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

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