Modest Mouse posted their new video for Ocean Breathes Salty on their website. It's about an odd little kid with glasses who discovers Isaac Brock in a bird suit with a broken wing. One of the best moments of the video shows the little kid nursing Brock back to health. It's...odd. There's some nice use of colors and wide-angle shots too.
This morning was absolutely sublime. I sat inside the corridor before my Biology classroom reading material out of Nine Stories, and no one had any idea who I was. No one even noticed me. That sense of animosity, that feeling that I didn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things was outright intoxicating and absolutely essential for my good mental health. You see; I take my biology class at a completely different college then the one I take my film production classes at. At my day-college I’m just some kid who hangs around the laboratories. To the girl who sat across from me as I built plastic molecules, I was just a sheepish little boy. But when I had to step up before the entire class on Tuesday night I ceased being that sheepish boy and became Brock H. Brown the auteur. And it was outright frightening.
Characterizing and articulating my thoughts and feelings regarding this (now school sponsored) project has been difficult. Of course, I could begin by first describing the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy I experienced when I was given this distinction. In fact, I could even go back a little bit and describe how satisfied I was to be recognized among the four class “finalists”. But more likely, I’m better off highlighting the surreal disposition I held myself in the following morning. “Did that just happen?”
Maybe I’d be better off describing how inept I’ve suddenly become at articulating my artistic and creative impulses. (I could tell you that it’s because I no longer feel like one of the “alienated ones”, that it’s as if I no longer have a right to muster indignation in my work anymore) I could describe all of these feelings and feel wrong for stating them because in the end, I have no right to complain. Moreover, it’s just a stupid student project.
But it’s gotten me thinking none the less; especially when I had to stand up in front of the entire class and hunch over a podium judging how much each student is worth to the school’s project. That age-old adage of how disenfranchised artists often end up falling prey to the woes of the spotlight is true.
It’s just awkward, but in a completely new sense. Before, I had to look up to speak to my fellow classmates. Now, they look down. And I apologize, but to have a girl repeatedly tell you “she’s happy she didn’t have to sleep with anyone to get on the project” is just creepy.
Anyway, I’m sorry. Enough ranting. It’s just stifling: Tuesday night I sat on a bench and had this great talk with a fellow classmate about ‘his vision’. He told me about all of these great skate videos he filmed; about the great locations he’s found and about how much fun he has making films. And then 20 minutes later I stood in front of the class and told him he wasn’t right for the job of DP while the teacher looked on approvingly.
When that happened I pulled a Thom Yorke, I mentally checked out of the hotel so to speak. "I’m not here, this isn’t happening."
English with Marco is comparatively better. It’s a droll subject, but it’s nice to be in a class where I don’t have to ‘hire’ anyone.
Nevertheless, my creative interest in the project hasn’t diminished in the slightest. I spent all day today looking up pictures of actors so I could visualize my characters. And I’ve also snatched photographs by famous artists in order to shade the look of the film.
Back when Gabe, Rebeckah, Alex and I visited the Getty museum in California, we saw a great exhibit of ‘genius photographers’. By tracking down that exhibit online, I’ve been able to find plenty of inspiration for the imagery of my short.
Yeah, I’m a little taken back by the experience. But I’m also excited to begin working on my film. I wanted Gabe and I to have a bigger presence in the Phoenix film society; maybe this is our doorway.
Merchants in the temple, making money. This time they’ve moved Jesus into the merchant booths, marketing him. I ventured into Best Buy today during my lunch. What blasphemy burned my eye sockets? Jesus for sale. Everywhere. Not just Mel Gibson’s The Passion of The Christ, but everything in the past that related to Jesus or religion. The Greatest Story Ever Told – on sale. Ten Commandments – on sale. Jesus Christ Superstar – on sale. Touched by an Angel – on sale.
The worst part of it? You can buy The Passion of the Christ, packaged with two cans of Coca Cola’s C2, a free issue of Sports Illustrated or Entertainment Weekly, free CD-Rs, and some money saving coupons!
Lord have mercy.
It's been over a week since I've posted! What a loser I am. I just haven't been able to think of much to post about. Let's see what I can come up with.
Well, I purchased some stuff. Jeff Buckley - Grace: Legacy Edition was one. It's a double CD, DVD set. The first being the original album remastered. The second being some Grace session songs. "Forget Her" on that disc was a previously unreleased track. I like it a lot. Apparently it's being released as a single. I couldn't figure out what station would play it. Something The Zone would've played a few years ago. I'm not so sure now. They've changed too much.
The DVD has an updated EPK and four music videos from Grace.
I also ordered Dr. Strangelove and Visions of Light: The Art of Cinematography. Summary:
Cameramen and women discuss the craft and art of cinematography and of the "DP" (the director of photography), illustrating their points with clips from 100 films, from Birth of a Nation to Do the Right Thing. Themes: the DP tells people where to look; changes in movies (the arrival of sound, color, and wide screens) required creative responses from DPs; and, these artisans constantly invent new equipment and try new things, with wonderful results. The narration takes us through the identifiable studio styles of the 30s, the emergence of noir, the New York look, and the impact of Europeans. Citizen Kane, The Conformist, and Gordon Willis get special attention.
Then, for the right price, I'm hoping to get something to make a little noise with.
Man, this heat is getting really old, really fast. I stood outside after my Biology class this morning and it felt like a thousand degrees were melting away my skin and burning my hair ashen. Hopefully it’ll cool down soon. Last year I think the heat lasted until mid-October.
So tonight I’ll be taking my first big test in Pre-Production. I have to define the elements of the Canon Scoopic and be knowledgeable about its technical capabilities. It’s not going to be too difficult, but a few of the terms and definitions tend to sway awfully close to one another. Hence, my biggest fear is confusing one aspect of the camera, like the focal plane, with another, such as the film plane.
Also noteworthy about tonight’s film class is that we’ll be introducing our scripts for our personal short film project. Each script is supposed to be around 3 minutes in length and since we’ll be shooting on non-sync cameras, there won’t be any dialogue. I’ve decided to go for a Keystone cop approach with my short film by playing up the silent angle. Hopefully, the class likes my script, because the story the students pick as “the best” gets completely funded and sponsored by the school. A free ride? Yes please.
On September 1st the Phoenix Film Festival will begin accepting submissions for short films and screenplays. They haven’t posted the complete rules yet, but as you probably know “I’m Not Crazy” is automatically submitted to the festival. I think Gabe and I talked about working on another one to submit as well, but we haven’t decided on anything definite yet. And if I get my student short finished on time, I plan to submit that one too.
But what’s especially noteworthy about the festival (to me anyway) is the screenwriting submission. Make no mistake; I’m going to submit another script this year. It’ll be a completely new story that I’ll begin researching and writing at the end of September. If it turns out to be half decent then chances are it’ll replace “Last Rights with Johnny Bosocw” for the 2005 festival/contest circuit. Johnny had a good run, but I can’t submit him to all the same contests again next year.
Hey everyone, what’s new?
It’s been quite some time since my last post, and I apologize for that. If I had both the time and the energy to post more, I guarantee you I would. But, I promise to try my best to make up for the lost time. In fact, I’m going to attempt posting every single day this week. If I’ve got a minute to spare, you’ve just earned yourself a new post.
Anyway, we had a good weekend around these parts. Saturday night, Gabe, Josh and I (and a host of other people) saw Hero at the new Cine Capri. It was amazing. Gabe had shown me Hero months ago, and more recently we introduced it to Josh. Since we all liked the film and wanted to experience it on the big screen, we decided to spend Saturday night in support of Jet Li’s greatest Kung-Fu masterpiece. In short, it was worthwhile to see it at the Cine Capri (but also a bit disappointing). A couple of things I admire about Hero are the performances and the visual brilliance of the film. The performances are of special note since all the actors deliver deliciously bitter, selfish and even poetic portrayals of their characters. Tony Leung Chiu Wai of Wong Kar Wai fame gives my second favorite performance of the film. Playing off the stoic nature of his character Broken Sword, Leung also happens to deliver a solid dose of heartfelt emotion in his role. Any other actor could have left the character as a simplistic “higher then high” master of the sword. But Leung made his role distinctive and immediately separated it from Jet Li’s torrid character, “Nameless”.
That would be my favorite performance of the film. Why? I like it simply because of how anguished and conflicted Li plays his nameless warrior. Where Broken Sword has empathy for the warrior who lays down his weapon, Nameless only seeks to sate the bitterness in his heart. All the other performances are masterfully played and well-executed as well, but I can’t extol them all.
The other aspect of the film I regularly enjoy is its sheer visceral power. The camera set-ups, shots, use of color and frame speeds make this a film a thousand times more visual then any Kung-Fu film to date. Truly, Yimou Zhang was obsessed with the visuals possible for a film like this. (I think my favorite moment is in the ‘Chess House’. The angles and slow-motion really play up the rainfall trickling down and exemplify the ‘lyrical nature’ of martial arts and music.)
I have to admit though that it was also a bit disappointing due to the translation and transfer of the original movie. Gabe mentioned to me during the film that the colors looked a bit darker and the film a little bit grainy. I began to notice this too. As for the translation… well, it left much to be desired. They seemed to take out the poetic nature of the dialogue, and the story even felt a little dumbed down for American consumption. It’s a fantastic movie, don’t get me wrong, but they seemed to loose a plethora of small visual and story qualities in the American release.
I was glad to see it though. I had a long week. As I mentioned earlier, this was my first week back in school. It was good, and the classes were in many cases quite easy, but the sheer amount of homework the teachers assigned quelled my enthusiasm. I’m overjoyed to be busy, but at the same time I long for my lethargy.
Getting back to movies, I’ve been adding plenty of ‘new favorites’ to my DVD collection recently. Just a few weeks ago I purchased my latest favorite film of all time (tied with A New Hope) ‘The Graduate’. And last night I snagged a copy of Dr. Strangelove. I haven’t watched ‘The Graduate’ yet, but I did watch Dr. Strangelove today, and I appreciated it even more since the last time I viewed it. It’s truly a remarkable piece of cinema. Also noteworthy is the fact that it seems even more applicable to today then it may have been ten years ago.
That’s all I can say for now. I’ll post my write-up for my short story “Blood on the Golden Shores” tomorrow. Also, anything else that seems to come to mind will surely be mentioned right here.
Ta ta,
Brock
