with my best friend in the universe, the yin to my yang, my heterosexual life partner, my first college roommate, my first producing partner, my first (and only) co-writer, best man at my wedding and the only person in my life who knew me as the piece of shit I was at 19 and CHOSE to stick around.  I'm talking about the one and only...

wait for it....

wait for it...



Austin Jones
My oldest and bestest friend and the one A.J. (go figure) is based on in F**k New York  (interesting side note, the character was originally named "J.J." but Tim flubbed it during the only speech where he called him by name and accidentally said "A.J.",  making it a WAY obvious nod to Austin instead of the subtle one I had intended...oh art, why must you happen so...)  and is the guy many moons ago who moved with me to NYC to chase the dream and live the heartbreak of F**k New York.  It was Austin who shared my first (and only) real brush with "almost", after we wrote a script together that got some moderate attention...

to have him on this project is, and I mean this without a trace of hyperbole, the GREATEST FLUSHING THING IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE.

and as if that weren't enough....

People....fan(s)...followers....

WE HAVE FRANNY!!!


HTKYIOY #1

HTKYIOY # 3

HTKYIOY#9

This will be Franny's FIFTH (yes, I said fifth and my math is not wrong because she is also in our "Baker's Dozen BONUS Film, to be released soon!) time with us and we love her more and more every time. She generous, patient, beautiful, talented, fearless...all those good actor adjectives and beyond all that she's a freakin' delight to be around; a truly great human being (which trumps talent any day...but she's got the talent too). Honestly, one of the very best things about this project was finding her.  she is the real deal. I hope we work together until we die.  or quit. face.

Okay...enough gushing. let's get to the getting to. Let's make this puppy.  let's make some big ass art!!!




Monday, June 17, 2013

this one goes to ELEVEN. the penultimate script...

it's hard to believe that we are damn near finished with this whole shebang, and yet, here we are.

I guess we're going to have to wait until it's all over and I have a bit of a breather before I write the "wisdom I've learned" entry. right now I'm just too freaking busy making the damn things to think about them in any depth; which I guess was the original point: remove the whole "preciousness" from the process and just get to the gettin' to.  but I would be lying if I told you that any of this...especially these last few months...has been really satisfying.

in the end, the victory I'll have with this project is merely in the finishing of it and that kinda sucks.

however, I will grant that a lot of this is probably coming from exhaustion.

frustration.

and exhaustion.

but I digress...

here's the 11th script:  Late Term  and I'll probably shorten it to "Term" by the time it's all said and done.

it's a bit controversial and probably the truest "edgiest" thing i've done.  however, it was not my intention to be edgy. it was my intention to write a Christopher Durrang short.

enjoy.

Friday, May 31, 2013

How to Kill Yourself in One Year #10.5: "22"


and just because it was seriously raining and I couldn't resist...we did one kick ass "real time" take in the spirit of Mike Figgis (who is not, technically Dogme 95 but still pretty kick ass)

and yes (as if you can't tell) this is ONE TAKE, no overdubs.

How to Kill Yourself in One Year #10: "22"



And here it is...number TEN.  Like I said HERE, I did this under the Dogme95 Vow of Chastity and...fair warning...one of those vows is that you must record sound at the same time as you record the image and you can't do additional sound recording (no ADR, no Voice Over, no score).  I tell you this, because, this restriction can often (and in our case, oh yeah it does) lead to some discrepancies between cuts... 

just remember that the purpose of Dogme95 and its manifesto is to remove the fear of making mistakes from you and relieve you of the burden of perfection so you can focus on the task at hand, which is capturing truth...a moment of truth.

and we have definitely done that...in spades.

Special thanks once again to my dream team cast for going along with me on this dashing bold adventure.

I love you both...

and I love YOU!

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

this may get disgusting...

I’m an actor.  Or maybe I was an actor and sometimes still am. I don’t know. I have an MFA in acting so that’s probably something…but then again…it’s probably also doodly squat…because it has done just that for  me.  There was a period of about 5 years where I pounded the pavement in NYC and you can see how that all turned out HERE.

Why am I saying this?  well I’ve been thinking a lot about acting lately…and I’m coming to the same conclusion that Morgan Freeman’s character in Million Dollar Baby came to:  “I had my shot, nobody can say any different”.  I did have my shot. There was a moment and I had it. And then I let it go. Didn’t seize. Something like that. Anywhoo…I did NOT make it as an actor. And I could rail against the injustice of it all but the simple fact is—and I’m talking reality here, the reality of 10+ years of soul searching, not some half-assed grab for your sympathy or a ersatz coy spelunking for a compliment—the fact is that I don’t have zazz.  You know, ZAZZ. That thing that makes people intriguing; that special quality that stars have that makes them compelling and impossible to ignore.  Look, you give me a role and a proper rehearsal and I’ll give you a performance as good as anyone….but I’ll never transcend anything…I’ll never hit that “shaking hands with god” moment where I fully drop in and in that moment become one with the universe and truly live truthfully under imaginary circumstances, and to further compound the issue I’m not photogenic in the slightest and completely un-charming (on camera that is…you should see me at work) and…yep…I ain’t got no ZAZZ.  So I lack the depth and ability to truly transform and also lack the skills and charm to fake it so…let’s face it: I’m not a bad actor…I’m just kinda “meh”.  And this is coming from me as an actor AND as a producer/director who has worked with me here, here, and here. Recently.  So I’ll probably still act because I dig it and, really, what’s the point of having your own movie studio if you don’t get to cast yourself in roles you’re not good enough to play?

BUT, when I have something of substance. When I have something I care about…a script that pounded me into submission and strangled  my soul until I collapsed at the keys and then banged itself into existence through my weary fingers…a transcendent script (and that is something I am capable of producing, unlike a transcendent performance), well when I have one of those, I need real actors. I need the A-Team.

I need Tim.

I need Kaylyn.



Which is really what I wanted to talk about anyway.  I’ve spoken at length about my love and gratitude for my F**K New York Cast…don’t believe me?  Read this, or this.

And the more I sink into this project and the more actor bullshit I run into—this will be a separate posting in itself: actor bullshit, or HOW come you gotta be like that, you ain’t a star—the more nonsense I have had to stomach during these films, the more I really just cling to my original thesis (chix is whack) that, fuck “talent”…everybody is “talented”…you really just need to find people you love and work with forever.
Which brings us back to Tim. And Kaylyn (and Franny and Maria and John and my Jejo and Austin and Uma and Love and sweet Abner D and Batman and Jeffrey Johns and Sharone and and and and and and the list goes on but we’re talking about Tim and Kaylyn here).

Tim and Kaylyn are those RARE actors that are awesome human beings as well as performers. It was not arbitrary that I put “human beings” before “performers”.  They come prepared, with no bullshit and give you their best. They work hard and make it seem easy.

And this last week, they worked hard and made it seem easy in the fucking rain.   Yep. On the ONE day we could shoot, the old man was snoring. Honestly, based on the nature of the script, the rain worked and created a tone and atmosphere that we couldn’t have achieved in bright daylight…but it still sucked hardcore major ass to be out there in it…fumbling with umbrellas trying to cover the camera at the expense of us…having to pause in the middle of a take so we could wipe the camera lens…watching poor Kaylyn turn all sorts of different colors because she was FREEZING.
 
But they never complained; quite the opposite really. They laughed and joked between takes and told stories and then dropped in when I said “action”.  They USED the rain to fuel the character choices and the moments and didn’t telegraph comments about the uncomfortableness or it all.  They were professionals…actually fuck that, professionals would have demanded rain pay and trailers and such…they were MOTHER FUCKING ARTISTS and gave everything to the moment; just like I did. They were in there, in the trenches with me and giving their all; true collaborators.   

HTKIOY # 10 "22"
And let me tell you, if I never made another film with any other actors but them, I’d still marvel everyday at my good fortune…and if I made 100 movies with just Tim and Kaylyn, I’d not reach the limits of their talent.

I told you it might be disgusting.

Because I love these two. Not in some “I LOVE you man” kinda silliness….but as a creator loves his muse. 

I spent most of my life searching for an artistic home and didn’t find it until I gave up the search and built the home myself.

My wife was the one who gave me the keys to the door.

Tim and Kaylyn were among the first guests.


I hope they never leave.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

F**k New York Fans, this is the one you've dreamed of...

I cannot tell you how freakin' excited I am right now.  because as we speak...I'm prepping to do a short that is going to finally match F**k New York's Marcus with SHE (who will not be named).

Yep.

that's right.

as Mathis (what is it with him playing dudes named M...S?)




and

as Veronika (she has a name for this one)



Man oh man is this gonna be one for the ages.  In F**k New York, Kaylyn's presence was a constant undercurrent for everything Tim does; but they don't share a single frame of film together.  I actually have a screen test of them from the F**k New York auditions, that I'll try to dig up and post...

I am absolutely thrilled that I am getting this chance to work with two of my very favorite actors on the planet.  I'm not a man who tosses around the word, "blessed", very often...so I won't do that here. BUT if I were the sort of person who said "blessed", THIS would be an occasion for so doing!

woo to the mother f**king hoo!!!


Friday, May 10, 2013

TEN Pan Alley. The Tenth One. The Tenth Script

it's hard to believe but this puppy is almost at rest. seems like only yesterday we were struggling to make number 4 and thinking about quitting and here we are, struggling to make number 10 (and thinking about quitting)

I do think about quitting a lot.  This whole thing is just very very hard.  Once its over, I hope I can look back fondly but as of now all I'm doing is kicking myself for trying this THIS year.  What was meesa thinking?

anywhoo... enough of that shasta.

i think that as this project has progressed, I've kinda started nailing down who I am as a writer and (to a lesser extent) who I am as a film maker.  I've always been a fan of the Dogme '95 dudes. I loved that manifesto, even if they didn't really adhere to it. it's been a goal of mine to make a true dogme film and I've tried...actually came pretty close with F**k New York.  but, honestly, the sound was so terrible that I had to add score. sorry, Lars.

but I think with HTKYIOY, I should at least give it a proper go, so this one is going to be all Dogme.  I'm going to publicly take my vow of chastity  and follow the commandments.


Here is the script:  22 

Obviously, for those of you who have seen the December film, the subject matter here has a bit of personal significance.  When we were in the hospital with Mags and Z-man, with the other preemies and parents, we got to see a lot of stuff that you just can't unsee.  Babies smaller than you can imagine a human being...being. Parents having not slept, sitting in silent vigil in front of incubators, the rhythmic pulsing of the respirators going in and out of sync with various bleeps and bloops from monitors.  Recognizing their weary expressions whenever a mirror was present.  And in all that time, it wasn't the doctors who gave us comfort (and that is not to say the doctors were not magnificent), but rather the NURSES, who...and I can't even find the words to express how incredible these women are. I don't think a poet exists who can do their wonder justice...these warriors of the ward, would tirelessly and cheerfully tend to a full ship of preemies and terrified parents and they would do it with ease, humility and purity.  To see these women, with no personal connection to our babies, treat them with respect and wonder and awe and kindness and tenderness and any other descriptors you can think of I told you I'm not a good enough writer to sing their praises, was proof in the greatness of humanity...that maybe we'll all be okay.  The fact that, after a grueling 11 hour shift, our nurse would so patiently sit with a dumb ass all thumbs awkward goomba father as he attempts to feed 30 ccs of breast milk to his 3 pound son, still attached to the machines, and trying desperately NOT to pull any wires out...well let's just say, i'm a fan for life.  And we got to know our nurses. and sometimes, late at night, when the babies were asleep and most of the parents had gone and there were just a few of us stragglers behind, the nurses would let down their hair (so to speak) and begin to talk shop. and that is where my awe of them truly blossomed. These women are veterans of a war that shall never end...for 'tis a war with death herself. and yet they still go....day after day...night after night... moment by moment...and try with every fiber of their being to hold that bitch off for one more hour. one second. one breath.  As they were trying to make Christmas dinner plans, one of these ladies, dropped into a story about a "tough night"; a night where she almost lost a baby she'd been caring for for weeks. How she had to perform chest compressions on this little one, and breath for her and just keep doing it over and over until her vitals picked up and she was okay, and then (and she told this in a calm, almost meditative tone) "i had to just go to the bathroom and lock the door and sit a moment because that was a hard one and the really hard part is that, for this baby, I pretty much do this every night".  And it sinks in...these nurses are literally the only guardians for these children. If they live or die, it ain't because of the doctors...it's because of the nurses.

and thus, Veronika was born.  You may see her again...




Monday, April 29, 2013

apologies for this all in one post...but here's the script and photos from the shoot....

April was supposed to be a lot easier since I was officially off from my survival job for my FMLA bonding leave with the chillin'.  so I just naturally assumed I'd have a bunch of down time to really focus on quality posts for April.

Obviously this did not happen.

However we did manage to make a seriously kick ass film for your viewing pleasure.

Here is the script, Bench'd

it's sssssssssssssssslightly autobiographical in that I was, indeed, once dumped at a Fuddruckers and my car did suffer the same fate. And she probably did go out with the new guy immediately after dumping me...like within an hour. but oh well. such is life.

and here are some pix from the set.  We got to work with Franny again (who is fast becoming Charro to Quite's Love Boat) and were introduced to Michael J. FULVIO, who we hope to use again very very soon...

Franny "Charro" Civitano as Alice
Michael J. Fulvio as Mickey

Shot in lovely Westfield. it was quite (no pun intended) cold

"you dumped me at Fuddruckers, which is not an easy place to get dumped"

script gazing....

Tawnya in her DP debut.  I hate that hat.

My instructions here were: "if you fall in the water, please let go of the camera...feel free to hold on to the hat"

sweet....and cold...but mostly sweet.

can't wait to go to lunch, I'm really hungry. huh. guys? guys?

zany anyone?

Tawnya got the camera stuck on timer..so anytime we needed a still, we'd have to wait 10 seconds. which usually meant THIS.

"and that's not even the worst part"
"what could be worse?"
"..."


Sunday, April 21, 2013

April Fools...

So, due to illness (one of my actors got sick, NOT Run D.M.C. kinda ill), we had to push Swish...

so to make it up to you,  I have brought in a very special guest star...fans of HTKYIOY will be uber delighted...

stay tuned...

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

number 9...number 9...number 9...the ninth one. the ninth script

I was digging around in an ANCIENT folder of old crap and found a relic from the old House of the Dead Days and since I was looking for something I could shoot near but not IN my house on my FMLA bonding leave (since there are tons of babies in there), I moved it to a basketball court. THE basketball court from Battle Act if you must know.

anywhoo....

here it is.... SWISH

and fans of F**k New York will be quite (no pun intended) delighted....

Saturday, March 30, 2013

How to Kill Yourself in One Year #8 "Fatale"

So we're doing this neo-noir thing and everyone is asking "are you doing it in Black and White" and quite (no pun intended) honestly, it never even occurred to me to do that...and when I did think about it I kept getting caught up in the whole "contrivance" thing...but you know, when enough people ask...


so I decided to let the fans decide (we could have fans...it could happen).

Here be T.W.O. versions of Fatale:

one regular:



and one in classic noir black and white:



Once you finish watching, be sure to "like" your favorite version (or comment here) and at the end of April, we'll delete the loser...


Monday, March 18, 2013

photos from the Fatale Shoot

smolder anyone?

this does not end well for the detective...

Geri-Nikole Love as Katalin (me as fat guy in mirror)

Katalin ponders killing...

no the mic wasn't in the actual shot...

F**k New York's John Thomassen as The Detective

who is this mystery woman?  BYTAFO...

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Amazing Spider-Cast of Fatale

Geri-Nikole Love as Katalin


Geri-Nikole Love attended New York University receiving her BFA in Drama from Tisch School of the Arts. While at Tisch, she studied at CAP21, Advance Classical, and Stonestreet Film/Television Studios. Since graduating, she became a co-founder of The Movement Theatre Company, and has performed in various plays; 'Carlisle: a different Three Sisters' (La Mama), 'Black Boy & the War' (Harlem School of the Arts). As well as appeared on The Biography Channel's Celebrity Ghost Stories, and Independent Films; 'Purpose Built' and 'GASP'.





Jennifer Onvie as Lily
 Jennifer Onvie:  A gamine originally from the midwest, Jennifer is making her way in NYC with her boyfriend and an alley cat she found on the street.  Passionate  baker and UCB intern, her grandmother's proudest moment is when she found herself in a scene opposite Ice T in Law&Order: SVU and she told her grandmother he was nice.





John Thomassen as The Detective
John's a veteran of F**k New York and I'm proud to get to work with him again!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

8 films to hold you. the eight one. the eighth script.

fatale which has been with me for quite (no pun intended) some time now. written originally as the first scene of a (as yet unfinished) feature length screenplay and intended for my Hungarian Muse, my Uma (who had to go ahead and get all famous in Hungary before we could find the $$ to make it), this script kinda just languished untouched for years and years until this project came up and I decided to dust it off and give it a fresh coat of paint; which makes me quite (no pun intended) happy as I LOVE these two characters and am excited to bring them to life and can think of no better milieu than right here and right now.

The germ of the script came from an idea I had to make a noir film with two femme fatales (and YES I know Bound but Corky is the gumshoe character and not a femme fatale so shuttayouface), where we bump off the Sam Spade character in the first 10 seconds of the film and make our evil woman the protagonist...the story of this script (that is as yet unwritten...why do you have any money?) centers around the search for a missing brother, a Southern drug kingpin and a lot of kick ass assassin vs assassin action. someday, I'll get around to actually finishing it but as of today, the only extant parts are this opening scene and a couple small "connecting" scenes.  However, now that I've found my MAGNIFICENT cast, I'm going to do a rewrite to make this more "standalone".




Thursday, February 28, 2013

Nathan Gregory on The Actor's Church

"Greetings, Readers! I'm Nathan Gregory; I played Brother Bill in the "St. Genesius" film of February and I had a great time shooting it. Kirk is being a little modest to say that we shot it in 3 hours. True, we had the space reserved from 9-12 AM, but we didn't start shooting until about a quarter to 10. And right away we ran into problems. While running through the script, we learned that there was no singing allowed on our floor. The supervisor-guy let us sing until ten, which meant that we only had a few chances to shoot Annie and her beautiful voice. Right away, we started going through the vocal sequence, squeezing in as many takes as we could before 10. Kirk was very relieved once we got through that, as he rightfully predicted it to be the hardest part to shoot. We ran into some other roadblocks, namely time. There was also the shifting around of microphones, doing some guerrilla shooting in the hallway after 12, and the regular lighting and blocking changes as the setup moves around. But as my old film professor always said, "Filmmaking is problem solving." And after 7 films in 7 months, I think Kirk is finding a really deep groove. When he generously took the cast and crew out to a delicious lunch (featuring several orders of Stuffed French Toast), I asked him if he was finding the process becoming easier. He immediately and emphatically said "Yes." And with the efficiency and speed that we shot those 12 pages, I would have to agree with his assessment. I'm eager to see what this growth brings next!"


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

How to Kill Yourself in One Year #7 "St. Genesius: The Actor's Church"



After a couple H.E.A.V.Y. months worth of films...we just wanted to go back to the good ol' days and knock one out in a few hours and hopefully have some fun (for a change!).

Plus we shot the entire thing in 3 hours because I couldn't afford a forth...Kudos for Annie and Nathan for their hard, awesome and FAST work!!


Thursday, February 21, 2013

an interesting thing has happened...

...and I don't know if this is good, bad or ugly. This has suddenly become work. a job.

let me explain.

Before this project, whenever I'd create something...like the uber shitty Snipe Hunt Massacre: The Movie or the only slightly shitty Ant Farm or even my first real "movie-film", F**K New York, or any multitude of awful short films, it was just pure joy; or as Ed Burns put it, ten days of awesome.

But somewhere in here this all became a job; something about having to deliver on my deadlines even when inspiration did not strike (see: Act, Battle) made this whole thing feel less joyous and more, dare I say, mundane. tedious? Like WORK.   I was thinking of this last Saturday while trying to load the truck to drive into NYC at the butt-crack of dawn to shoot St. Genesius. I thought, "man this suddenly feels like a fucking job".

but that's the point...isn't it?

isn't it?

isn't the point of all this to one day have a career in film? to create something that eventually will be a livelihood? Is this not the very thing I so desperately have dreamed about for a quarter of a century and more than half of my life?   that this should feel like work, means it's not a hobby, right?

haven't i arrived, somehow?

huh?

HUUUHHHH???

I guess I should feel a sense of validation but I actually just feel poor and tired. It would help if I actually could figure out how to make money off of this...because I guess technically i'm doing a self-imposed intership and you know what they say about a man who is has himself for an intern (he can only fuck himself in the ass).

honestly I am not sure what or why i'm saying this; it just seemed to pop in my head.

I never thought that an added side effect of doing this, treating this like my job, would be that, from time to time, my job sucks.

hmmm...

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Photos from St. Genesius Shoot

Tawnya, make sure you take on set pix. Mission accomplished.



Grisel watches a smokin' take

"is this your first time at seeking spiritual representation?"

the line i'm saying here seems to scream for the word, "cockadoody"

"I just want to go to church"

We asked for a table, we got a music stand. sigh


when you don't have a crew, often, your  DP must also hold the reflector.

I tried to look douchebaggy but ended up looking a lot like my dad...which depressed the hell out of me

Annie Wild as Lucy (#387)

this is how swans kiss....

intensely directing.

Ms. Wild

Nathan Gregory as Brother Bill

blue steel?


whaaaa????

this makes it look like a sessy scene, but alas it was just microphone placement.

prepping for a smokin' take

yes. picture goes there.

Singing amazing grace just before the dude from the studio informed us there was no singing allowed...f**k you very much, Shetler.

funny director quip? NAILED it.

this is my patented "der" look.

too sessy?