Morris Day had the time for The Time

Above video has nothing to do with BM A/V other than BM being a DL fan.

I was reading that David Lynch book where he says one of the main things one needs to get creative projects done is time. I agree. For some people, making the time to get basic things done is hard to come by. When my kid was born, I was really freaked out I’d never have the time to get my own creative projects off the ground. But that hasn’t been an issue. I finished two movies this year. Basically the stuff that didn’t matter sloughed off like dead skin. I’m more aware of my free time now, so I am better at managing it.

Cutting out stuff that isn’t important is important. One of those things, for me, has been submitting to film festivals. An award winning filmmaker friend told me to never submit to film festivals because they just take your money. At, generally, 35 bucks a pop, it adds up fast. Forget it. If any film festivals feel like programming my work, they know where to find me. 

Making the movies is way more important to me than getting them shown in places where there’s already a set vibe and a specific audience expectation. My stuff works best when catching people off guard, not when programmed into a slot around neighbors on display in case study houses. If there was a small room one might walk into right off the street for a brief respite from ad agency proselytism and the financial district slash tenderloin degradation of the human spirit, be served a nice drink and something to nosh on while a BM A/V projects onto a makeshift screen, that would be a preferable screening environment for my work. 

Irina and I have been doing PUFF for the last two years. We had a mission to expose the masses to no budget underground filmmaking and to establish it as a viable and powerful art form. But no one comes out. None of the local papers publicize it. The Hollywood asked me to stay away from screening the things I think need to be screened because nobody comes out to see them and they make no money. This news came to me in a typically Portland fashion – not directly from theater management, but through my screening partner who, today, continues the series we started together, showing esoteric and rare works from his impressive 16mm and 35mm collection.

If making films weren’t so important to me, then I’d keep pounding away at the walls set up by the local cultural arbiters. I’m a ram, man. But there’s better use for my time. Getting three people to show up for an amazing night of underground films from Spain is not nearly as satisfying as finishing a new movie. I quit. Making movies is the thing for me. It has been like that for the last 30 years and it will continue to be forever and always.

I am here to spill my guts for you and show what it means to be a living human being. The beauty. The horror. The muck in between like the psychic and spiritual upheavals, shifts, eruptions, and crashings of the human experience. I believe in the B picture. The underdog. The fool. I tear into the festering sores of my psyche with a candy cane laser, shakily serving comic effect in broken shards of sweet tooth sincerity cauterized in the bubbling boil of vitriolic irony. If nobody wants to see it, I don’t care. I’m not doing this to be famous. That is not my sickness. I am doing this to keep something I love – the art of motion pictures – alive and well. I am winning and it feels good.

“You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire” the above video has nothing to do with BM A/V other than BM being a QOTSA fan and digging the sentiment of the title and how it pertains to this entry.

Things I Just Don’t Watch


The above trailer has nothing to do with BM A/V – I just put it there because it’s something to watch and goes along with this entry.

Now that I have sired a child, I have changed somewhat. Since much of my time goes to making sure the kid is kept healthy and alive, I’ve cut out a bunch of stuff that doesn’t really matter – things that spin wheels rather than move things forward. A lot of stuff that used to bother me really doesn’t bother me anymore. I don’t put up with as much guff as I used to. I’ve tapped into a lot of joy I haven’t really felt since I was much smaller. Also, there are certain things in movies I just don’t want to see anymore.

Things like children in peril. I was never a big fan of that whole cinematic conceit. I’ve read the story of Marcia Lucas calling out George on not engaging his audience emotionally, with Mr. Star Wars answering that it’s very easy to engage an audience’s emotions. Just show a little puppy and then wring its neck. That’s how I feel about the kid in peril thing. When I see this tired trope used, I just feel that the filmmaker is too lazy or too unskilled to really engage me. It’s a cheap ploy and I flush it down my psychic garbage chute.

Saw this Under The Skin. For some reason, many people seem to herald this movie as some sort of Kubrickian second coming. That is not kind to Kubrick, nor to the craft of filmmaking. Skin uses the tired child in peril trope in an especially haphazard and throwaway fashion and perhaps it succeeds because some people don’t know how to feel, like, emotions anymore. Which is too bad. Irony is supposed to provide a healthy distance. But the point of creating a distance is to find a deeper connection to the material by removing some of the cultural baggage associated with the subject matter.

A kid in peril taps a very basic and primal emotion and it is sure to provoke a reaction. It paltry and way too easy. Harping on heart strings is a sign of a filmmaker’s neglect or just pure sadism. If you make films, just don’t do it. Find a different way to evoke a similar response. Question the response you are trying to pull forth. What is your true goal?

It seems the maker of Skin just wanted to slap something ugly up on the screen to provoke, to shake up, to shock. I am all in favor of shock, but if you’re going to shock me, then shock me into a state of transcendence. Don’t shock me into the hollow log of your own psychic baggage. That is a self serving slap to the audience. Who wants to get slapped around? I guess some people like getting slapped around. I don’t.

Escape From Tomorrow is an evil film

There is an insidious message contained within this cinema cipher made by dumb people who think they’re deep, smart, and heavy. Sorry whoever the studio is behind the release of this thing, but the schtick is phony baloney. There is no way I believe that the Siemens corporation wasn’t ok with this getting out there. The story is that this was shot on the fly in Disneyworld, guerrilla style, and BIG SURPRISE, the big corp didn’t come down and stop it from being released. Don’t buy it. THE FILM ESCAPE FROM TOMORROW PROMOTES ESCAPE FROM YOUR LIFE. Because, of course, your life sucks. This is one of the tenets of a consumerist culture of fear and self loathing which perpetuates buying more dumb stuff nobody really needs.

It was a gross movie. In the end SPOILER ALERT the main guy escapes from his family and we’re supposed to be happy for him. The guy was the awful one, a leering potential pedophile and divided schmuck with no guts. We’re supposed to feel for him and then, finally, released and happy when we see him in fine threads, very much unlike his former schlubby self, with a beautiful wife and beautiful kids – the kind of beautiful we’re supposed to believe in and not the kind of beautiful that’s really there – running through the park as the teens he had oogled turn out to be Tinkerbell-like fairies who were trying  to save him all along. Perhaps that’s why he was attracted to them – for they held for him the promise of what he could truly be, not because he was a total creep. Sorry, but no..

The message is clear: do not look within. Keep striving for the Siemens carrot. Look and act like movie stars and you’ll be happy. If you can’t, then there is no escape for you from all today’s hopeless tomorrows.

Escape From Tomorrow is an evil film, dummy mind control disguised as escapism.

They Destroy Them After I Shoot There

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I have this strange thing that follows me around wherever I go. I find a great shooting location, then I shoot there, and then people come along and tear it down or build something in its place.

There was a cool vacant lot in my neighborhood where I shot a quick scene for my latest opus KRIMI. Top is what it looks like in the movie. Bottom is what’s going on today. Hope it’s not condos! Blech!

The Soil, The Earth, Water, And Air

Having a kid has vastly altered my time space continuum but I did make it out to see Jodorowsky’s Dune. The big takeaway was, shoot high and if you fail don’t let it bug you. My dream is to turn people on to no-fi filmmaking. This has already happened in music via amazing no tech recordings by The Breeders, Guided By Voices, R.L. Burnside, John Fahey, and Pussy Galore, among many others. I want to do this via the moving picture medium. So far, it’s not really happening. Most seem to be stuck in the same locale Hollywood has already put them in. But I don’t care. Going to keep doing what I do and preaching the gospel whether or not anybody listens. I can plant the seeds but the roots are gonna grow depending on the soil, the earth, water, and air.