April 10, 2001 -
We shoot the animals
decided to include my fuzz-ball, mop of a dog "Mei-Li"
(a Shit-Tzu) in the film as Johnnys pet. Why? Two reasons:
1.) You can always pander to get a cheap "aaawww"
reaction out of a cute animal.
2.) It gives me something else to cut to in the scenes.
I've been showing
a fine cut of a bunch of scenes to a few people. There's two
scenes where the exit music seems to be really pushing the movie
forward. The first one, is where Johnny is kissed by Beth at
the nightclub and he's left standing there with a eat-eating
grin on his face. The song "Nothing So Ordinary" by
Zoux comes up and fits the
mood perfectly. I want to milk the moment for all it's worth,
so I want to have some more shots of Johnny celebrating his
personal victory before he sits down at this computer and relates
his story to Enigma online. (this is where the music will fade
out) At this point I've only got a shot of Johnny walking out
of a parking lot while Horrigan pisses on a wall. Having him
go home and celebrate by himself doesn't make any sense. Giving
Johnny another prop (a dog) gives him something to work with.
The second place is where I walk off the beach as the clown
and Johnny leaves depressed from his break up with Irene. I
initially had him run home and relate this story to Enigma online.
The song seems to be really working (Back Where I Belong by
Dumptruck), so I want to extend that. This time I have Johnny
sulking around his home while the dog watches.
I've been getting some good comments on the music I've chosen
to support a bunch of the scenes. I'm in a bidding war on ebay
right now to get a clean, digital copy of "Back Where I
Belong". The song came out back in 1986, when CDs weren't
that common, so a digital copy of it is a collectors item. (The
bidding is already up to $36)
also shot the insert of the cat wearing panties which will be
seen during one of the Amandas party sequences. The cat is called
Paka and this is Johnnys REAL pet. Vital statistics: "Paka"
is Swahili for "cat". Paka weighs 26 pounds and 38"
long. He's basically a dog living the lie of being a cat.
We inserted a joke in one of Johnnys scenes where he turns to
Mei-Li and says, "I'm sorry I let them take your balls."
Keeping in traditional canine Lassie movie fashion, Mei-Li was
referred to a a boy on screen, even though she is a girl in
real life. I can't believe I burned up 400' of film attempting
to film my dog. Mei-Li was difficult at times to get her to
look on cue. Normally she's a hyper dog, but towards the end
of filming, she tended to collapse in a furry heap. We're thinking
of giving her a real movie name like "Crusher" in
I recently bought two large reference directories of agents.
If this project is ever to be sold for real money, I'm going
to need one. The "Hollwood
Creative Directory" and "The
Hollywood Reporter Blu-Book 2001" contains hundreds
of names, addresses and phone numbers and e-mails of anybody
who is anybody in Hollywood. You can order the books on their
websites, but they are a little cheaper on Amazon.com. I figured
I'd get Dan Bridges to start plowing through all the names and
see if I can get any interest before the project is finished.
I have no idea WHO in the Hollywood Creative Directory book
has any good contacts, or if they are even trustworthy. It seems
the larger agencies have many agents working for them, while
there are many people who are listed in the directory under
one name and phone number.
I can only imagine
how many Broadway Danny Rose's are out there. The major agencies
(International Creative Management and William-Morris) all say
BY REFERRAL ONLY. This might be a tough nut to crack. The cute
thing about the Blu-Book is in the "Talent and Crew"
listings, it has movie stars with their agents phone numbers.
Now I know how to contact people like Ernest Borgnine, Kareem
Abdul-Jabbar & Ruth Buzzi. What a deal.
Pooch on floor
Mutt on the table
Eric directs his dog
April 14, 2001 - The (pretty much) Wrap Party
guess it was obligatory to have a wrap party, so I did. I've
only got a few odds 'n ends to film, but screw it...it's (pretty
much) a wrap. I have a 67 minute rough assemblage of all the
scenes which are edited and some which I'm still working on.
Everything was assembled in order of appearance. This was to
be the highlight of the evening. I fed everybody with catered
chinese food from the local joint, plied them with alcohol and
herded them into the TV room. A few people like Tony
Annesi, Brian White and
Sparky haven't seen much of
the footage, so they were the most objective for the evening.
(and probably most sober)
It's like I can almost spot the finished project appearing over
the horizon. People are enjoying themselves and it's getting
laughs. I realize that we all suffer from the home movie effect,
but the people who haven't seen any of it said that it kept
their interest and looks like a good movie. It's now obvious
what I need to do to get it completed. When the music kicks
in, it really comes alive. I'm gonna hafta write some subtle
stuff for a bunch of the scenes where anyone is at a computer
or just fiddling around. There are some shots that I didn't
shoot which I'll have to go back and get. Computer screens...and
I need plenty of computer screens. (Still searching for an LCD
monitor to shoot them.) I'm now looking forward to showing it
to a completely objective audience once I get the film together
where I'm comfortable with it.
development on the agent front:
A woman whom I've trained for years at Tony Annesi's karate
school knew of my project and mentioned to me a while back that
her son was an agent in Beverly Hills. I sort've dismissed it
at the time as another mother who thinks their offspring are
successful no matter what they do. (I'm thinking, "Yea...he
probably works for FedEx and DELIVERS packages to some agent
Recently she saw the Boston
Globe article and brought up he son again. She said that
she had given the article to her son and explain how she knew
me from the karate school. She had given him my phone number
and e-mail and she gave me his. I'm thinking, "The guy
is probably rolling his eyes going, 'Cripes...my MOTHER is suggesting
clients to me..oh brother.'" She mentions that he works
for the United Talent Agency in Beverly Hills. I'm thinking,
"United Talent Agency is probably one guy at a desk and
he's his assistant."
I look up United Talent Agency in my handy-dandy Hollywood Creative
Directory. Jesus Christ. United Talent Agency looks like it's
probably the third largest agency in Hollywood! (behind ICM
and William Morris) The guy is listed right in the middle of
the page! It also says BY REFERRAL ONLY. Shit...I've now been
I call the guy up and talk to him. He says that he's basically
a literary agent, but they have agents who just deal with indie
film projects. He said to send him a tape when the projects
done and he'll get it in the hands of the people who deal with
this sort of thing. I asked if he'd take a 12 minute section
just to wet his appetite. He said sure. Woo hoo! I gotta get
this fucking film DONE.
We're number one!
Gang on couch
Spar - KEY!
Phil puckers up
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