Alone at the Theatre
So I am at the bus stop and I bump into a pretty girl that waitresses at the bar across the street from my apartment. And by pretty I mean stunningly hot girl with silver/blonde hair, great body and cool piercings. I am doing everything in my power to not openly drool while we’re talking and she asks where I am off to. I reply that I am going to go see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (in 3-D) and then she asked who I was going with and I wasn’t going with anyone. Her response:
“Oh, I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone.” Read more
Film Riot: A Tip for Local Independent Filmmakers
There are two things you should know about me:
1. In another time, in another life I use to have a television. Now I don’t. I still get my audio/visual fix through a series of podcasts and streamed television, but this has caused me to be far wiser of the choices that I make to what I want to watch. Read more
In Conversation: Samantha Swan & Christopher Comrie, Part 2
This week we continue with the In Conversation series with writer/producer Samantha Swan and director Christopher Comrie about their film The Devil’s Tail. This portion of the conversation takes us to questions about the likeability of characters and its place in movies, Chris’ strengths as a director and reality TV. Missed the first part? Check it out here. Read more
In Conversation: Christopher Comrie and Samantha Swan
Samantha Swan and Christopher Comrie decided one day they were going to make a feature film. They were going to shoot it in Mexico. They were going to do it with the money they had and, damn it, it was going to be good. And it was. I was invited by a friend of the filmmakers to a screening in Toronto in June specifically because the friend knew I was a writer and that I would be interested in a local couple who had made a movie. I walked in blind and was pleasantly surprised to find a film rich in nuances and texture that was certainly on par with most of the similar dramas to come out of Hollywood in the last few years. Read more
That One Perfect Take
My hands started to shake. My friend Paul had just taken a very expensive camera from me. I’m not sure why they were shaking. Was it muscle fatigue? I’d been holding the fairly heavy camera at chest level for what felt like more than an hour. My poor feeble arm muscles weren’t used to being in that position, let alone bearing weight. They might have been shaking from relief. The camera was worth thousands of dollars – the most expensive thing I’ve ever held, and I’d spent the evening cradling it while repeatedly walking backwards over a bridge, the occasional cyclist spiking my blood pressure by speeding by. Read more
