Gangway for Footcycle!

This is a great article that talks about a time when finding a rare film was something not unlike finding a treasure map to incomprehensible riches in your attic.

Read it here...

My reason for posting it is because it touched on something that I've been trying to deal with for so long: the idea that once a film exits the theatres, it ceases to be a big deal.

I've discussed this before, and it was a big reason why I stopped liking movies those many months ago. Today, almost every single film is at our fingertips, whether through Torrents, Netflix, Redbox, On Demand, or what have you. Sure, that freedom to watch something whenever we want allows us the privilege of leading half-way decent lives. It lets us schedule our viewings in our iPhones, because there's no need to interrupt our lives for a film.

But, looking back as a kid, going to a movie, or renting a movie was the highlight of my tiny existence. I would go out of my way to do my chores and be extra awesome to my parents so that they would oblige my wishes for a simple $3.50 ticket to see Hook, or to rent Suburban Commando (please, no jokes.) Sure, they saw right through my efforts, but that's not the point: I made a big deal out of it, and because of that movies became a big deal. It became something almost magical. In short, I was willing to do ANYTHING to go to the movies. Seriously. Anything.

But, then I became a teenager. My parents got lazier (or rather, we became more responsible), and they got more money, so going to the movies became a more frequent occurrence. We'd rent two movies or so a month (maybe four, if we had a coupon), and that was more than enough. I was satiated. I was complete. But I was also becoming complacent.

Now, after four years at university, films are never out of my reach. I have the means to rent one if I want. I can also buy one, go see one, or even download one, whenever I want. No chores to do. No big deal to make.

Last year when I had my epiphany about movies was the moment when I realized that a crucial part of my movie equation was missing: They weren't a big deal anymore. They weren't the highlight of my week. They weren't the one thing I looked forward to more than anything. What had happened was they had become my life.

And so I looked around. I saw that it wasn't just me who had lost out on the "big deal" portion of the equation. The advent of all things digital had also created a gap in the old-timey ways of viewing cinema. It was all too easy, and all too accessible. Before, we would have to stop everything to watch a film; now, we multi-task while watching films. We even have to show commercials about it at the theater to get folks to stop multi-tasking just watch the frakkin' film...

Ugh.

But seriously, what I wouldn't give for someone to take my movies away*, and hold them hostage. What I wouldn't give for someone to make movies a big deal again.

And with that, I offer some hope:

James Cameron did something close to miraculous (in this day and age) with Avatar. He made an event film. He made going to the movies a big deal. This wasn't a movie you could download, or rent or get on demand, because you'd be missing out on what makes the film unique. I'd always saw 3D as a viable means to get butts in the seats, but never did I expect it to become what it is becoming. It's making movies special again. Sure, it costs more, but when it's done right, 3D gives us something we can't (yet) get at home, or on our computer. And I'm all for it.

Now, a slightly different realm, but applicable nonetheless:

Some of you may know what The Room is. Most of you probably don't, nor should you. It's arguably the worst movie ever made, but that's not the point. This film, not unlike The Rocky Horror Picture Show, has created a cult following in New York and L.A., where midnight screenings of the film are a common occurrence. Apparently, they're amazing screenings. People yell things at the film, and they participate. In short, they make it a big deal. Now, contrast that with how I first saw the film: as an April Fool's Joke on Adult Swim. Alone. I later saw it on DVD with my brother, and that helped, but it didn't have the same chutzpah that a midnight screening with a crowd would have garnered. Part of me regrets seeing it this way. Part of me thinks it could have been a better experience (the movie is so horribly bad that it's hilarious. Like this. Or this. And especially this...) by seeing it with other people, in a theatre. Part of me wishes I had paid to see it, as opposed to simply chancing upon it one Sunday night. Can I be certain of this? No, obviously. But, what I can be certain of is that the actual act of taking time out of my life to attend something of this magnitude would instantly classify it as a bigger deal than simply picking it up at the Redbox after getting some milk. It's just a different beast.

And I'm almost 100% sure it's a better one as well.

So, a call to action: Let us all try and make movies special again. Let's make them something we are willing drop everything for, and take the time to savor. Let's make 'em a big deal. Again.

*I have actually had this happen. It lasted two years, and I really think it helped. 

I Just Want My Kids Back

This is for those who are curious about the film industry, in terms we can all understand...Money.

Thanks to Eric for posting this...


Via: Online MBA

Aha!

I don't know what's in the air lately, but for whatever reason I've found myself drawn to British television (and one film). It's probably because, along with being a serious Francophile, I'm a also an enduring Anglophile. I've loved all things British since before I could remember, and with the Olympics on, there hasn't been much good American television to watch (besides LOST). So, here's a rundown of the generally excellent British fair I've been enjoying these past few weeks:

Jekyll - This is a neat little miniseries from Coupling creator/writer (and future Doctor Who producer) Steven Moffat, that takes a modern and conspiracy-driven look at the Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde mythos. Loaded with mystery, it's a fun ride. The last episode has a neat little twist, and then a not so neat one, so you've been warned, but other than that, it's a stellar series. (Caution: it does contain some colorful language). Netflix Instant Watch

Emma - A new adaptation of Jane Austen's book, staring Romola Garai (Atonement) and Jonny Lee Miller. It's nice to finally see a lengthy adaptation of Austen's book (I've seen Clueless and Gwyneth Paltrow's Emma), because there are so many peripheral characters that get the short shaft in both of those films. This one makes for a great Sunday afternoon, clocking in at only four hours. Fantastically produced and superbly acted. Masterpiece Classic on PBS (it's on DVD now, too)

The IT Crowd - I don't know why it's taken me so long to jump on this show, but it has. I wasn't super impressed with the first two episodes, but all the ones that have proceeded it have been laugh-out-loud hysterical. Netflix Instant Watch

Knowing Me, Knowing You with Alan Partridge - Aha! It's a parody chat show, complete with the most imbecilic of presenters ever to grace the BBC. Steve Coogan is Alan Partridge, a character who most definitely inspired Ricky Gervais' equally as ridiculous David Brent. Brilliantly conceived and just down right funny. A worthwhile rent. Netflix (the mail version)

Knowing Me, Knowing Yule with Alan Partridge - This is the Christmas special for the previous series. Probably the best episode of the series, for sure. You can watch the whole thing here on Dailymotion, if it suits you. Just brilliant. And it serves as the segue into this...

Or watch it here:

Alan partridge knowing me knowing yule. Part 1
Uploaded by CentralSouth. - Full seasons and entire episodes online.

I'm Alan Partridge - Following the Christmas special, Alan finds himself relocated to a small hotel in his hometown of Norwich, relegated to doing an early, early morning DJ stint at the local radio station. This is a more traditional sitcom, but still brilliant and amazing, thanks in part to smart writing and Steve Coogan's peerless performance. Netflix (the mail version)


Here's a good clip.

In The Loop - This is probably one of the best political satires I've seen in years. The comedy is sharp and the one-liners are juicy. Definitely not one for the kiddies (the language is rough), but if you can handle the swearing, it's smart, sad, and wonderfully hilarious. Netflix (the mail version)

The Thick of It - This is the TV version of In The Loop, with the same actors playing different characters (save for Peter Capaldi's vicious Malcolm Tucker, who appears in both). Equally as funny, and just as smart (although, it does help to understand British politics a bit. I still get confused, but the gist is relatively universal, so it works). Nefarious means Totally legit means of acquisition...

(If you're keeping score, the last five shows have one thing in common: Armando Ianucci, who writes, produces, and sometimes directs all of them. He's up for an Oscar this year for his script for In The Loop. He won't win, but boy does he deserve to...)

Top Gear - I was VERY skeptical about this show, but with two solid recommendations from friends, I had to give it a shot. I found it incredibly entertaining, and not because I have a thing for cars. Cause I don't. I hate to drive, and so I just don't get all happy pants around motorized vehicles. But, despite all of that, the charm of this show is undeniable. Very fun. Netflix Instant Watch

Barkley the Dog Butler

Man is free to choose. Choice is the right of all men. However, isn't it fascinating that the choices of others often frustrate our own free will, often completely and most annoyingly? We've been given such a great gift, but at the same time, this free agency can also be our most devious enemy. This is where destiny comes in. This is where things become out of our hands, and we must rely (on faith, mind you) on the idea that the choices of others are actually the most important choices being made. We act selfishly, and we do things that serve our own egos. It's how man functions, so get used to it.

But what if our collective selfishness was actually what shakes each one of us out of this selfish funk? I'm not saying we all start becoming self-centered ninnies, but rather that we learn to understand the strange way in which we all affect each others lives, so indirectly and so unintentionally. Chaos theory became a buzz word after Jurassic Park was released, but it was often relegated (in my circles) to the idea of nature having drastic and unseen effects on the world around it. But doesn't the same theory apply to humans? I had never considered that. We are constantly frustrating the efforts of everyone around us with our own personal choices. Think about it: we get in our car to drive to the store, and we come to an intersection with a yellow light. Do we gun it? Or do we slow down? Say we slow down, and stop, then the person behind you has to stop too. Now lets hop cars. Now that person has lost the chance to choose. They must now wait at the light because of a choice that YOU made, making them late for their daughter's dance recital, and forever affecting that relationship. And, all because YOU chose to stop, and not gun it.

Horrible, right? Now, somewhere out there, a father and his daughter aren't on speaking terms. It was the last straw. Now what? Well, this person has been presented with an opportunity to make a choice. Do they continue to not speak, out of pride or shame, or do they make amends? This is the most important question of all. And its where we are able to take control. See, we often are so quick to blame ourselves, and blame the ones we love for our frustrations, and our failures. But what if, just what if, we start "blaming" the guy in front of us, the unknown fella, just trying to be a safe driver? It is technically his fault anyway, right? But he made a rational choice! He did nothing wrong. He meant no ill will!

We HAVE to take into account unseen factors when we start to see our life as a failure. We have to remember that we cannot affect the choices of others. We will never have the power to manipulate another person's choices to the point of perfect adherence to our own selfish agendas. Why? Because that'd be ridiculous. It'd be chaos. We HAVE to let the world function as it should, in this seemingly random series of choices and consequences, and we HAVE to be willing to let things go. When we're angry at the choices of others we take away from them the right to have ever made that choice. We're being selfish, believing that our choices are the only ones that should matter.

Ultimately, though, our path to happiness is in our hands. These unseen circumstance may alter our world irreparably, but we must course correct. We must find a way to make amends, and move forward. We're all broken and damned souls, cursed to live amongst other broken and damned souls, but we've been given a way out, a way to find some semblance of happiness, and ironically enough, that way out is us.

Fascinating.

Thank you, LOST, for inspiring this train of thought. You da man, brutha!

Moon Landing

It's photos like these that cause me to unleash my inner Jack Shephard, beard and all...

"I have to go back.... I have to go baaaaaaaaack!"

This Is Not About LOST

Last week, I made a bizarre decision, in order to test a sneaking suspicion of mine: I decided to not post anything on Twitter or Facebook for a day. I wondered if possibly, the reason I've become so attached to those two social media realms is because I am such a frequent contributor.

See, I enjoy using Facebook and Twitter to give me the opportunity to perfect my "wit" if you will, and to be absolutely absurd. I love a good non-sequitor or two, but what I love more is the reaction I get. I found myself thriving off of these responses. I'd be crushed if no one would respond. It's pathetic, but such is my life.

So, in an effort to ween myself away from this attachment, I decided to cut myself off. I'd still read what people would write on Facebook, and I'd follow Twitter like I normally would, but I wouldn't post. Nothing. Nada. And it was hard. It was VERY hard.

But it was worth it. You see, I haven't been particularly productive these past few months weeks, but by dissolving my association with social media (to an extent), I was actually able to get things done. That's right. I got things done. I finally broke my new TV spec in its entirety, as well as breaking the first act of my feature. Small potatoes, sure, but a big deal for me. Since then, I've written much of that spec, and much of that first act (I'm balancing the two), and it's been wonderful. Absolute bliss.

I miss writing on Twitter and Facebook, for sure. Watching the season premiere of LOST without commenting on it was killer, but I survived. I don't plan on making this permanent. I don't want to completely dissolve the relationships I've cultivated there, but I just needed to learn something valuable: that my life can be richer without 'em. We'll see when I post again. It probably won't be significant, but it'll be good.

As for other things in my life: how about LOST? Totally called it, by the way. Not at all disappointed like I thought I would be (I expected the SPOILER ALERT rebooted story to be boring. But it looks exciting. END SPOILER ALERT). Very, very cool stuff.

If I Were A Richmond

Come on. Tell me you wouldn't miss this face if it left you for two years...

Yeah. Now you understand.

Good luck, Smeagol...

Claire And Present Danger

Changes.
David Bowie liked 'em, so why not I?

For those of you who actually go to my blog, as opposed to getting my RSS feed, you'll notice some changes:

- New blog picture! I like it. Sure, it's derivative of some of my previous work, but whatever. I'm never against stealing from myself. Or Stanley Kubrick.

- I've officially changed the title to THE Haberdasher's Guide to blah blah blah. The reasoning behind this change is because I would always get confused which it was while making my new blog pictures, and this time, I actually didn't even think about it. It just came out The. So The it is. Not A. The.

The end.

Weirdsies

I saw some movies this last year. Some were good. Others weren't. Here's my list.

1. District 9 - Sci-Fi gets terrestrial, and it soars both visually and thematically.

2. Up - Did I mention this one makes me cry?

3. Up In The Air - I can very much see myself becoming Ryan Bingham, and it frightens me.

3. The Hurt Locker - Eric: you weren't the only one with sweaty palms.

5. A Serious Man - I long to be the third Coen Brother.

6. Fantastic Mr. Fox - Bliss. This film was like coming home after a long day in the snow.

7. Where The Wild Things Are - To say I didn't relate to this one would be a bold-faced lie.

8. Inglourious Basterds - If only the war had ended like that...

9. Avatar - On a purely visceral level, this film would be tops. But it has a so-so story, so it gets the Nine Spot.

10. Star Trek - Man alive, do I want to be besties with J.J. Abrams. Why? So I can work on cool movies like this.

11. Moon - Finally saw it just this last Wednesday. Mind-blowing performance, Sammy. Here's your bra.

12. Julie and Julia - I love me some Meryl Streep, so sue me.

13. Coraline - Stop-motion strikes again!

14. (500) Days of Summer - Too post-modernly cute for its own good, but I enjoyed what it had to say about love.

15. Taken - Whoa. Taken?... Yep. Cause it rocked. And cause I wanted fifteen items on the list.


D'ya wanna know what I didn't enjoy?

1. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Pure, techno-nonsense.

2. X-Men Origins: Wolverine - Sorry, but Wolverine isn't that interesting.

3. G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra - I think that's what it was called. Talk about memorable!

4. New Moon - I actually didn't see it, but I'm sure I would have hated it.

5. I don't see a lot of bad movies, so I can't think of a fifth.

6. Surrogates - I completely neglected to remember this one. So, it shouldn't be a surprise as to why it's on THIS list...

Hotbox

How cheap and lazy must Disney/ABC be if their means of sending rejection letters is by email? This was my second Disney submission, but my first with Nickelodeon and WB. I expected much of the same that I got from Disney last year (cold silence during the selection, and then no actual communication until WAY after the obvious time period for selection had passed) but I was pleased to see Warner Bros. and Nickelodeon sending actual letters (Nick's even had a theme, complete with slime and everything)... And yet Disney, a company known for its whimsy and magic, can't seem to even muster up a nice letter. Here's what they send instead:

December 22, 2009

Dear Applicant:

Thank you for applying to the 2010 Disney ABC Writing Program.

The response to the program has surpassed our expectations and the quantity of worthy submissions has far exceeded the limited number of available positions. As a result, we sincerely regret we are unable to accept you into the 2010 Program.

Please note that none of the materials you submitted will be returned and that the terms of the submission agreement remain in effect.

We appreciate your interest and hope that you will apply again. We wish you the best of luck in all your future endeavors.

Disney ABC Writing Program

Why do I care? Well, because like most writers who submit, we all long for the day when we actually become something in the eyes of these folks, and to be able to look back at our rejection letters longingly is a moment we all hope to have. Yeah, I could print it, but really? Just not the same.

And before you lament my rejection, I've known this has been coming since November, so it's no surprise. Yes, it certainly would have been great, but to pin all my hopes on something that's equivalent to getting selected into the Top 16 for American Idol would be foolish. So I don't. I just keep writing. A new spec, this time. No specifics. It should be fun, though...

UPDATE!
Just as I was posting this, I got a "Recall" email, whatever that means. I can't send it back, Disney. That's not how it works. Email is forever. Deal with it. 
Lame.


ANOTHER UPDATE! (Wow...)
They sent another rejection email. Yeah, and the top of it said to disregard the previous rejection email... Why, because it was completely accurate? Yep. Nothing's changed. Thanks for rejecting me twice. Love ya too...

FingerTag

The Ciné is back! For now....

Festivus.

I need to vent. I've had this nagging pit in my stomach lately, and I haven't quite nailed the cause. Since, as they say, "'Tis the season for sharing", I'll start by airing a list of grievances:

*DISCLAIMER* No personal attacks intended. Seriously, anyone who reads this blog is already someone I like.

1. Being an open-minded person does not automatically make you better than everyone else. Why? Because until your "open-mind" can literally accept everyone (seriously, everyone), you'll never be anything more than a snot-nosed hypocrite.

2. Yeah, I do sometimes forget to treat women with gentlemanly respect (the "ladies first" kind of respect), but it's not like I intend to be rude.

3. If I want to go to law school, I shouldn't have to feel guilty about it.

4. The problem with moving up the ranks in Hollywood to get your big break as a writer is that you miss out on the kinds of experience that will enrich your writing. L.A. might be a big place, but it's got a one-track mind. No wonder, it seems, so many scripts are about bringing down "the man"; all y'all are writing about the S.O.B. agents/producers you worked for. It's great if you want to be in development or become an agent, but I just don't know how beneficial it is for ones writing...

5. I hate bacon. I really do. So, stop looking at me weird, or asking me why, or whatever else you intend to do. Bacon is not manna from the gods, nor is it God's gift to cooking. It's pig meat, and it tastes and smells disgusting.

6. We all need to stop using the word hate. Except with bacon.

7. While I adore The Soup, I can't help but think it's somehow complicit in the continuing destruction of television.

8. Coming out as a lesbian does not make you suddenly relevant after years of being a Lifetime movie star.

9. Someone seriously should be shot for wasting Elizabeth Mitchell and Alan Arkin's talent with The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause.

10. Don't take advantage of me. No matter how well you know me, don't assume I'm okay with being walked on. Yes, I am traditionally a doormat and a pushover, but that doesn't mean I don't have an opinion about it. Be mindful of how you treat these sorts of people.

11. Big Love can suck it.

12. Just because your favorite indie band had a song on a commercial, doesn't mean they've sold out. Rockers got bills to pay too...

13. My tips for current television shows:
FlashForward - Cut the existential nonsense, and let's get on to the fun stuff.
Glee - Sectionals better mean the end of FauxBabyGate.
The Office - Fire them all.
Heroes - Kill them all.
V - Why'd you have to leave us so soon?
House - Really?! You fired Cameron?!
Modern Family - You are perfect.

14. It's okay to dream; just don't expect them to come true tomorrow.

15. Don't be a d*ck. If I write you something, write me back, and if I piss you off, tell me. There's nothing worse than assuming the worst and being completely wrong about it.

16. Never let friendship get in the way of filmmaking, and vice versa.

17. Love the skin your in.

18. This list is turning into less of a list of grievances, and more of a list of odds and ends.

19. What's the deal with airplane food!?

20. That wasn't funny.

21. I have screenplay ADD, and I've got a portfolio of half finished ideas to prove it.

22. If ScriptShadow is such a threat, why hasn't it been shut down? If it's doing serious damage to scripts in development, or even scripts looking for a deal, then it needs to be shut down. Until that happens, I'll gladly take what Carson gives. Why? Cuz I'm a naive amateur.
*UPDATE!* I found this great article by Craig Mazin at Artful Writer where he lays things out reasonably. I think for the time being, I'll let this thing play out, and not participate in ScriptShadow until things get worked out.

23. Having to pay for Xbox Live is ridiculous enough, but having to pay for clothes for your Avatar? Now that's just plain dumb.

24. I wish my cousins had taken our fish tank.

25. Max Hall is a douchebag.

26. Go Chargers!

27. The end.

Lesbian Yellow Sour Fruit

Here's a pick me up:

Fire and Nice

If you're wondering why I don't post much anymore, it's probably because I'm convinced that no one reads this thing anymore. It's the same reason why I just don't like Facebook much either, since everyone bailed as soon as their moms joined. Part of the fun of a blog is response and reaction to the things I write or say, and since I don't get much, it's hard to care.

This is not a chastisement. I'm pretty sure I don't get comments because there's no one to comment, not because my few readers are all android automatons with no opinions; I'm pretty sure that's already been decided...

But for the three of you still looking at this blog, here's some tiny bits of info. And for those of you who "just don't have the time" or "hate to type in my URL because I just don't want to add another bookmark to my bookmarks menu", please remember this is the year 2009, and that Google Reader exists to eliminate any and all unneccessary clicking and typing. (And yes, that was a chastisement).

UPDATE: It has occurred to be that Google Reader's inability to allow you to make comments whilst reading from their website, or from your iGoogle page could be another factor... If so, then you are forgiven. Kinda...

- I've been sick for the past two weeks with various ailments. First it was a cold/flu thing that was mild, but annoying. Then, this lovely lump decided to make a cameo on the back of my neck and pester me with irritable to the touch pain and an ever increasing sense of "oh crap! Everyone is looking at the lump on my neck!" I did the research, and it seems to be a lymph node, loaded with toxins. Correct me if I'm wrong, anyone with medical knowledge better than Google...

- Saw Where The Wild Things Are two weeks ago, and loved it. I've defended it adamantly from the many naysayers who proclaim it is too scary or too "out there" for children. Yeah, it's not an easy film, but neither is Bambi, or The Dark Crystal, or Babe: Pig in the City, or The Black Stallion, but all of those films are memorable childhood favorites, and I can't wait to share them with my children. We underestimate our children's ability to "get it", and while it is up to every parent to know what media their child is watching, I do think those who wrote the film off from frame one need to re-evaluate. I could go on, but I won't. Apparently, "it's just a stupid movie" (direct quote. To me. From someone I don't know. On Facebook. See why I hate it?)

- Also saw The Box. Another challenging film, but not super fantastic. It's got a Donnie Darko sensibility, but without a lot of the heart. The mystery of the film is almost imperceptible at first glance (or possibly the third or fourth), but like Darko, I think there's something there. The overall arc is easy enough to follow, so no complaints there: it's just the broader moments (and the most bizarre) that still haven't quite been cracked. Most people will hate it, so don't take this as a "you'll love it" kind of recommend; it asks a lot of its audience (a LOT), and it gives very little back in return, so keep that in mind. If you're familiar with Richard Kelly, you can stomach it. If not, skip it. Or see it on TNT.

- I could also talk about Paranormal Activity, but what else can I say? It's freaky. It makes you question your own sanity as you walk down the dark hall to your bedroom, and especially as you fall asleep. I would have loved for the film to stick to its "fly on the wall" camera for most of it, but I suppose that film wouldn't have made $90 million at the box office... And, it could have been boring...

- I think I'm gonna get married in 2010. I'm accepting any applications starting next Thursday.

- I've been working the SDSU football games again. This year, I hate it even more. It pays well, so I stick to it, but I just can't abide that lifestyle. TV Sport production is a lot of work for very little reward, and so I just can't care that much. I do enjoy sitting in the truck during games, but so far, I haven't done that this year. I dunno. It gets a big fat LAME-O from this guy...

- I don't hate movies anymore. How's that for change?

- I say this all the time, but I'm trying to do better at this writing thing. And when I say that, I mean actually having a writing plan and a schedule. It's not easy. I've never been one for schedules, so its a stretch to believe that I'll be able to follow one. But, I need to. It hasn't quite hit me yet, but I'm sure I'll realize just how important having a lot of scripts written is very soon.

- For those who didn't know, I wrote a 30 Rock spec this last year that managed to be somewhat successful at the WB Writer's Workshop competition/application (what do you call it?). They were pleased to inform me that my script was in the top 5% out of about 1400 scripts, which is pretty decent. It wasn't good enough for their finals, but when has that ever mattered, right?

- I have a headache right now. How's that for up-to-the-minute!? It's gettin' like Twitter up in here!

- Speaking of Twitter, I'm beginning to prefer it as my means of social networking. I'm @bacoby13, in case you care.

- Google Wave, when used properly, is every bit as awesome as it's been hyped up to be. A must use with friends, colleagues and writing partners. Thanks to Jessica Lindsey Kendrick for the invite, courtesy of her husband, Arthur.

- I'm applying to grad schools. I think. I'm almost convinced of this. I need to be more convinced of this, as most of the deadlines are December 1st. And no, it's not law school. If you can talk me down from this, go ahead. I'm very much on the fence.

Later, gator-haters.

Coal Digger

For anyone that cares, the two little doodles below this are just me trying to expand my creative outlets. They're not meant to be taken seriously, nor are they meant to be awesome in any way. Enjoy them if you must, but I'll post some more if you want.

My friend Spencer has started blogging about web comics and such, and I just started thinking about drawing more. I decided to try my hand at doing pen drawings (not my cup of tea), hence the sketchiness of it all, and the overall piss-poor quality. If I do more (past the two unfinished ones already drawn), they'll be pencil, and then inked for better quality. I just can't sacrifice something good simply because I'm putting restrictions on myself (Dogme 95, I hope you're listening)...

So yeah. That's the story.

Seacrest, out.

Baby Fish Mouth

At the behest of my amis de cinéma, Eric and Spencer, I'm going to do a quick overview of my favorite fall TV picks and what not. They limited theirs to quick reviews, and so I'll try and do the very same:

NEW SHOWS -

Modern Family - This is one of only two new shows I look forward to. The pilot had me almost on the floor laughing, and each episode since has been just as hilarious. And it has heart, which is crucial to a good, solid comedy.

Community - It's got Joel McHale, and it's wonderfully absurd. It too has heart, but it's a tad bit more cynical in its delivery, but I laugh consistently.

Glee - The music is fab-u-lous. The other bits? Not so much. Still, its appointment television (it's the other show I look forward to). I'm not a fan of the show's central conflicts, but it doesn't hurt the show too much.

The Good Wife - This show makes me want to be a lawyer. Not only are the cases compelling, but the central idea (disgraced politician's wife restarts her life as a junior associate in a law firm after her husband is sent to jail) drives the show to new heights. A must see.

FlashForward - I don't know about this one. I'm intrigued, for sure, but I don't ache for this show like I did for LOST in its first season. I think its still figuring itself out. My suggestion? Get David Goyer away from as many scripts as possible... And lets focus on less characters, please...

Cougar Town - I've only seen the pilot, and frankly, I was super creeped out. It got a full season pick-up so it must be doing well. I'll check it out once the back nine kick in. Here's hoping they remedy the creepy.

Cleveland Show - HATED the pilot. Haven't seen it since.

Eastwick - Desperate Housewives with magic. But boring magic. The guy playing the devil is good, but the women are dry stereotypes. Nothing exciting here.

RETURNING SHOWS -

Dollhouse - I'm officially bored with this show. After the supposedly game-changing "Epitaph One" episode, I expected a resurgence of energy in this show, but I see none of that. All we've gotten so far is Echo getting married, and nursing a baby. Uncool, Whedon... Uncool.

Grey's Anatomy - After an awkward season last year (but a pretty phenomenal finale), this show feels like it did in its second season. I hope it continues.

House - I like this show. It makes for a nice Monday eve.

Heroes - I broke up with this show after the abysmal season premiere. I did watch Bryan Fuller's recent (and well done) episode, so my interest is piqued as to where it's heading (quite the cliffhanger), but his departure still has me unsure.

The Office - This show is uneven for me. Season 2 is still where this show peaked. The Jim and Pam wedding was wonderful. I still enjoy it.

Parks and Recreation - I'm actually liking this more and more each week. I think they're hoping for a bit of The Office mixed with 30 Rock, as the show has become significantly more absurd. After the underwhelming first season, this is nice to see.

Fringe - I love this show. The mythology is fun, and its delightfully macabre. Yeah, it's not brilliant television, but I'm entertained, and I'm rarely bored.

Big Bang/HIMYM - Still great. Big Bang seems to get funnier each week.

The Wind in My Eye

LOST has a new ARG (Alternate Reality Game, for the uninitiated), and it's a weird one...

Each week or so, a new piece of art is revealed online, and available to buy, but the location of the website (its web address) is doled out through real-world clues and locations. It's kinda neat. Here are two of the very best (and subsequently very sold out) pieces of art:



You can find out more here:

Damon, Carlton and A Polar Bear

Idiot Control Now

I'm starting to not like watching movies.

Shocker, right? Here I am, a self-proclaimed film buff/lover/sycophant and I've suddenly lost my passion. It's sad, I know. About as sad as a clown losing his funny, or a lumberjack developing a chainsaw allergy.

I scroll my Netflix queues, and I find nothing that interests me. I know of three or four movies I'd like to see in theatres, but I'm too cheap to buy a ticket.

Movies have become disappointments. The critical darlings end up being too boring, obscure or inaccessible, and ultimately bring me down. The blockbusters get me going, but they're like a sugar rush: all energy, no nutrition. Occasionally (read: Rarely) I find a happy medium-- The Dark Knight, for instance, a film that floored me once and still floors me today. I continue to admire its pacing, its bravado, its audacity, and its depth. Rarely does something that pulpy become something that profound.

But most films are disappointments. Not in the "Oh, that wasn't what I expected" sort of way, but more in the "Oh, it's over, so now what" kind of way... I sense a deeper issue at hand, but let's not delve into that right now. Most of the time, I sense the futility of filmmaking when I watch a film. I see it as the short-lived box office success it will be, the millions of dollars on DVD it'll make, and the countless ads on TNT when it airs. Soon, any film I want to see will be reduced to something as common as reruns of Friends or Sex and the City. Ten years from now it'll be Bargain Bin fodder at Walmart and Blockbuster. So, why care? Why make the effort anymore?

I actually don't have an answer to that. You could flog reason after reason why movies are awesome my way, but believe me, I'm aware of them, so save your fingers the typing time and write something else. I'm just kinda pissed off. I'm tired of feeling this way about film. I'm tired of trying to find something that will enrich me AND entertain me, but that seems to be so impossible to find. Old movies, new movies, what have you. I feel like I've exhausted what's "Good" and all that's left is "Just Okay" or "Not a Chance". Or winners of the Palme d'Or...

The only solace I find is in television, where the game changes weekly, and the thrills are seemingly never ending. New shows every fall and returning shows refreshed with re-invigorated storylines and characters; a fresh start on familiar ground. It's exciting, and it's alive. I want to feel this for film again. I want to feel like cinema is this growing entity that is constantly getting better, as opposed to constantly proving me right. I don't feel like that. All I see is retread after retread, and all I feel is mixed emotions and loads of disappointment.

All in all, it sucks.