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.
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.
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
Gabe and I are posting it up over at Leonard Hughes today. Speaking of which, Blood on the Golden Shores is finally up. I'll put up some notes and thoughts about the story in a little bit. Read it and then stay tuned for my discourse.
This morning I got my first kick of the Fall Semester. As many of our readers may recall, I’m a college student who likes to ramble about his college rumblings from time to time. These rumblings were put on hold over the summer as I went on trips with friends and family to see bands and visit amusement parks. But today the fun came to an end. That’s right; today I entered myself once more into the halls of learning for the fall semester of college. And I couldn’t be happier. Why anyone would be happy in a school environment is beyond some people’s comprehension, but I’m simply more satisfied with learning. I feel sated, alleviated, and to some extent, that I’m being put to good use. Now don’t assume that I’m sniffing my nose at summer writing. Scripting and writing little stories for myself is still a primary form of self-enjoyment, but it’s nice to be making progress in school.
What’s even nicer is that after this semester I will have “cleared the breaking point” so to speak. Most, (and maybe even all) of my prerequisite courses will have been completed at the end of this semester and I’ll have done away with the core film classes (or as Scottsdale likes to refer to them, the “Boot Camp”).
Class breakdown:
Biology 100 – The study of life; examination of basic scientific principles; a crash course in chemistry: Biology 100 promises to be all of these things. At least, that’s what the introduction to my textbook says. Either way, I’m greatly looking forward to this class, as I’ve always been fascinated by science. True, I’ve spent most of my time devoted to the pursuits of literati, but like all geeks, I enjoy learning about molecules and atoms from time to time.
English 102 – A subject I enjoy all too well. English 102 is a course that I neglected to take back in 2003 because I suspected that English 101 was all that was needed to satisfy my prerequisites in this field. Apparently, I was wrong. Either way, I’ll be taking this class with Marco this semester. Marco had previously taken English 101 and wanted to take 102, and so I thought to myself, “what the heck, at least we’ll have fun”.
Boot Camp: Pre-Production/Production/Post-Production – The real meat and potatoes of my college experience. I’ve been building up to these courses for a year now. This is the unhindered, unadulterated study of the mechanics of filmmaking. Everything, from storyboards, to scripts, to call sheets, to the actual filming is covered from the ground up in this course. The classes are sequenced to mimic the production of a film. I’ll start off this month by developing an idea for a short film, scripting it, storyboarding it, and bringing it together to prepare for actual shooting.
I don’t remember exactly what started me in the new direction, but Alex and Rebekah played a big part. They weren’t listening to anything that wasn’t already being played on the radio, but one day they made a couple purchases based on someone’s recommendation. I don’t know who that was, but I’d have to thank them as well. The newly acquired albums were Where You Been by Dinosaur Jr., and Juandice by Lucy’s Fur Coat.
Juandice immediately became their album of the moment, and with good reason. They hailed from San Diego (I think), but they played a hard, southern-style rock that was a lot of fun. Alex and Rebekah hadn’t even touched Where You Been so I decided to borrow it. Man, I’ll never forget the moment I first listened to it. The very first chord hit me like a freight train. Then there was his voice. The deep, nasally depression that was J Mascis.
Then there were the Smashing Pumpkins. That was due to Alex and Rebekah, and hearing “Disarm” on the radio. I’ve listened to Siamese Dream probably more times than any other album I’ve ever owned. I’d put that one on repeat before going to bed. I did that many a night.
Another song that hit me hard the first time I heard it was “Stars” by Hum. That one I heard on the radio. Hum took me many places.
I can go on and on, but those were the big ones.
I’ve had a plethora of harsh feelings regarding Weezer over the past few years and it all began with the Green Album. More recently those feelings soured with my sudden distaste of Maladroit. Now, I languidly watch the band’s website every day as they chart their return to the studio in attempt to record their 5th studio album. Recording at a breakneck pace, Weezer plans to get as much work done as possible before the band’s diminutive leader Rivers Cuomo heads back to school. And as I type this I can’t help but think to myself, “If they pick up where Pinkerton left off, they could once again be my favorite band”.
I’ve always liked Pinkerton. To many it was the stepson of Rivers Cuomo that won its way into the hearts of Weezer fan everywhere. But to me it will always be “the second best”. That night though it felt like something much more; for me it sounded like the continual spark of a movement that never really saw its fulfillment in my eyes. I didn’t say anything like that at the time, I simply sung along to the music with the rest of the car.
And then a few days ago I resurrected Pinkerton from my CD collection and gave it another spin…and then another...and then another. All in all, I must have listened to that album 20 times in the past few days. Why, I couldn’t possibly fathom. That is, I didn’t understand it until I began to grapple with the fact that Weezer used to be my favorite band. That’s right, used to be. Radiohead holds the mantle these days, but back when I was new to the world of music, before I even had a CD collection, Weezer stood as the undefeated champions of my youth. As sappy as this may sound, they were the musical icons I choose to represent “my voice” in the world. Rivers Cuomo and his band of geeks became my generational spokesmen. And then they wrote the Green Album. I can’t quite accept that straightforward, mechanical exertion of music, but Cuomo seems to be absolutely fond of it. Personally, I’ll take the unhinged, raw expression of feeling found within Pinkerton.
When I listened to Pinkerton the other day I felt like I came to a crossroads with my “former favorite band”. Knowing that a new album may be just around the corner, I can only hope that they pick up where Pinkerton left off. I just want Weezer to be a group of songwriters now, not rockers and most certainly not song technicians.
And so here it is: Let’s say their next album fulfills the promise set down by Pinkerton. Let’s say that Weezer’s 5th album disregards the poppy sound beloved by our current MTV viewers, and immerses itself in the dark innuendo and self-depreciation enjoyed by the band’s real fans. If such a thing were to happen, and I’d be completely surprised if it did, then I’d be willing to give the champions their crown back. That’s right. Weezer could be my spokesmen again. Their music could be the soundtrack to my life once more. Pinkerton proved that Cuomo had a songwriting talent that went unappreciated by a generation of teeny-boppers, and if Cuomo has any sense during these recording sessions, he’ll let that talent create a work that can once again reflect the thoughts of fans like me.
Thanks for enduring that casting call. A less self-indulgent post later. For now, what's up with The Wire? Maybe it's post tour let-down, but it's been a while since I've read anything from Nanna and his crew.
In the next screenwriting contest I plan to enter, one of the prizes for the top three winners is a possible meeting with a major motion picture studio. Not that my script could make it that far (although I’d certainly be pleased if it did), but still, it got me wondering who I’d suggest the studio cast for the film if I ever made it that far.
Yeah, I’m a looser. I’ll get to edit my short story today, I promise! But let’s just play “what-if” for a moment.
What if “Last Rights” got optioned to be made into a feature film? Who would play who?
Johnny Boscow – Johnny Depp
screenplay description of Boscow - "Across the nightstand, sitting cramped on the right side of the bed, is JOHNNY BOSCOW, 31, tall dark and contrite."
The story’s weird main character, despondent late night host Johnny Boscow, would be played by the weird actor Johnny Depp. (Similarities between the character and actor’s first names are unintended by the way; I wrote the part as a possible role for Gabe. But if you know your late night history then you probably understand why I chose to name my main character Johnny).
Depp’s frantic, more satirical and world weary persona would have to be shown in this film. Brock H. Brown would coach Depp to play the part like “a good boy scout who’s escorted an old lady and her very heavy packages for one block too many”.
Albert Reily – Philip Seymour Hoffman
Johnny’s spiteful and self-serving head writer (and later sidekick) would have to be played by a unique and organic character actor. He’d have to be able to be sweet as sugar one moment and then black and acidic as bile the next. Hoffman is the perfect build for Albert, and his skills would enable him to play the roll well.
Max Powers – Bruce Campbell
Who better to play late night’s b-list host then b-list actor Bruce Campbell? He’s got the goofy, overly heroic build and the charisma to face off against Depp in a TV “winner takes all”.
Robert Gleck - Dylan Baker
Baker is yet another fluid character actor who also has the right age and mettle to take on the considerable role of the plot’s secondary character, Johnny’s producer. Baker would have to wear a headpiece that would make him look like he’s balding, but other then a few light makeup changes, he’s primed to be the man behind the stage, freaking out at the loss of sponsors.
Gabe, you should have my short story by tonight. I'm gonna run through it quick to clean it up and then you can read it and tell me what you think.
You readers out there who have been waiting for it, be patient. I figured, why post just snippets when I can clean it up and have the entire story online this week?
Brock and I have posted pieces of our scripts on The Study of Leonard Hughes. Brock, where's the short story?
So I just listened to that Owen song Gabe posted. I’m floored. It’s very mellow but very powerful sounding. I think I might have to devote more attention to those guys in my next few music purchases. In fact, I need to write a list of the albums I intend on purchasing.
Hey, check this out:
I didn’t know that Conan O’Brian was going to release some DVD’s. This is great. The first one is supposed to highlight his 10th Anniversary special (which I never saw) while the second is a much-needed Triumph the Insult Comic Dog DVD. I was just sitting around the other day thinking to myself “You know what? I have DVDs of the Simpsons, Futurama, and King of the Hill. But where’s my Conan O’Brian DVD’s?” I wasn’t sure what I wanted in a Conan O’Brian DVD, but I knew I wanted it.
Relatively stable, relatively able... Currently listening to American Football. Soothing. Mike Kinsella, from the aforementioned band, has an acoustical project by the name of Owen. Also available from Polyvinyl Records. Good stuff. In fact, have a taste.
I'm in very high anticipation for this Jeff Buckley release: Grace - Legacy Edition. Hauntingly beautiful.
Gabe clearly devalues himself as a writer; he's got an ability that oftentimes goes underappreciated. Still, he can’t deny his brilliance in using that old blog to post our literary creations. Now we can post our short stories without fear of cluttering up our main blog. What’s more, I’m eager to see Gabe’s work. Check the The Study of Leonard Hughes out later, because I’m going to post an excerpt from “Blood on the Golden Shores”
Do you ever have one of those days when the underlying cinematic inspiration behind the world unravels itself to you? I know that sounds odd, but stick with me here. I had such an experience last night and early this morning.
The first experience came last night when the skies darkened and the wind began to rustle. It’s this time of year when you can feel the air bulging with the humidity of Monsoon Season. In summers past the rains have been unforgiving in their downpour. But this year we’ve gotten scarcely more then a drizzle. That was until last night, when the skies seemed to utterly explode with water. It might have been dry around other parts of the valley, but nearby my house the rain was gushing down in sheets.
And it was nice. The rain cascading down my back porch like a waterfall, puddles turning into rivers in the street, it was cinematic. Being inside my house during the storm made it all the more surreal.
And then there was this morning. I had a dental appointment and I had to leave the house around 6:30. Sleep came fairly easily when I went to bed, but I woke up about an hour and a half earlier then I intended. And I couldn’t coax myself back to sleep. So I got up and decided to see what the world would be like at that hour.
At first I didn’t know what to do, so I put on my headphones and wandered around the house looking at the brightening sky outside. Appropriately, when the darkness began to recede I popped in Failure’s Fantastic Planet and listened to “Daylight”.
(I also listened to “The World At Large”. You can question the rest of Good News all you want, but the epic simplicity of that track marks it as a masterwork.) But the point I’m trying to make here is that I had no idea how amazingly visual these things could be. I knew they were, but for some reason it struck me as extra pertinent last night and today.
Anyway, enough sentimentality; I think its time we consider two albums I’m looking forward to:
Of course, I am tempted to download the rest of the album. But I’ve managed to keep myself restrained so far.
The other album I wanted to look into was Chris Broach’s new Firebird Band release (which I think is entitled The City at Night). I really liked the last Firebird album. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I believe it may be one of my favorite albums of the past five years. Hence, I’m really excited about this next release. Check out the message board on their official site. They’ve asked fans to tell them where they should play in support of the new release. I’ve seen Broach with Braid, but I’d like to see one of his solo projects.
Once, a long time ago, I had an idea for Brock and I to collaborate on a story. We'd take turns writing, using each other's last post as the basis for the next. I basically let that die but the site never did.
Now, it will be the spot that Brock and I will post our short stories, or story ideas. It'll probably be mostly Brock, as my time is nearly non-existent. Plus my creative juices just don't flow as nicely as Brock's. We'll update you here on newly posted material.
The site is: The Study of Leonard Hughes.
