Monthly Archives: March 2008

Broken DVD To Drop Today

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In keeping with the month ending lamb-wise, the hotly anticipated DVD release of my feature Broken saunters lazily onto Amazon.com today, March 20, 2008. I was thinking about working a sidewalk sale across from Greeley Square to push a Genesis reference (because, really, you can’t have enough Genesis references) but I figured, A. It would be way too cryptic and, B. I’d have to contend with the pirates who have the entrance to the Manhattan Mall pretty well occupied.

 

But back to Broken, the DVD features the complete cut of the film, trailers, production design samples and a conversation between Paul Phipps and I. Damn, that sounds so good, I might buy one myself. Seriously, I’m extremely pleased with how it came out and fairly confident that “if you get it, you’ll dig it.”

 

And, as an extra special bit of supersized madness, Amazon.com soon won’t be the only place to find the DVD. Within the next 2-3 weeks, Broken will be available directly from the Pedestrian site: www.pedxing.com… as a Deluxe Limited Edition with Board Game! Yes, you read that correctly.

 

Stay tuned.

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Springtime in Brooklyn

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March 19, the baseball season is scratching at the door and I’m visited by that stringent brew of optimism spiked with a stiff dose of unbridled hatred. Hatred for the Yankees, of course. Since moving to NYC ten years ago, my natural dislike of them has ulcerated into an eternal flame of malice. I’m sure it’s not healthy. It’s certainly not sensible, especially in the two-titles-in-four-years reality of Red Sox Nation. But, fuck it, that’s baseball. Try explaining–in cold, clear-eyed terms–Walter O’Malley’s insurmountable development obstacles to someone raised in Flatbush in the fifties. Baseball is about love and rage and heartbreak. There is a certain degree of holistic logic to it all anyway. An emotional attachment to the names on the back of the jerseys and an antagonism to enforced tradition is, after all, how I became a Red Sox fan in the first place. Long story, some other time… maybe when the smell of freshly-cut grass has taken hold.