White Room

Back in the nineteen-eighties, there was this contraption that we called a “television”, and on it we would watch music videos on a channel called “music television”—or MTV for the sake of brevity. A common visual motif among these nascent rock spectacles was the use of what’s known as a white cyclorama—simply a large space, painted completely white, with a curved transition from the ceiling to the floor. What it allowed was for the subject (in this case, the band) to stand out on a perfectly blank, seamless canvas. As my puberty coincided with the advent of the MTV, that aesthetic was hardwired into my unconscious at a very absorbent age. I’m happy to announce I’ve finally been able to channel this predilection for sparsity via my most recent collaboration with New Radiant Storm King. Clouds Cover Everything is nearing completion and below is a small taste, courtesy of Carl Derrick. More later.

Be a Winner in the Game of… er, yeah… nevermind

Don’t say you weren’t warned. What started out as a sardonic joke has materialized into full-color, three-dimensional, dice-rolling reality! As of April 2, 2008—the day AFTER April Fool’s Day—the feature film Broken will be available as a Special Deluxe Edition complete with a board game based on the film. In the tradition of classics such as Candyland®, Sorry® and Life®, Broken the Game takes players on a careening journey through the world of Todd Kellogg. Will you make it to the Dairi Quik to pick up a bag of Pizza Things? Will you ever find something good on TV? Why does it feel like you’re always moving backwards? These questions will all be answered (or at least asked) when you play the one board game that demands that you stay on the couch and have another beer.

Available exclusively from www.pedxing.com.

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Broken DVD To Drop Today

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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Ningún Resto

Ought eight is getting off to a frenzied pace. A couple weeks ago I received the initial run of the Broken self-distro campaign—10 crates of DVDs—which now stand as a quaint half-wall in the apartment that I share with my new bride. Two weekends ago, I flew cinematographer David Wexler out from L.A. so we could start work on a New Radiant Storm King video for a song from their upcoming album… and discuss the logistics of the “still-in-infancy” project Days Between Driveways (a film that, quite honestly, won’t resemble anything ever seen before and may be the most outlandish, misguided idea I’ve ever attempted). I’m running on stale caffeine and fumes. But it feels good.

Spring Forward

May was a pretty good month for “Quicksand Under Carpet”, the music video I directed for New Radiant Storm King. A week after premiering at the New Haven Underground Film Festival, it screened at the Florida Music Festival as part of the Indie Film Jam and—much to my shock—was awarded “Best of Fest”. I know, false modesty is for politicians and pageant queens, but if I had a vote I’d have been hard pressed not to cast it for Andrew Watson’s video for Bill Madden’s “Gone”. That said, I am grateful and appreciative. It’s a badass award from an up-and-coming film and music festival.

On Memorial Day, I was in Seattle to take part in the Seattle True Independent Film Festival. Quicksand screened in a block of shorts that featured excessive male nudity, masked demons and mindless violence, and that’s all within the sketch comedy of local duo Black Daisy. Seattle’s got a nice alt-comedy scene bubbling to the surface and it was good to be back in the PNW to get a glimpse, regardless of how brief. The festival also provided a rewarding opportunity to meet other New York-area filmmakers. It didn’t hurt that they were responsible for a couple of the better films I viewed while there: Jeremy Cohen’s “The Great Pretenders” and Steve Blahitka’s “Orgy Tonight!”

And that is the point, I guess. Besides the swag and the booze and the parties.

Ain’t Noise Pollution

So this year’s New Haven Underground Film Festival featured a documentary by Lexie Shabel, entitled “WE LIKE TO DRINK: We Like to Play Rock’n'Roll.” The film’s title is lifted from a song by the subjects of the doc: The Unband. For those of you unfamiliar with that tenuous thread that can oftentimes separate full-on indulgence from benevolent mockery, The Unband, along with similar bands like Nashville Pussy and The Supersuckers, stagger along that line like a seasoned drunk at his eighteenth DUI.

I, for one, remember them fondly from that slice of my past in Northampton, Massachusetts. In a college town populated by hipper-than-thou poseurs and patchouli-drenched hippies, they were about as divisive as “local heroes” could be, and established a local notority long before taking their act out on the road, inexplicably with the likes of Dio and Def Leppard. Which is the point, not only of Shabel’s film, but the book written by Unband bassist Michael Ruffino, “Gentlemanly Repose,” as brutally funny a book as I’ve read since those halcyon days of Raoul Duke.

So raise a toast: there’s something to being unappreciated by one big chunk of American pop culture consumers while being grossly misinterpreted by another.

Quicktime Under Carpet

I’ve known Matt Hunter since our days toiling away in the offices of an “alternative news weekly” In Western Massachusetts and we had often discussed the possibility of a music video collaboration with his band New Radiant Storm King. Nothing ever really made it beyond the yammering stage until he completed the score for my feature Broken (along with Liz Bustamante) in the fall of 2005. I was finishing the final digital effects for the film and NRSK’s first record for their new label was pending in February. So, eager to feed off the momentum from Broken, I rented space in a haunted former Tampax factory in Three Rivers, MA and we got all up in the dark arts of the green screen.

The raw footage for the guts of the video—the newspaper/microfilm segment—was all captured on consumer-grade mini-DV cameras, composited and heavily filtered in After Effects, rendered out in 12-15 second chunks and edited in Final Cut Pro; a process that I mistakenly thought would be painless and straightforward. After months of negotiating an obstacle course of marathon render times, system crashes and mock-headline Photoshop tedium, I came to the belated conclusion that I was in dire need of an upgrade. Yeah. And that is where I’m at right now, to quote venerable mic jockey Dicky Barrett.

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Made a movie, called it Broken…

…as did 4 other filmmakers in 2005 (according to IMDb). At the time, I thought the title would be both novel and appropriate, maybe I’m stupid that way. Fuck it, I should’ve gone with Ben Hur, that’s got some legs. For whatever it’s worth, some of the other Brokens sound pretty interesting. I’ve seen the trailer for Alex Ferrari’s and the cinematography is stunning, and this one is a surprisingly dark short by Danica McKellar (Winnie Cooper from Wonder Years). So I guess there’s something for being in good company.

Info on my Broken can be found here and its MySpace page is here. It’s a twisted mess of a dark comedy, and certainly an acquired taste, but I’m pretty pleased with the final product. Frankly, I’m growing tired of blathering on about it, trying to explain what it is rather than what it’s not, not to mention my growing suspicion of diy self-promotion. The need is self-evident but I’m finding the process can be dangerously myopic and corrupting.

So much for all that. Sometime this summer, I’ll move forward with DVD self-distro plans and it will be in the hands of the viewing public. Oh, that crazy viewing public.

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