Malus

Malus from Heather Power on Vimeo.

I worked on this I think the summer of 2010 (not exactly sure when anymore). Shot in Daly City and Pacifica. The cliff stuff was really fun, super windy tho and really scared that the camera jib was gonna swing around and knock someone into the ocean.

Zombies!

Today was the first day of the zombie short. I was running around and doing a ton of stuff so I had my friend Jesse take a bunch of shots with my camera. When I got home I checked my camera, here's a few things I found. I really like this lens.

Disposal

Today I washed the dishes in the sink. Just thought I'd be helpful for a change. I get through the pots and pans with out a hitch. But when I started to do the utensils, I dropped a fork and it went down the drain. I thought to myself.. Hell no. I am not sticking my hand down there. Like 80 percent of the time someone ends up losing something cause out of nowhere something ends up flipping the garbage disposal switch and make a human smoothie. I've seen it happen before... well, in movies. So what did I do? I thought it would have been smart to turn off the power to that part of the house. So I go to the circuit breakers and start flipping switches. (keep in mind I have no clue how any of that stuff works.) I finally manage to turn the power off to the kitchen and retrieve the fork. But now all the clocks in my house needed to be reset... damn. All for a tiny fork.

The Blog!

I've noticed that a lot of people I know are getting into personal blogging. I thought about it after a while and I mentioned it to another friend of mine that blogging just feels like the more adult way of expressing yourself. Yeah theres facebook, and once upon a time there was myspace and friendster (which I'm trying to bring back, add me!) but you could never really get as up close and personal as a blog. They're pretty the 21'st centuries diary, except paperless. And yeah, its still out there in the world for public viewing, but for some people, you could only find it if you knew where to look. After a while I noticed that I've built up a little favorites folder on my web browser full of people who's blogs I frequent. I'm happy to share them, cause theres some seriously underrated blogging going down.

most of them i know, or know of.

http://overcrankage.blogspot.com/

http://feralcats.tumblr.com/

http://myblackroses.tumblr.com/

http://scriptsupervisorforum.blogspot.com/

http://motocicletta-lettaah.tumblr.com/

http://confessionsoflexi.tumblr.com/

http://lifeofapayne.tumblr.com/

http://mikeyruh.tumblr.com/

http://adamserafino.blogspot.com/

http://explodingtoys.blogspot.com/

http://www.harborcomic.blogspot.com/

http://www.stairwaytobroadway.blogspot.com/

http://anonymousassistant.wordpress.com/

just to name a few...

The tree outside my house

Sigma 30mm 1.4

1.4 lenses are the shizz. gonn a do some test vids and pics with it soon.

whooaa

Ok. So being a freelance film and video maker, my work is starting to take me to some crazy places. I've been doing a few real estate video tours up in the Susuin/Fairfield are lately. And I've been in some really expensive homes. Today I was inside the home of Jay Shoemaker. He's the CEO of American Zoetrope which is Francis Ford Coppola's company. They do all the film and wine stuff. Anyways, so this house is way nicer than the other 2 million dollar houses that I'v been shooting. I get inside and I have to wear slippers around the house with the guy's initials on them. And all day long he was holding his little Pomeranian dog in his arms. He was a cool dude. Going through the house, I was in awe at all of the Coppola movie posters everywhere. I even saw an oil painting of that very same Pomeranian. Its really cool to see houses like these. I feel like I'm shooting an episode of MTV Cribs. But damn it gets really depressing cause I look so poor driving up in my beat up Nissan Sentra. I guess I gotta start working for it too haha.

Btw, my girlfriend is a model. Hella purdy.

Just linked my blackberry to this blog... Hmm.

Feature Length

I'm gonna try to reach this goal. I wanna finnish a completed draft of a feature length screenplay by this year. I've gotten over the intimidation of a 90 page script and i just said fuck it. I just pulled out all the files from my screenwriting program and im gonna take all those random scenes and ideas, put them together and hopefully weave something coherent out of it. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it. Working title: The Fictional Lives Of Jim And Casey.

Otaku The Series

3rd episode of its first season. Worked on this on way back last year, forgot what month that was. I especially like the colored lights for the projection screen. We had set up a lamp and gel'd it with different colors and we had guys waving their arms in front of it. movie magic.

C stands

while rummaging through my photos I came across this one. Film equipment just looks cool sometimes.

dummies

I decided to clean out my storage cabinets in the office. I found this guy in there. After much debate I decided to throw this guy away. I couldn't just toss him into the trash in one piece so I had to cut off his arms and legs. I kept thinking to myself "so this is what a psychopath feels like." Imagine if someone walked in on me disposing of this...

STREETS, a review

In this post I have the fortunate pleasure of bringing you the reader (if any) my review and thoughts of the independent film entitled Streets. This film was shot on location in the cities of Fairfield, Suisun, and Vallejo. Written and Directed by Isaac Escobedo. This film has been about over four years in the making. I was also a 1st AC on this film. Heres the review:

Streets is a film about a young man named Willie "streets" Benjamin. He's a homeless guy that smokes a lot of crack. The film opens as we follow Willie going through his day to day life, digging through garbage cans and hoarding little nicknacks like rusty knives and picture frames. a few minutes in we are introduced to Stacy. For a homeless girl she looks fairly well kempt. We find out that Willie and Stacy share a common drug dealer by the name of Rahk (pronounced Rock, stupid..). Willie finds out that Stacy owes money to Rahk and they both decide that they are fed up with living on the streets. So Willie comes up with the most original plan ever to help them with their situation. The pimp and ho principle came into effect about 20 minutes into the film. They smoked more crack. talked and then walked away. We find out that Willie got thrown out of his house for smoking weed at work. Then they got to a party with some other hooker, which surprisingly her name is Candy. Seriously how original is that, like every film has a hooker named Candy in it. Then I guess Stacy cant open her mouth without putting something in it cause she starts blowing a guy at the party for coke. They argue and leave the party. Then shit really goes down. A cop by the name of detective Garcia, complete with the obligatory and blatant shoulder holster over the dress shirt look, tells her that Stacy's body was found in a dumpster. No surprise there. Willie, completely destroyed that his prize money maker is dead, decides to visit his father. He finds out that his mom is dead cause she was so depressed that her son was gone (a plot twist introduced way too late in the game). he smokes more crack. Then he goes to the drug dealer to buy more drugs. They talk for a moment and Rahk makes him point his gun at him. He reveals that he killed Stacy. Something that Willie should have put together long before Stacy was even dead. Then after more conversation that doesn't really lead anywhere Willie tries to shoot the gun. Either out of stupidity or just from a lack of brain cells he doesn't realize that there is no magazine in the gun. Luckily Willie finds it in himself to stab Rahk in the stomach. Oddly enough Rahk dies right away after being stabbed. Shortly after Willie turns himself in.

This film is a poorly executed portrayal of the troubles and hardships that the actual homeless youth of our surrounding areas are in. I think a little more research should have been done prior to making the decision to write a film like this. As for writing the script is insanely weak. I'm not even going to sugar coat this one. It is horrible. In no way or form does this film make me care about the characters at all. Never in this movie do I ever feel that the characters are realistic. They're just playing stereotypes of stereotypes. The drug dealer of Rahk, played by Marcus Gardner (and amazing up and coming black actor) is literally every stereotype of the low level, dealing-out-of-your-own-house black gangster in every crappy drug film you will find in the five dollar bin at wal-mart.

The story as a whole was genuinely uninteresting. Basically NOTHING HAPPENED. There was no clear beginning, middle, or end. Stacy just disappeared halfway through, never to be seen again. I didn't care at all that stacy died. Apparently neither did Willie from his Buster Keaton demeanor throughout the film. He basically had one mode and that was to stare blankly whenever the scene called for his character to become emotional.

As for the look of the film. the cinematography is pretty much nonexistent. Clearly the Director of Photography, Chris Powell has a lot to learn. This film was shot with a Panasonic DVX100b and a Letus 35mm adapter. Being late 2008, I'm sure that the filmmakers decided to forego the luxuries of the current technological advances in image quality and go with an outdated camera system that was too bulky, too heavy and flat out a bitch to handle. I can understand that the film was trying (cant stress enough on the word trying) to go for that gritty, documentary feel to it. The decision to shoot the film completely handheld seriously hurt the films emotional impact (if any). After watching this film I didn't feel like I was informed of the downfalls of our homeless youth. I was more concerned if the camera operator had cerebral palsy. It was just too damn shaky.

With the utmost respect to the sound operator Rick Bowman, (coolest dude ever and a hard worker) this film has a difficult time with audio consistency. Basically it sounds like a bad asian film. Its not that their words don't match cause they do. The sound calls to much attention to itself. Like when your brain puts the image and sound together, it just doesn't feel right. Also its just the voices and you cant hear any of the rustling of the movement. Or the sound of the cups hitting the tables. Something is just off about it and i cant put my finger on it. The ambient noise is also just horrible. There were tons of exterior scenes that the filmmakers had to edit around. Why the hell would you decide to film under an overpass? Also there are scenes with background music. Particularly the poorly lit and suspiciously empty house party. Theres some really bad and repetitive techno music playing. Its clearly just laid under the audio track in post. Horrible decision. If that was me I would have played the song on a radio, then recorded the sound throughout the house. It gives it that real organic tone that would have saved that scene from being as ridiculous as a student film dealing with suicide.

There are also some serious religious undertones. Besides the actual scene where the two homeless kids sit in on a preacher talking to a group of homeless people there is a ton of dialogue that just feels too preachy. As a viewer it just felt force fed to hear all the talk about getting saved and at certain points in the dialogue it just drowned out the actual point that the characters were hoping to meet.

All in all, taking the fact that I know this project personally and the stories surrounding the creation of this travesty, this is a horrible 77 minutes to watch. Falling asleep might be a viewers commonplace. It just felt like a short film that didnt know when to end. Like that awkward moment after a walking in on someone masturbating. For a film that strives so much but ultimately stumbles at the gates, I wouldn't even bootleg this movie. I feel like I should have gotten paid to watch this movie. I have officially found the cure to insomnia. This film is very pompous in nature and pretentious in its attempt. The filmmakers should have realized that a feature film was out of their league. I suggest going back to the drawing board, build experience on other people's sets, get your hands dirty, and come back with a real game plan. If you don't, then expect to see more reviews like this one, not just from me, but from everyone.

Fraudulent Charges

The lady named Jan that helped me out on the phone with my bank asked me about my phone number. "707? Where's that at? Is that a new area code? I keep dealing people with those numbers". (picture the voice as an older, lived in, sassy black voice) I had to explain to her that the 707 area code spans across about 200 cities in 7 different counties across California. She was like "Daaamn". I dont know if I should be proud or ashamed of the fact that my geek mode snapped on without notice.

So now I gotta go to the bank and get a new card.

Big news today. I finally received a copy of the film Streets. If you've ever heard me talk about this film then you'd know that this really is big news. I'm going to write a full review after I pass this stone of a film I worked on. I do believe that this film actually inspired the idea for Drunkumentary. I remember sitting on set and talking with my fellow crew mates and we were joking that on the dvd of this film, we should do an audio commentary track completely drunk. Hmm, I have to give this film more credit that it deserves.

Configuration and Randomness

I have again arranged my office furniture. I don't seem to ever be satisfied. I know nothing of fung shui.

hmm I gotta stop leaving my space heater plugged in when I leave. That could be disastrous.

I've been trying to develop a story for the last two years. Anne Frankenstein. I'm finally outlining a script. I don't know why. I wanna do this story justice. Combining fiction and non-fiction is not an easy task. I want to be historically accurate, but sometimes thats really boring. Writing a full length script is really intimidating.

I think I just beat a cold. I had a sore throat for the last two days.

I'm sorry.

I'd played guitar today. Its been a while since I had some free time to really let loose on the thing. I tried to remember a bunch of the songs that I had but I was stumbling at the gates in the vocals section. Its been even longer since I tested out the pipes. To put it plainly, I suck at singing haha.

Sitting at my desk I began to feel my house shake. It was a slow steady rumble that only grew louder and louder. Was it an earthquake? Hurricane? Did the roof of my house finally rip off only to reveal a flying saucer ready to beam me up and demand me to "take me to your leader"? No. It was just laundry day. The spin cycle on my washer bangs against the wall whenever the load is offset. Just ordinary life. That other stuff is just wishful thinking.

bored

dude seriously. I'm so bored during the evening. My dog Einstein was straight up begging me to give him some of my spaghetti. But I'm like "nah bro, you gotta get your own."

and now he's digging through my trash. hold on.

ok, i had to put him in the house.

I got contracted to do a video for the Fairfield Superior Court. Thats gonna be interesting. Its an arraignment video. I havent done much corporate work but I think this is gonna be an easy gig.

Last night I sold one of my Arri lights on craigslist. I posted it around 7:30 and sold it around 8:45. (not sure on the exact times) that has got to be the quickest sale I've ever done. I always get really nervous when selling and buying stuff on CL. (thats how the hipsters abbreviate it) I never know if I'm about to let a murderer or even worse, a rapist into my home. I've had a few scares in the past. Like the old guy wearing his high school letterman jacket that I totally thought was gonna try to rape me. I sold him a guitar. Or the redneck looking guy with the pickup truck that looked like he was gonna rape me. I sold him a guitar also... hmm.. I think I should stop selling guitars on CL.

So apparently I've been doing business with some company in Istanbul. Cause they charged me 3.15$ to my bank account the other day. Instead of getting angry and hulking out I decided to get productive and learn a few things about the country that is currently stealing my identity. Heres the link to the wiki article also. very interesting

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Istanbul

so one American dollar is worth 1.59 Turkish Lira's. Not bad Turkey, I thought your exchange rate was horrible. Cause if I knew that my 3.15$ was going to buy some poor guy a farm with some goats I probably wouldn't have minded. Just a heads up would have been good.

What to do and what to say

I havent had any real news to write about lately. I've kinda been bored.

hmm lets see. I've been writing up our personal appearance forms for Drunkumentary.. I have a claus in there stating that the participant must do their duty to promote the film, either through word of mouth and through social networking sites. Haha

What else is new? Had some pad thai today. That is all....

something about these shots...

that seem so epic.. haha. anyways.. off to another day. I'm a little sad its almost done.

hella gone

So tonight was the first night of shooting our first feature length documentary. Its called Drunkumentary. and it follows a few guys and myself trying to complete a short film, all being drunk. I'm still really buzzed as i type this. Damn. good thing I only drink during the writing and editing of this film....

And tomorrow I have another weekend of TTBC. (if youve kept up with my blog you'd know what that means!) and also I'm juggling trying to finish this real estate video. Damn. I know I said I like to be busy but man.. i feel like I'm gonna die.. or explode at least haha.

Anyways... things are looking better than usual.. with a few minor hiccups along the way.. but hey, thats a given.

So today my mom asked me to make copies of my parents marriage contract. I've never seen it before, let alone knew if it still existed. They were married back in 1974. thats 37 years. I never new that.

Breathalyzer

yeah we got a breathalyzer...

Drunkumentary

I am about to leave and go shoot our first segment of Drunkumentary. I packed all my shit in my car and now i just gotta get some gas and buy some tapes. Im not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous about this one.

Where we are now and where we've been

Six months ago I made one of the best choices I ever made. I can't.. and I refuse to think how I would be if I didn't. If its been this awesome, I can't wait for what the next six months has in store.

Best girlfriend ever.