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(&quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;) Info. and Availability through IndieFlix.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indieflix.com/FilmDetail.aspx?tid=4520&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.indieflix.com/FilmDetail.aspx?tid=4520&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a id=&quot;Movie3&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; shape=&quot;rect&quot; name=&quot;Movie3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?t=vxksr9bab.0.ie8ur9bab.uv49pqbab.3631&amp;ts=S0222&amp;amp;p=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indieflix.com%2FFilmDetail.aspx%3Ftid%3D4520&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; shape=&quot;rect&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Day, (Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Short Day&quot; chronicles the interior stream of consciousness; part anxiety attack, part reluctant confession, and all the seemingly opposing resolutions that are really the alternating rebelling against and conformity to unfulfilled longings for love, respect and peace of mind, of a writer in her early 30&#39;s, Natalie, caught up in the consequences of a love triangle and betrayal, while anticipating the impending conclusion in the live-in van of her absent boyfriend, Victor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/HungryArtistDVDMedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/idolatryandresentmentdvd&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/IdolatryandResentmentDVD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116539575277543056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116539575277543056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116539575277543056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116539575277543056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/click-on-link-below-for-short-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116535638563764282</id><published>2006-12-05T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:06:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Posted by Gabriella from the site  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA WEEKLY August 31 – September 6, 2001       FILM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cassavetes&lt;br /&gt;A visit with Gena Rowlands&lt;br /&gt;By Chuck Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JOHN CASSAVETES---GENAROWLANDS HOUSE, IN A CANYON off Mulholland, is as familiar to art-house moviegoers as Tara is to those who’ve never heard of these two film artists. The long, steep driveway, the yellow awning over the carport, the window behind the living-room sofa, the dark paneling, even the main-floor bathroom with its witty ladies-in-waiting mural (painted by Gena’s mother, Lady Rowlands), inspire a feeling of déjà vu. They should, for it was in these rooms that Cassavetes shot most of the nine films that made him the father of independent film --- a term that hadn’t yet been coined when he first stretched lighting cable across the living-room floor.&lt;br /&gt;     Legend has it that this house was mortgaged over and over as Cassavetes and Rowlands scrimped and scrambled to complete the films that were their life. Sometimes it took two or three years to finish a film, with each going off, as necessary, to work in Hollywood or mainstream theater in order to raise the cash to keep their films, as well as their family of five, moving forward. In this marriage, this collaboration, there was no dividing line between work and life. From this unprecedented fusion came films such as &lt;em&gt;Faces&lt;/em&gt; (1968), &lt;em&gt;Husbands &lt;/em&gt;(1970),&lt;em&gt; A Woman Under the Influence&lt;/em&gt; (1974), &lt;em&gt;Opening Night&lt;/em&gt; (1977) and &lt;em&gt;Love Streams&lt;/em&gt; (1984), title that were never famous but are clutched dearly to the hearts of serious movie lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If Cassavetes caught Rowlands off guard when he fell in love with filmmaking in the late 1950s (she preferred the stage), she was, before long, happily movie mad --- because she loves to work and because she loves to be tested, and few actors have been tested as Rowlands was by the roles her husband wrote for her. After he died in 1989 at the age of 59, Rowlands threw herself into work, giving performances that would verify her genius, including &lt;em&gt;Unhook the Stars&lt;/em&gt; (1996), a film directed by her and John’s son, Nick. She was also the first major actress of her time to recognize that the strongest roles for women are being written for television, as evidenced most recently in &lt;em&gt;Wild Iris&lt;/em&gt; (2001), a Showtime movie directed by Daniel Petrie Sr., who gave John his first big break, in the 1950s. That connection to Petrie is typical of the life she and Cassavetes made, where collaborators such as Peter Falk, Ben Gazzara and Seymour Cassel became lifelong family friends.&lt;br /&gt;     A few days after sitting across from her, this writer has to fight the temptation to describe Gena Rowlands’ face with ecstatic adjectives, praise she would deem irrelevant; it’s the work that’s important. So. Just this then: She is simply beautiful. Sitting in an elegant gold armchair, Rowlands takes a deep, bracing breath at the first question. The air around her quivers in that pause, as if a torrent of feeling is attempting to rise up in her, the very thing she does not want. Moved beyond measure, her visitor thinks: She’s still in love with him; the real story here is that this is still a love story. And he understands, suddenly, that in this house, love &lt;em&gt;streams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. WEEKLY: As thrilling as it is that you’ve agreed to talk about John and the movies you made together, it feels funny, as if we’re pulling you back to a place you’ve moved on from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENA ROWLANDS: You’re right. I don’t do this very often, because it would be too hard emotionally. But I’m so delighted these pictures are going to come out and that people will see them, especially kids who haven’t seen any of John’s work. I know that a lot of people have seen them on television, but for them to see it on the screen that is was made for and actually sit with other people in a dark room and watch it, I’m delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: All these movie posters [of Cassavetes’ films] are great, a collector’s dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: They were all on John’s office walls and I was about to bubble-wrap them and store them and I thought, “No, it’s our whole life. I’m going to put them all over and just look at them.” Every one of them is a very happy memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: One gets the sense, from the early days, of this friendship network that was vaialable to you at all times, that everybody eventually passed through this living room for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: It was so like John to bring home an infinite amount of people to feed, and it was like them to all join in. this house seems so strange to me now, to have it quiet, because it was always packed to the rafters, people cooking in the kitchen, people eating in the dining room. We’d always have at least four or five people who were staying with us, and the whole house had lights set up with cameras you’d fall over. The children just took it as a normal kind of thing. It was a feat. The spaghetti pot was always boiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: The movies are tough for a lot of audiences because the characters are so raw. But your lives weren’t emotionally difficult like that, were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: It was hard … financially. That’s always hard, making independent pictures, but the camaraderie of our whole group --- Peter and Ben and Seymour, Lynn Carlin, Val Avery --- that carried us through. All the people we worked with again and again, we all became such good friends … well, I still am friends with them. John’s been dead since 1989, yet I still hear from them every week, they all call and we talk or visit. It’s kind of a lifetime wonderment of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: Did you want to do dangerous work even in the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: I don’t think I thought of it that way. I wanted to be a stage actress, I never thought of being a movie actress. If I had projected what I would want to have been, it would have been for John and me to be a stage couple like Lunt and Fontanne. But in the meantime we were working. While I was in the show with Eddie [in the play &lt;em&gt;Middle of the Night&lt;/em&gt;, co-starring Edward G. Robinson], John was doing some improvisation with friends. [Bob] Fosse had given him his studio, and they’d go in and improvise, and they got this story going that they all kind of liked. Then he started shooting &lt;em&gt;Shadows&lt;/em&gt; [1959], and I didn’t know what he was doing. I just thought it was something he was doing that held his interest and he was having fun, then he just fell in love with the whole thing. He was in love with film. His way. And, really, he kind of dragged the rest of us in. his own vision was so strong that soon we all became one with his obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: There’s a documentary by the writer Michael Ventura about the making of John’s last film,&lt;/em&gt; Love Streams&lt;em&gt;, called&lt;/em&gt; I’m Almost Not Crazy&lt;em&gt;, in which you’re trying to make your husband and daughter laugh. You can see John coming over and sort of whispering in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gena Rowlands: All John had written was that she calls the husband and tries to make him and the daughter laugh. And I said, “John, how am I supposed to make them laugh?” And he said, “I don’t want to tell you. Don’t even think about it.” So the day came and we’re there and I said, “John, if you don’t tell me what we’re going to do, I’m going to kill you.” And he said, “Just come on.” So he led me down to this big picnic table filled with all of those things that you find in joke shops, like teeth that clatter and eyes coming out of the glasses and stuff. He said, “All right. Use these to make them laugh.” I said, “Wait, wait, wait! How many shall I use?” He said, “All of them. Okay? All right? Roll ‘em.” So I just went like an insane person around that table trying to make them laugh and doing everything I could and, of course, he had told them not to laugh, which was the whole point to the scene. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: Did John believe in happiness as a goal&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: I don’t think he ever thought about it. He just loved the work. He had a great joy of life. He had no interest in doing anything except working, watching sports on the weekend and being with his grandson. It was a very closed kind of thing. And work was happiness to him and to all of us. He was person with a lot of joy, a lot of anger. He was a high-tempered person. Never depressed. Often angry. Often delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.A. Weekly: Some think the&lt;/em&gt; Love Streams &lt;em&gt;character is closest to who John was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena Rowlands: I don’t know. It’s so emotional for me, since it’s the last movie. I’ve heard people say that, and yet he didn’t plan to play it at all. No, that’s not the John that I knew, a burned-out kind of guy, not in touch with anything important. But that shot where John waves goodbye out the window with that strange hat on, that’s killer. Michael [Ventura] was the first one who pointed it out, because I couldn’t even look at it again, and he said, “You know, Gena, when John waves out the window?” I said, “Yeah.” He said, “I think he was saying goodbye to us.” And I said, “Oh, shit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt; “Gena and John: A Casavetes Retrospective” runs at Laemmle theatres from September 1 through November 11. See Film Calendar for further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 31 – September 6, 2001     LA WEEKLY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116535638563764282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116535638563764282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116535638563764282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116535638563764282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/posted-by-gabriella-from-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116519251995757129</id><published>2006-12-03T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:39:48.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/idolatryandresentmentdvd&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/IdolatryandResentmentDVD &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gabriella, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/HungryArtistDVDMedia&lt;/a&gt;:I now have a MySpaceFilm for promotion, information and vlogs on my Script and DVD Trilogy &quot;SCENES OF IDOLATRY AND RESENTMENT&quot;: MySpace.com/IdolatryandResentmentDVD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vlogs will appear soon, the DVD &quot;Short Day&quot;, one part of the three, will be released through IndieFlix.com soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review of a rough draft of &quot;SCENES&quot;, later merged in ways with &quot;SHORT DAY&quot;and the basis for &quot;IDOLATRY&quot;, later still the script and DVD Trilogy &quot;SCENES OF IDOLATRY AND RESENTMENT&quot; by Producer Fred Caruso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I read, with great pleasure, the treatment and long version of &quot;SCENES&quot;. Your characters and story line are deep and engaging. I like it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Caruso, Co-Producer/ Production Manager on John Schlesinger&#39;s &quot;Midnight Cowboy&quot;, Sidney Lumet&#39;s &quot;Network&quot;, Sergio Leone&#39;s &quot;Once Upon a Time in America&quot;, and John Cassavetes&#39; &quot;Husbands&quot;, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote and directed a digital feature &quot;Short Day&quot;, a meditation on the trappings of compromise and the emotional dynamics of resentment sustained in the face of an impending conclusion. The script trilogy &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot; it is part of, chronicles an artist&#39;s creative process, and the ineraction with a challenging rival.&quot;Short Day&quot; chronicles the interior stream of consciousness; part anxiety attack, part reluctant confession, and all the seemingly opposing resolutions that are really the alternating rebelling against and conformity to unfulfilled longings for love, respect and peace of mind, of a writer in her early 30&#39;s, Natalie, caught up in the consequences of a love triangle and betrayal, while anticipating the impending conclusion in the live-in van of her absent boyfriend, Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrative of &quot;Short Day&quot; is as complete, on an interior level, as &quot;Scenes&quot; and &quot;Idolatry&quot; combined, delivering commentary on the past, presence and future emotionally, the whole of the trilogy itself with its&#39; time lapses between stories and breaks within the stories or experiences and recorded according to the non-linear time development of the mind as honestly as possible, revealing more and so differently than just the sum of its&#39; parts an awareness emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Gabriella, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film Site for Entrepreneurial Filmmakers. Independence is not dictated by conformity to security, nor driven by rebellion against conformity, but clarity which is vision. Out of &quot;Sportsmans Films&quot; under which heading I produced a John Cassavetes retrospective in his honor and to make filmmakers more aware of his personal films and innovative working methods, a creatively stimulating film site called HungryArtistDVDMedia.com sprang forth to put my creative endeavors in perspective, and for the exposure of what my film trilogy project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My film company Hungry Artist DVD Media is geared towards entrepreneurial filmmakers who, like myself, seek a state of independence not dictated by conformity to security, nor driven by rebellion to conformity, but to find the fine line in between towards a clarity that is vision.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116519251995757129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116519251995757129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116519251995757129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116519251995757129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116457663346649065</id><published>2006-11-26T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:30:33.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venice Magazine September 2001           &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENA ROWLANDS TALKS TO GARY OLDMAN&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT LIFE WITH JOHN CASSAVETES&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE BEGINNING: PART I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     [Editor’s Note: On the eve of a two-month film series entitled “Gena and John: A Cassavetes Retrospective”, Venice Magazine had the honor of interviewing Gena Rowlands, whose three decades of work with her husband, writer/director/actor John Cassavetes, has given us some of the most heart-wrenching moments ever to be captured on film. Self-described Cassavetes junkie Gary Oldman spoke with Gena in the living room of Faces and Love Streams.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Gary Oldman: There’s a lyric in a David Bowie song and I always think of John Cassavetes when I hear it---“You think this is easy, realism?”    &lt;br /&gt;     Gena Rowlands: There’s the misconception that John’s films are improvised, which is untrue, apart from Shadows. That was the first one, and then it sticks. Actually, they weren’t improvised after that. Every once in a while there’d be a scene or something that wasn’t working the way we wanted. So we’d stop and rewrite and do something like that. They were very carefully scripted. Even more so after he got older; he seemed to enjoy the form more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: When we were talking before we started, I have [a project] I am trying to get off the ground---trying to find some idiot to write me a check. I had to put a considerable sum of my own money in my first film (Nil by Mouth). I’m still somewhat hurt from it financially, but it is what I wanted to do and no one could tell me otherwise. But now I’m considering digital.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I don’t know much about digital, except from what people have been telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: The misconception about it is that it’s quicker, but you still have to shoot days.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: What’s the great advantage of it? Is it economic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It comes in cassettes, and you will never have someone come up and say, “You’re shooting too many cassettes,” because they are $30 or whatever they are. On [Nil by Mouth], I got the thing about “You’re hemorrhaging film,” because I shot 550,000 feet. That was quite expensive. But there are advantages [to digital].&lt;br /&gt;     GR: Does it compare to film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It’s getting better and better. I don’t think it would ever, for me, replace celluloid, but do you think John would have embraced the digital age?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I don’t think so---he truly loved film; I mean film itself. He would edit in the garage. And long after people were using more skilled technology for their editing he would use a Moviola. He just loved it. But we always recognized the terrible difficulties of financing your own film. As you say, you’re still hurting from it. But it’s the only way people will leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: We’ve both had many conversations that start, “God, if I just had the money, I would do this myself.” And you don’t have to talk to those [other] people.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: There are so many ways to distribute now. But it’s very, very costly. It was easy for us because we both had a profession before John got into writing and directing. So, when we ran out of money, we’d stop---I’d go make a movie and he’d go make a movie. And we’d bring in quite a bit of money. But mostly people starting out don’t have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: I’m doing something in September. You know, “I’ve got to go and earn some money.” But I do have the ability to do that.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: It’s a great advantage. John did some wild ones! People would say, “What is John doing?” I would say, “We’re making a picture, we’re getting it out of the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: Of course that was the oxygen he breathed.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: It was funny, it’s so quiet here today---this house has always been packed, full of people. We were shooting here; there were cameras here. There were never less than 40 or 50 people in here. People cooking in the kitchen. And I look at it once in a while, it does look like a set. We’ve shot so many things. And we had all those posters in John’s office. When he died I just thought, “I’m not going to put them all away. That’s our life.” I hung as many as I could on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: Some of the things I recognize, where you say, “Oh my God, that hasn’t changed. It’s still there [things in the house]. Were there two stars in the marriage, if you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I don’t think there were any. John loathed anything to do with stardom, or people thinking they were stars. Because they are put into technical dashed-off kind of movies. In order to keep their minds off of it, their agents and manager divert their attention to the money and the billing and grosses on the weekends. And they are really not actors at some point because they have hung so much baggage on the end. So even when they want to be free and just act, people won’t leave them alone. There were certainly no stars in our family. The people we worked with just felt like a repertory group that we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: When you first met John, or first started working with him, did you get it right away---where he was coming from?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: No, this didn’t happen right away. I was at the Academy of Dramatic Arts; he had just graduated the year before. He came and saw a play and we fell in love. But I thought he was going to be actor and I was going to be an actress. In fact, I never thought of movies; I thought just of the stage. If someone could have asked me what my idealized position would be, I would have said for us to be an acting couple. And it was like that for quite a few years. Then, when I was doing “Middle of the Night”, my first big break on stage with Edward G. Robinson, which was pretty exciting---it ran 18 months, and John and some guy started improvising and doing stories and then I don’t know how they ever actually got into shooting film. One friend, who was the cameraman, worked on the [Gene Shepard show]…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It was a radio show?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: Yes. They got talking about this story and John said, “God, if I had the money, I wish people could just throw in some money and I could make a movie.” There was a great actress---I was doing “Charlie Rose”---and I came out and she said, “You know, we didn’t have a lot of money, but my father heard John talking about that first movie with Gene Shepard that night. He wrote him a check out right there.” It was so funny. I didn’t know anybody that remembered that. John just got into films and became obsessed with it and just drew the rest of us into it. It was his concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It’s a little like he kidnapped thespians. Because the idea for that time, what he wanted to achieve, it was like he just wanted to smash all conventions. When you stand on a set and basically say to people, “For the first time, let’s just throw the rule book out of the window. I’m not going to worry about this or that. We’ll use source lighting; if we haven’t got enough lighting, we are going to do this.” There were a lot of people who looked at you like you were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: Oh yes. It’s not a creative environment for everybody. A lot of people are very uncomfortable with it. We just happened to love it. You get used to the freedom and it’s very hard to go back to anything else. The idea of looking for a mark on a floor? Which used to be very common when I first started acting because they needed to light precisely. You kind of find yourself taking a sneaky little look at the floor because you know you had to get to that point. You can’t really act and keep your mind on where that mark is, you just can’t do it. The freedom was just dizzying and it was certainly his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: When I have a good experience as an actor, it recharges you and you just say, “Oh, now I remember why I wanted to do this in the first place.” Those experiences are few and far in between, sadly. People do have an idea that it is collaborative, and it rarely is. I mean, I believe in one voice, one vision. I’m sure John knew what he wanted and what he didn’t want, but within that framework it must have been an incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I think what made it so exciting for the actor was that [John] was the writer and the director, it was his vision, but one he gave you the part, from that point on, he wouldn’t even answer a question about it. He would not speak of it. If you said, “You know, John, I don’t know if [the character] would say this.” He would say, “You have the part; it’s yours. You own it. You know more about it than anybody else in the world. Now you just do what’s right.” That concept was very foreign. Peter Falk nearly went crazy, he didn’t understand a thing. Also John wouldn’t let you talk to any actor about your character, which is very different from the way people were acting. John didn’t want any interchange of ideas that way, so that you felt very left on your own. And many people really liked it. You’d do your part; they’d do their part. Half the time the people are not doing what you think they are going to do. It was very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: When actors chat at rehearsal or over a cup of coffee and they discuss their role or the interchange of ideas about [it], [for instance, in Woman Under the Influence], there are things that Mabel wouldn’t know about Nick unless he told you as an actor over a coffee. So if you don’t have that…&lt;br /&gt;     GR: It creates a certain dynamic. I remember when [one actress] said, “I’m afraid to go to the bathroom. I might miss something.” I could see how confusing it would be.  But she was quite used to it by the end. If you had shot for 30 years in one way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: This might seem like a strange question, but did you ever feel that working with John as much as you did, did it ever narrow your options? Did other directors see you as his actress?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I’m sure they did. But I didn’t know what direction we were going in the early beginning. Many people who thought they knew what you would like to do more than you did, would say, “You’ve got to do this picture.” And I would say, “You know, I guess I’m the luckiest actress who ever lived, I’ve had maybe eight or nine great parts…and the man who wrote them and directed them loved me. And I can work with this group of extremely close friends every year after year after year. And you mean someone wants me to do something else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: The one thing that I most miss is the camaraderie of doing theater. Because you would be in rehearsal doing what you most loved from 10 am until five at night. You’d basically be acting all day as opposed to being on a set and acting for maybe 30 seconds. You all congregate for the evening for this event, and invariably you go out to dinner…&lt;br /&gt;     GR: We’d all make lunch, and we’d all go back to shooting. And anyone who wanted to, would go to the dailies---John would let anyone watch dailies---someone sweeping the street outside. He loved to get the feeling they had; rather than in the more traditional setting with people who know a lot about movies already. What I found so hard about movies is that once you’ve done the acting part, that’s it. It was all a lot of fun up until then, and then it’s over and the director and editor disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: Some of these people you never see again. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;     GR: John would say, “We’re all in the picture.” Since we didn’t have the money to have publicity, we would do these wonderful posters. We would all take our cars and put them up at night, in New York or Los Angeles. It never ended, it was so much fun. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It’s a rare experience. You’ve done tons of work, you’ve got family and commitments, running after the children, but there was a real consistency. You were engaged; you [both] were busy. Did you talk a lot after the day’s work?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: We said we weren’t going to; we had the children. We would have to just be human beings and talk about daily things. We’d go to bed and, sure enough, a couple of hours and I say [whispers], “John, you know that scene when we were coming down the hall? Did I step decisively enough before I get to the hall to carry that scene right, before I get to the hall?” And he’d say [whispers], “Yeah, you did; it took you about ten takes, but you did it.” It was definitely an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: Was it hard sometimes though? There must have been days when you disliked him.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: It’s a very hard way to live financially; to bring up a family and keep everything going, as it is for everybody. Except that we didn’t have to be doing that---we thought of that too. We fought about a lot of things. The other day I was thinking, I can’t remember [for the life of me] what we fought about, but we did it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: I think I read somewhere---I mean there are so many quotes and over the years people take things out of context---that at some point he said he couldn’t think of a better woman than you that he would love to hate or argue with.&lt;br /&gt;     What was your own cinema education?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: It was just seeing yourself---you went from one thing to another. And if you saw things that were more real and less real, you saw things you didn’t like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: I think it’s knowing what you don’t like that’s important.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: Yes. If you know what you don’t like, it’s hard to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: Some people believe that in some way John was in an ivory tower, that he was a snob about movies, but he loved movies.&lt;br /&gt;      GR: Yes. He loved movies; he saw everything. Science fiction movies, everything. We’d watch everything. In fact, my mother would be appalled at some of the things we were watching, like The Blob. He was anything but a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: [Cassavetes] movies challenge the viewer---&lt;br /&gt;     GR: As a person or a viewer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: As a viewer. I get so much from watching them because they express and reflect my deepest feelings.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: We had an office above the Fox Wilshire Theatre when we showed Woman there. So we’re on the second floor, hanging out, seeing who’s going. Inevitably, several people, who come out and stand in front of the theater, would be very upset. But most of the time, they’d stand outside and have a cigarette, then turn around and go back in. we knew what we must be putting people through to get them to act like that. You know everyone takes his own life with him into the movies and you don’t know which experiences you are touching on. But, yes, we required a lot of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: How much of you both is in [the films]? Are they very autobiographic in spirit?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I can’t imagine anyone who hasn’t seen two or three of our pictures who doesn’t know a great deal about us. You can’t hide on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: I’ve heard it said somewhere that woman was your favorite movie. But it’s an extraordinary creation. I imagine it wasn’t fun every day, but I think it’s one of the great female performances on film.&lt;br /&gt;     GR: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: It must have been like going into a sort of tunnel or something. Do you know where it came from?&lt;br /&gt;     GR: I don’t know where anything comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     GO: right. Yeah. I mean that’s the good thing. It’s sort of bittersweet because you sometimes go to a place as a performer and tap into something---find something. But, to go back---if you knew how you got there…&lt;br /&gt;     GR: You’re certainly never the same person you were starting a picture. The one fear I have in my life is that some young people might not see them and might not know about them. However, they are great on television, and I am extraordinarily happy for that. But I would love to have them on the big screen where they were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice Magazine October 2001           Photography Jesse Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENA ROWLANDS TALKS TO GARY OLDMAN&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT LIFE WITH JOHN CASSAVETES&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE BEGINNING: PART II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     [Editor’s Note: This month, dear readers, you have an opportunity to see on the big screen nine films directed by the late great John Cassavetes, (besides Elaine May’s Mikey and Nicky and Charles Kiselyak’s documentary A Constant Forge), starring (in six of them) his favorite actress, who was also his wife and muse, the magnificent Gena Rowlands. Now in the second wildly successful month of a 12-week series, “Gena and John: A Cassavetes Retrospective” was put together by Cassavetes enthusiasts (Sportsman’s Films’ Gabriella Bregman and Mario Luza) at Laemmle Theatres and sponsored by IFP/West and Venice Magazine. To coincide with this program, Venice sought to present a two-part discussion with Gena about her life with John and the remarkable films they made together. Gena graciously agreed.&lt;br /&gt;     Self-described Cassavetes junkie Gary Oldman happily accepted the honor of speaking with Gena at her home in the Hollywood Hills where she and John made many of their films. On a warm, sunny afternoon in late August, Gena sat down with Gary in the living room of Faces and Love Streams, a pitcher of fresh, homemade lemonade on the table, surrounded by European film posters and family photo’s on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;     At the end of Part I (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.venicemag.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.venicemag.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, in case you missed it, /*this interview is not on the web any longer as far as I know, G.B.), Gena says: “You’re certainly never the same person you were starting a picture. The one fear I have in my life is that some young people might not see them and might not know about them. However, they are great on television, and I am extraordinarily happy for that. But I would love to have them on the big screen where they were meant to be.”&lt;br /&gt;     Here, then, is Part II.]                     TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116457663346649065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116457663346649065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116457663346649065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116457663346649065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/venice-magazine-september-2001-gena.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116302428021050851</id><published>2006-11-08T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:19:10.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intelligence will never have much value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intelligence will never have much value &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the collective judgment of this public&#39;s opinion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not even the blood of concentration camps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could draw from a million of our nation&#39;s souls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a clear judgment of pure indignation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each idea is unreal, every passion unreal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a people who lost their unity centuries ago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and use their gentle wisdom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only to survive, and not to gain freedom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To show my face -my leanness- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to raise a single, childlike voice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes sense no longer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cowardice accustoms us&lt;br /&gt;to seeing others die atrociously, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;locked in the strangest indifference. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I die, and this too causes me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pier Paolo Pasolini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com &lt;/a&gt;features exposure of my DVD Trilogy project &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;, of which one part, &quot;Short Day&quot;, will be available through IndieFlix and GreenCine soon.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover the site has inspirational essays on production methods based on values, not budgets, distribution venues as part of one&#39;s creative process, financial power structures as viewed from a philosophical point, other inspirational role models, from the Italian Neo-Realists to Jack Kerouac, and specifically John Cassavetes and a Retrospective I produced several years back in his honor, and to spread awareness particularly amongst younger filmmakers out there of his vision and working ways.&lt;br /&gt;Please check out the site (I&#39;m still adding more stuff), and if you like it, spread the word; the artist needs to stay inspired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Bregman/ Hungry Artist DVD Media&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/HungryArtistDVDMedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com:&lt;br /&gt;Independence is not dictated by conformity to security, nor driven by rebellion against conformity, but clarity which is vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116302428021050851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116302428021050851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116302428021050851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116302428021050851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/intelligence-will-never-have-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116302375509343426</id><published>2006-11-08T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:09:15.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Kerouac&#39;s &quot;Desolation Angels&quot; Intro, by Joyce Johnson, (about Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Between 1947 and 1950, as the two made a series of marathon cross-country trips together, with Cassidy at the wheel, Kerouac discovered his great subject: post war America, seen from the perspecive of the two young men, who had opted out of the American dream and who, in order to &quot;know time&quot;, exposed themselves to the risks, hardships, and ecstasies of life with no safety net.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Jack Kerouac, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/kerouac-spontaneous.html&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;On Spontaneous Prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;What I&#39;m beginning to discover now is something beyond the novel and the arbitrary confines of the story... I&#39;m making myself seek to find the wild form, that can grow with my wild heart... I&#39;m writing this book because we&#39;re all going to die... My heart broke in the general despair and opened up inward to the Lord.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;The actual format of my mind, as I learned to probe it in the modern spirit... Shame seems to be the key to repression in writing as well as psychological malady. If you don&#39;t stick to your first thought, and the words the thought brought, what&#39;s the sense of foistering your little lies on others. Stupefying in its&#39; unreadability is this laborious, dreary lying called craft and revision; sheer blockage of the mental process... Drawing a breath and blowing a phrase til running out of breath, and the statement&#39;s been made. That&#39;s how I separate my sentences, as breath separations of the mind. Theory of breath as measure, in prose and verse.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;Revealing the full cirle of the hiighest high and the lowest low, in the language of passion, signifying a confluence of sexual excitement and religious fervor, the pleasure and pain of love a symbol of inconstancy and reflection of ultimate despair. Each novel goes over material already expressed, restated at a different level of consciousness of perception, restructuring again for greater personal and aesthetic clarity. Digging, piercing, becomes the goal of the quest, the language is that of an emerging consciousness. Own persona retreats from worldly distractions to the inwardness of writing, telling the true story of the world in interior monologue. The character develops and the enlightenment must be understood.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at the moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion. Write without consciousness in semi-trance. Satisfy yourself first, then reader cannot fail to receive telepathic shock and meaning-excitement by same laws operating on their own human minds.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;To Record the Flow as it already exists Intact in the Heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Visions of Cody&quot; is a 600-page character study of the hero of On the Road, &quot;Dean Moriarty&quot;, whose name is now &quot;Cody Pomeray&quot;. I wanted to put my hand to an enormous paean which would unite my vision of America with words spilled out in the modern  spontaneous method. Instead of just a horizontal account of travels on the road, I wanted a vertical metaphysical study of Cody&#39;s character and its relationship to the general &quot;America&quot;. This feeling may soon be obsolete as America enters its High Civilization period and no one will get sentimental or poetic anymore about trains and dew on fences at dawn in Missouri. This is a youthful book (1951) and it was based on my belief in the goodness of the hero and his position as an archetypical American Man. The tape recordings in here are actual transcriptions I made of conversations with Cody who was so high he forgot the machine was turning. Dean Moriarty becomes Cody Pomeray, Sal Paradise becomes Jack Duluoz, Carlo Marx becomes Irwin Garden and so on in all of my work from now on, published and unpublished (with the exception of the 1950 fictional novel The Town and the City). My work comprises one vast book like Proust&#39;s Remembrance of Things Past except that my remembrances are written on the run instead of afterwards in a sick bed. Because of the objections of my early publishers I was not allowed to use the same personae names in each work. On the Road, The Subterraneans, The Dharma Bums, Doctor Sax, Maggie Cassidy, Tristessa, Desolation Angeles and the others are just chapters in the whole work which I call The Duluoz Legend. In my old age I intend to collect all my work and reinsert my pantheon of uniform names, leave the long shelf full of books there, and die happy. The whole thing forms one enormous comedy, seen through the eyes of poor Ti Jean (me), otherwise known as Jack Duluoz, the world of raging action and folly and also of gentle sweetness seen through the keyhole of his eye.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116302375509343426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116302375509343426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116302375509343426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116302375509343426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/kerouacs-desolation-angels-intro-by_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116277028154555753</id><published>2006-11-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:44:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s Wrong with Hollywood, by John Cassavetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hollywood is not failing. It has failed. The desperation, the criticisms, the foolish solutions, the wholesale cutting of studio staffs and salaries, the various new technical improvements, the &quot;bigger picture&quot;, and the &quot;ultra-low-budget picture&quot; have failed to put a stop to the decline.     The fact is that film making, although unquestionably predicated on profit and loss like any other industry, cannot survive without individual _expression. Motion pictures can not be made to please solely the producer&#39;s image of the public. For, as has been proved, this pleasure results neither in economic or artistic success.     On the other hand, the audence itself, other-directed and mass-minded as it is, may condemn pictures such as Twelve Angry Men or The Goddess. These pictures may lose money, but they have inspired applause from those who still think freely and for themselves. These pictures have gone beyond Hollywood &quot;formula&quot; and &quot;ingredients&quot;, and will affect strongly the future of American motion pictures.    More often than not, the mass audience will not accept a new idea, an unfamiliar notion, or a different point of view if it is presented in one or two films only, just as it will not immediately accept new ideas in life. However, the new thoughts must eventually lead to change.    This is not to say that individual _expression need only be so called point-of-view films or films that stimulate thought. Certainly the standard of the musical can and must be improved too; the treatment of comedy should reach in other directions; the &quot;epic&quot; and &quot;Western&quot; pictures and the &quot;love story&quot;must also search for more imaginative approaches and fresher ideas.     However the probability of a resurrection of the industry through individual _expression is slim, for the men of new ideas will not compromise themselves to Hollywood&#39;s departmental heads. These artists have come to realize that to compromise an idea is to soften it; to make an excuse for it, to betray it.     In Hollywood the producer intimidates the artist&#39;s new thought with great sums of money and with his own ego that clings to the past of references of box office triumphs and valueless experiece. The average artist, therefore, is forced to compromise. And the cost of the compromise is the betrayal of his basic beliefs. And so the artist is thrown out of motion pictures, and the businessman makes his entrance.     However, in no other activity can a man express himself as fully as in art. And, in all times, the artist has been honored and paid for revealing his opinion of life. The artist is an irreplaceable figure in our society too: A man who can speak his own mind, who can reveal and educate, who can stimulate or appease and in every sense communicate with fellow human beings. To have this privilege of world-wide communication in a world so incapable of understanding, and ignore its possibilities, and accept a compromise--most certainly will and should lead the artist and his films to oblivion.     Without individual creative _expression, we are left with a medium of irrelevant fantasies that can add nothing but slim diversion to an already diversified world. The answer cannot be left in the hands of the money men, for their desire to accumulate material success is probably the reason they entered into film-making in the first place. The answer must come from the artist himself. He must become aware that the fault is his own: that art and the respect due to his vocation as an artist is his own responsibility. He must, therefore, make the producer realize, by whatever means at his disposal, that only by allowing the artist full and free creative _expression will the art and the business of motion pictures survive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Cassavetes in his Own Words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;You have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself, and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. What happens to artists is that it&#39;s not that somebody&#39;s standing in their way. The compromise really isn&#39;t how or what you do, the techniques you use, or even the content, but really the compromise is beginning to feel a lack in confidence in your innermost thoughts. And if you don&#39;t put these innermost thoughts on the screen, then you are looking down on not only your audience but the people you work with, and that&#39;s what makes so many people working out there unhappy. These innermost thoughts become less and less a part of you and once you lose them then you don&#39;t have anything else. So many people have so much to say and there are so many really worthwhile things to say that it seems impossible that we cut ourselves off from this whole avenue of enormous excitement.&quot; &quot;Most people don&#39;t know what they want or feel. And for everyone, myself included, it&#39;s very difficult to say what you mean when what you mean is painful. The most difficult thing in the world is to reveal yourself, to express what you have to... As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;(As listed on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&quot;&gt;MySpace.com/HungryArtistDVDMedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com: Film Site for Entrepreneurial Filmmakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Independence is not dictated by conformity to security, nor driven by rebellion against conformity, but clarity which is vision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116277028154555753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116277028154555753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116277028154555753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116277028154555753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-wrong-with-hollywood-by-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-116050916464832073</id><published>2006-10-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:39:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt from &quot;Escape from Freedom&quot; by Erich Fromm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     “Spontaneous activity is not compulsive activity, to which the individual is driven by his isolation and powerlessness; it is not the activity of the automaton, which is the uncritical adoption of patterns suggested from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;     Spontaneous activity is free activity of the self (and implies, psychologically, what the Latin root of the word, &lt;em&gt;sponte&lt;/em&gt;, means literally:) of one&#39;s free will, the quality of creative activity that can operate in one&#39;s emotional, intellectual, and sensuous experiences.&lt;br /&gt;     One premise is the acceptance of the total personality and the elimination of the split between &quot;reason&quot; and &quot;nature&quot;; not repress essential parts of the self, only if become transparent to oneself, only if the different spheres of life have reached a fundamental integration, is spontaneous activity possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     We catch a glimpse of spontaneity through individuals whose thinking, feeling, and acting are the expression of their selves and not of an automaton. These individuals are mostly known to us as artists, the artist can be defined as an individual who can express himself spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;     Expressing in an objective medium, the position of the artist is vulnerable, though, for it is really only the successful artist whose individuality or spontaneity is respected; if he goes not succeed in selling the art he remains to his contemporaries a crank, a &quot;neurotic&quot;. The artist in this matter is in a similar position to that of the revolutionary throughout history, the successful revolutionary is a statesman, the unsuccessful one a criminal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Small children have an ability to feel and think that which is really theirs; this is expressed in their faces. It appeals profoundly to everyone who is not so dead themselves that they have lost the ability to perceive it.&lt;br /&gt;     There is nothing more attractive and convincing than spontaneity whether it is to be found in a child, in an artist, or in those individuals who cannot thus be grouped according to age or profession.     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Moments of our own spontaneity are at the same time moments of genuine happiness. The spontaneous perception, the dawning of some truth as the result of our thinking, a sensuous pleasure that is not stereotyped, or the welling up of love for another person—in these moments we all know what a spontaneous act is and may have some vision of what human life could be if these experiences were not such rare and uncultivated occurrences.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;HungryArtistDVDMedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116050916464832073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=116050916464832073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116050916464832073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/116050916464832073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/excerpt-from-escape-from-freedom-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114774108176030792</id><published>2006-05-15T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:14:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2704/2883/1600/group.2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2704/2883/320/group.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Pics of cameraman Mike Ferris&#39; party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;towards the end of the retrospective. Also present were two other Cassavetes cameramen, Mike Stringer, and Gary Graver, and ofcourse FACES, MINNIE AND MOSKOWITZ and LOVE STREAMS&#39; actor Seymour Cassel, and SHADOWS&#39; lead actress Lelia Goldoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;John Cassavetes&#39; Working Methods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;(PART 2, continuation of previous post):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Note: There&#39;s a lot of talk below about more than just the acting techniques Cassavetes used, which as anyone who knows anything about John knows dictate everything. The examples of his work with cameras and cameramen as you can sense are just an extention of human interaction on the most basic levels; to establish some sort of a bond as people who respect each other, to work honestly from the inside out and find importance in capturing your inner feelings, and for cameramen to have an intrinsic understanding of this over the technicalities that come with their particular profession. To read more about the acting techniques, and the emotional logic behind them from which they spring forth, please read the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/johncassavetesretrospective.html&quot;&gt;Sportsmans Films&#39; John Cassavetes Page&lt;/a&gt;, to read more about a cameraman talking about John from his own point of view please read the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/pressmikeferrismikeplantegenarowlands.html&quot;&gt;Press Page Interview with Michael Ferris &lt;/a&gt;(who shot A WOMAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE, THE KILLING OF A CHINESE BOOKIE, and OPENING NIGHT for John, as well as Elaine May&#39;s masterpiece MIKEY AND NICKY, starring Cassavetes and Peter Falk in the leads in some of the best acting interaction ever, and the Nick Cassavetes directed SHE&#39;S SO LOVELY, based on his father&#39;s script). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;John Cassavetes in his Own Words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;First you form a relationship with the actors, an alliance, that you&#39;re working together. And then you can beat them or hit them or be nice to them or they can be nice to you. Because they respect you. And you respect them. I find it unneccesary to say, &#39;You stunk, you were terrible in that take,&#39; and I don&#39;t find that very creative. You say, &#39;Look, here&#39;s a guy and he&#39;s going to run away,&#39; and you bring them into the story. And then you write off of that.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;It just seems so impractical to me to say, &#39;You&#39;re a husband, this is what you are, and you&#39;re a simp, and you wear glasses, and you sit down a certain way.&#39; All he&#39;s really doing is parodying what I want him to do, you know. But I&#39;d rather take a good actor and say, &#39;How do you feel about this? What do you feel?&#39; Study his speech patterns and study the way he works and how he really feels about it, and then start to write off of that. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn&#39;t.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I have the confidence that I can take anybody and have them give a good performance, because I don&#39;t think there&#39;s anything to acting except expressing, being able to converse. The mistakes that you make in your own life, in your own personality, are assets on the film. So if I can just convince somebody not to clean themselves up, and not to be someone that they&#39;re not, and just be what they are in given circumstances, that&#39;s all that acting is to me, and I don&#39;t think it&#39;s very difficult. Only when the lines go against you, it&#39;s impossible for you to say them. Or that the character&#39;s inconsistent. Or that it&#39;s an impossible circumstance where everyone&#39;s so hostile that you don&#39;t feel like acting.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(Although Cassavetes&#39; films remained faithful to his scripts, he let the actors have creative control over his or her performance:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I want the actors to express themselves according to their own dreams and emotions. Why would you put someone in a picture and tell them to be exactly like you want them to be? In a sense, they&#39;d become you, and only you, and not to exhibit any of what their personal nature is. I believe in my players having complete emotional rights... &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;It doesn&#39;t matter if the words are written, because improvisation has been going on in films by everybody. There&#39;s nobody that doesn&#39;t improvise to some degree. So it just depends on what degree you need.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;There&#39;s a difference between ad-libbing and improvising. And there&#39;s difference between not knowing what to do and just saying something. Or making choices as an actor. As a writer also, as a person who&#39;s making a film, as a cameraman, everything is a choice. And it seems to me I don&#39;t really have to direct anyone or write down that somebody&#39;s getting drunk; all I have to do is say that there&#39;s a bottle there and put a bottle there and then they&#39;re going to get drunk, or what they would do, and I don&#39;t want to restrict them in being able to carry out a beat, to fulfill an action. You can&#39;t say somebody&#39;s drunk, or in love.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I think if you are an actor, first of all, you are set aside from a director. You basically don&#39;t like directors, but the director shouldn&#39;t worry about that. That&#39;s number one. Any director who worries about whether or not an actor likes him is crazy, because it&#39;s never going to happen. It will happen as the result of being finished, seeing the work, and then if he has time, he&#39;ll say, &#39;O.K.&#39; Half of the problems that a director has is he&#39;s not only trying to adjust to the actors, but to the technicians, to the front office, and to the financial problems that are existent. He doesn&#39;t address himself to the problem of what he&#39;s trying to say. I don&#39;t think it really has anything to do with liking somebody.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;You con people and you lie to them. You try to keep a little part of yourself when somebody says to you: &#39;You figure it&#39;s the greatest picture ever made?&#39; You try to keep a little part of yourself alive. It&#39;s the same thing if you are a cameraman behind the camera with a director who is uptight. They know the guy&#39;s uptight. What can they do about it? Can they say, &#39;Look, you&#39;re uptight. Relax?&#39; They are going to have to live with it afterwards. They will go out and have a drink, go home, argue with their wives and be unhappy. There doesn&#39;t seem to be any solution within that traditional framework whereby people could say, &#39;I am going into the movie business for money,&#39; while we approach it behind the scenes as an art. We can&#39;t.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t shoot any angles going back and forth. Almost everything is shot from the same place, from the same perspective, so that...it&#39;s very important to me that the cameraman has feeling, and can move with the figures as he feels it rather than me saying, &#39;Oh, we missed that.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I wouldn&#39;t tell Vic Kemper where to put the camera. Just get together with him and say, &#39;Feel what you feel.&#39; All the long lens shots were Vic&#39;s, and there was one stationary shot in the whole scene. He&#39;s the only cameraman I know who handholds with an Elemack dolly. He just walks around with it, pushes the cameraman, and has a terrific focus-puller that he has worked with for a long time. They talk to each other, back and forth. He sets up his moves. You could watch the camera moving, and you knew that it was going to be very good because he just has this great feeling. So I would never worry about him.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m not a cameraman. But you generally light. Just take a lot of time to fill in. I mean, people see what&#39;s going to happen, really, basically. If this is the room, we&#39;re shooting this way, the camera&#39;s here. So you encompass all of it. I mean, you couldn&#39;t possibly work with the lights that are surrounding somebody and say, &#39;Now, improvise, oh Jeez, you&#39;re in the shadow.&#39; You couldn&#39;t possibly do that, so the lighting would have to be much more general. But the soft lighting seems to work very well for improvisation, because it&#39;s a general light anyway.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s not really interesting to me, at least, to set up a camera angle. At some point in the filming you really want to take the camera and break it for no reason except that it&#39;s just an interference and you don&#39;t now what to do with it. It&#39;s like putting the top on a can that is bent. You can&#39;t really do anything with it. The most difficult part of working on a film like HUSBANDS is that the opinions of the crew really affect the people in fron of the screen, and sometimes they don&#39;t see anything happening. They get despondent. You can feel them loosen up. You can feel you&#39;re losing the thing.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;If you are interested in films in this country, you want to be a director. It&#39;s like music. You really would like to write your own stuff if you could. I think film and music are very close, since what you&#39;re putting down is really more important than just interpreting somebody else&#39;s material. But I think now there just isn&#39;t enough regard or interest in the beauty of the technical work interrelated with an overall story. I think that everybody learns, how to take a camera apart, how to reset it, how to load it, and how to put your sound in sync. But what is the relation, what is the technical responsibility of the cameraman, of the focus-puller, of the various members of the crew making a picture in the overall sense? Directors don&#39;t really get along with a crew, because usually a crew isn&#39;t involved, unless it&#39;s the way you work, where you work with people. I walk in as a director and meet my cameraman to see whether to put shiny walls over there. At what point can I have some kind of rapport with the operator?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I like to act in films, I like to shoot&#39;em, I like to direct&#39;em, I like to be around&#39;em. I like the feel of it and it&#39;s something I respect. It doesn&#39;t make any difference whether it&#39;s a crappy film or a good film. Anyone who can make a film, I already love. But I feel sorry if they don&#39;t put any tought in it because then they missed the boat.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;TO BE CONTINUED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114774108176030792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114774108176030792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114774108176030792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114774108176030792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/pics-of-cameraman-mike-ferris-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114772962445644771</id><published>2006-05-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:31:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2704/2883/400/pic2.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/johncassavetesretrospective.html&quot;&gt;Sportsmans Films&#39; John Cassavetes Page&lt;/a&gt; Companion Piece (PART 1): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Note: While the essay on the link above was written by me, with a few short excerpts taken from Ray Carney&#39;s biography &quot;Cassavetes on Cassavetes&quot; and the pocket guide &quot;The Adventure of Insecurity&quot;, as was &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/educationalindexdisclaimer.html&quot;&gt;permitted&lt;/a&gt; by Prof. Carney for promotional use of a Cassavetes Retrospective I produced with the Laemmle Theatres, the excerpts below are purely John Cassavetes&#39; own words, from the same biography, and edited by me in a certain sequence I felt fit to describe John Cassavetes&#39; vision, personality and working methods. (This post focuses more on the first two, I&#39;ll call it PART 1, the next post will discuss his working methods, PART 2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;All these excerpts were posted from week to week in a different order in the Laemmle&#39;s Monica 4-Plex display case, along with books, pictures, posters, film cans and tape, etc. to promote the 12 weekend event. I&#39;m reposting some of these materials here and on the Hungry Artist DVD Media&#39;s website for your reading enjoyment and to hopefully clarify and help bring some more awareness of, in my opinion, the greatest American filmmaker ever, by whom I&#39;m obviously influenced and inspired, and so hope to inpire you some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;So please take all of this in consideration and for a most complete website on his work, visit the John Cassavetes Pages on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cassavetes.com&quot;&gt;cassavetes.com&lt;/a&gt; or buy the excellent biography, but most of all of course watch John&#39;s movies, without preconceived film notions and with an open heart and mind as much as you possible can do this, they are masterpieces in human behavior and made with a whole lot of compassion, every single one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Cassavetes in his Own Words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;You have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself, and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. What happens to artists is that it&#39;s not that somebody&#39;s standing in their way. The compromise really isn&#39;t how or what you do, the techniques you use, or even the content, but really he compromise is beginning to feel a lack in confidence in your innermost thoughts. And if you don&#39;t put these innermost thoughts on the screen, then you are looking down on not only your audience but the people you work with, and that&#39;s what makes so many people working out there unhappy. These innermost thoughts become less and less a part of you and once you lose them then you don&#39;t have anything else. So many people have so much to say and there are so many really worthwhile things to say that it seems impossible that we cut ourselves off from this whole avenue of enormous excitement.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Most people don&#39;t know what they want or feel. And for everyone, myself included, it&#39;s very difficult to say what you mean when what you mean is painful. The most difficult thing in the world is to reveal yourself, to express what you have to... As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(Cassavetes explaining his concept of &quot;the mind&#39;s eye view of yourself,&quot;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s a struggle for you to be what you are. It&#39;s a struggle for other people to be what they are. I think it&#39;s a matter of being in touch with yourself and being able to think. There comes a time in people&#39;s lives when they just get so panicked and uptight that they really can&#39;t think with their own minds. The things that are part of your life are your inner feelings. Your mind&#39;s eye view of yourself. If that isn&#39;t broken, you&#39;d be a fantastic person all your life.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Films today show only a dream world and have lost touch with the way people really are... In this country, people die at 21. They die emotionally at 21, maybe younger... My responsibility as an artist is to help people get past 21... The films are a roadmap through emotional and intellectual terrain that provides a solution on how to save pain.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ve always been able to work with anybody that doesn&#39;t want success. Jazz musicians don&#39;t want success... They have these little tin weapons - they don&#39;t shoot. They don&#39;t go anywhere. The jazz musician doesn&#39;t deal with the structured life - he just wants &lt;em&gt;that night&lt;/em&gt;, like a kid.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(Cassavetes speaking for himself and wife Gena Rowlands, and I would think the other cast and crew as well):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;When I&#39;m told that our films are painful, I think, oh God, I know real pain. We soften our pictures so tremendously. We make them almost romantic fantasies, and just barely touch on these things in a more idealistic way than other people do.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114772962445644771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114772962445644771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114772962445644771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114772962445644771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/sportsmans-films-john-cassavetes-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114772656473971954</id><published>2006-05-15T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:33:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;DVD &quot;SHORT DAY&quot; Excerpt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;(previous draft, Copyright &#39;05): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;To be strong, one day to be just, it is inevitable, so much bigger than this pathetic cry which denies the truth and makes us feel like we are innocent, pushing back all fact to ignorance, into unconsciousness, to turn into fiction for the creative writer, sad sack figure of underground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;No more beautiful words, no spontaneous prose, writing is to not live, living is not for the writing, no I mean just use it, to not be used by it that is, and pass it on and into action. For else words become excuses like psychology, the logic of it nothing but intellectual word play without truth breathing between the lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s no truth without a God to confess to, that is no logic; the simple sum of all conclusions which exist on paper or just the egomaniacal mind. It&#39;s like the demon&#39;s visit in your sleep, it&#39;s called a nightmare, for each fantasy to turn into, it&#39;s the escape out, the set up for the fall, just like reality of daydreams go deeper and darker into untruth called confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s only felt when the heart races faster, the mind going crazier, the face becomes harder, we call it growing old. It becomes uglier in the mirror, I can see the entity shaking, it&#39;s anger looking out through black eyes, it&#39;s disappointment deformed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;It becomes sad figures eating by themselves, feeding on themselves and others, moved by unknown energy to disrupt the peaceful flow, coughing, shifting, slamming doors, it&#39;s leaving others in the dust, driving without watching, without seeing, unaware and driven to clash, the next day&#39;s newspaper over others&#39; breakfast a testament of the previous day; one big political obituary. Left, right, right, wrong, think, feel, need, but never daring to rise to the occasion, to finally stand above, to want nothing and allow oneself to breathe.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114772656473971954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114772656473971954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114772656473971954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114772656473971954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/dvd-short-day-excerpt-previous-draft.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114738700798796508</id><published>2006-05-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:01:03.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the Film Trilogy Project &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/filmtrilogyproject.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;This scene never made it to the final version of one of the scripts, &quot;Scenes&quot;, mainly because I was trying to direct it myself, and the subject matter was too close to home to get any cooperation on it, instead of plenty of resistence, I even considered making a short out of it, because of extreme time, money and other pressures, that&#39;s why this particualr carries the working title &quot;Short&quot;. It&#39;s similar in tone to some of the final versions of the scripts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;INT. SMALL ONE ROOM APARTMENT-NIGHT (4 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;The blinds are open, the only lights on are Christmas lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;VICTOR sits on the edge of the bed, a tiny mirror in one hand, a shaving blade in the other, a bowl with hot water sits in front of him on the floor. He&#39;s finishing up shaving, his movements are slow and weary. Occasionally he sips ice water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;NATALIE, starting out at a tiny wooden fold-out table by the window, is writing fervently by way of speaking, rather mumbling into a tape recorder, pacing around, distancing herself from him as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(mumbles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Another thing, well, first of all, the only thing that drives her forward, and sets her back, is a need, and the inability to reach a solution, in other words, have the need realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;She pauses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(continues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I would think a similar thing goes for him, but I can&#39;t be sure what it is that drives him and sets him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;She moves back to the table to smoke out. She hits a bowl and tries to keep from coughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I tried to wake you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie tries to hand him the pipe, he doesn&#39;t respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;You said to leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;You told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie takes another hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t worry. I&#39;ll have some money soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Have some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;She almost tries to hand him the pipe, he doesn&#39;t respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Just take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve been up all night working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Yeah? I didn&#39;t get any sleep neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;He starts to head out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Now I&#39;m fucking late again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;What do you want me to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t say anything, I can&#39;t talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Hey, I was fine last night. I know where my heart was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Well, I&#39;m sorry I wasn&#39;t convincing enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Victor opens the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(mumbles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll see you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;He walks out, the door slams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;You just go work for the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie sits numb for a moment, takes a quick hit and regroups. She skims through a stack of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;After a short while Victor comes back in, reaching in his pocket for a small bottle of Jack Daniels, he takes a swig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie slowly turns towards him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Victor sits down while Natalie gets up and gets herself a beer, she pops the can and gulps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Nothing but silence after. She starts to put her writings away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;To Be Continued !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114738700798796508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114738700798796508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114738700798796508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114738700798796508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-film-trilogy-project-scenes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114731389881310959</id><published>2006-05-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:22:32.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2704/2883/1600/pic3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2704/2883/320/pic3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;GreenCine Distribution Negotiation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will follow on the negotiation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.greencine.com&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;GreenCine.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;, to distribute my digital feature &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com/dvdcustomflixgreencine.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Short Day&quot;, &lt;/a&gt;including script excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to post my brand new profile address with MySpace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;www.myspace.com/hungryartistdvdmedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everything I&#39;m building is still under construction, but there&#39;s plenty of reading material of an inspirational nature already available on my film site:&lt;br /&gt;hungryartistdvdmedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114731389881310959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114731389881310959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114731389881310959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114731389881310959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/greencine-distribution-negotiation.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114677688735988379</id><published>2006-05-04T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:27:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &quot;The Artist&#39;s Role, and the Purpose of Self-Production&quot;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m creating Hungry Artist DVD Media for the same reason I create anything: to free myself from pain; a life of compromise, because I have my back against the wall since like everybody I&#39;ve escaped through everything, despite the endless searching and to prove myself, even if it&#39;s to prove myself wrong, but to expose the struggle. At least I recognize the pain and this creative endeavor will help me come closer to the objective state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;As an artist you have the goods; the product and inspiration for more. I am no rebel, but I Am against victimizing yourself, compromising your potential for self-suffiency, accepting reality without questioning its&#39; truthfulness, conforming your soul to be on the safe side while there is none, not convinced of freeing yourself as the only thing to do and safety just a pay off, but you don&#39;t know you haven&#39;t suffered deeply enough, rebelling against sensing better you&#39;ve become guilty and don&#39;t know it. If most of my sacrifices weren&#39;t made against my will, I would have felt the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;A real artist is truthful of their insecurity, thereby gaining the soul, a sense of self-sufficiency, while in the process losing much of the sympathy of others, admired for a unique voice, originality and courage, resentfully judged and loathed for much the same reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114677688735988379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114677688735988379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114677688735988379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114677688735988379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-artists-role-and-purpose-of-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114668679818539135</id><published>2006-05-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:28:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;About the Script &quot;Scenes&quot; (part of the film trilogy &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot; chronicling an artist&#39;s creative process and the interaction with a challenging rival, of which the DVD &quot;Short Day&quot; is part of as well): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;First of all the initial idea behind &quot;Scenes&quot; had to do with living, the ability to express, and also avenge, challenging an artistic ability to &quot;fictionally&quot; create drama, as represented in a relationship. (For a more extensive Summary visit the Film Web Site: hungryartistdvdmedia.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Producer Fred Caruso, on John Schessinger&#39;s &quot;Midnight Cowboy&quot;, Sidney Lumet&#39;s &quot;Network&quot;, Sergio Leone&#39;s &quot;Once Upon a Time in America&quot; and John Cassavetes&#39; &quot;Husbands&quot; on which he was a production manager, and spoke about at the Los Angeles &#39;01 John Cassavetes Retrospective I produced, wrote me this after reading a couple of treatments of a then undefined manuscript: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;I read with great pleasure the treatment and long version of &quot;Scenes&quot;. Your characters and storyline are deep and engaging. I like it.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The idea for &quot;Scenes&quot; grew very organically, very slowly, the final script as it was finished by &#39;04 incorporating a lot of the narrative treatment into a different structure altogether. As far back as &#39;92 I&#39;d wanted to shoot 16 mm films, shorts in in one or three acts that somehow belonged together and string them into a feature, and always in simple settings and with few characters, depending on the acting, instead of the technical, to do the job. And I&#39;d always remembered certain films, certain scenes, from &quot;Who&#39;s Afraid of Virginia Woolf&quot; to &quot;The Misfits&quot; to &quot;East of Eden&quot; to &quot;Paris, Texas&quot;, and a lot of the Italian Neo-Realist works. I&#39;d read a lot of Kerouac growing up, and had been very inspired by Pier Paolo Pasolini&#39;s poetry, and when these vague notions never quite came off the ground, mainly for financial reasons, I abandoned the idea of filmmaking for a long time and focused on another aspiration, to write a sort of lyrical and spiral-like novel that would sum up everything I felt, sort of in the &quot;non-chronological time development of the mind&quot;, as Henry Miller called it, or &quot;the flow as it already exists intact in the heart&quot; as Kerouac put it. Noble ideas but with not enough experience to back it up, and kind of suffering from Dostoevsky&#39;s &quot;Underground Man&quot; syndrome I dropped the creativity altogether for some time and started living. I hadn&#39;t planned it that way but that&#39;s how it happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Then in &#39;97 I wrote a 2 page treatment that started it all up again, the first thing in a couple of years and which became the blueprint for a script called &quot;Idolatry&quot; of which the first two versions don&#39;t existy anymore, and by 2000 the real precursor to &quot;Scenes&quot;, and really also the idea for a possible trilogy, began. In &#39;01 I finally caught on to the digital revolution, took one of the drafts, bought a camera, got people, alcohol, and the result was chaos and disaster, and by the end of the year, immersed in a John Cassavetes retrospective I was also organizing, I&#39;d have to sell my camera to attempt to save my apartment, rented specifically with filming in mind, and to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;From &#39;02 on attempts were made at all costs to get &quot;Scenes&quot; made, different versions of the script, until finally it had to make way for a fresh perspective and a new manuscript in &#39;05 called &quot;Short Day&quot;; a one character narrative filmed on another digital camera I managed to buy, and &quot;performed&quot; in a singular, dark location, one continuous, unedited scene, roughly 80 minutes long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Out of &quot;Sportsmans Films&quot;, under which heading the John Cassavetes retrospective was produced, a new idea sprang forth for &#39;06; a sole effort for a creatively stimulating film web site called &quot;Hungry Artist DVD Media&quot;, to put my endeavors in perspective for myself, and for the exposure of what turned into a film trilogy project, &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt &quot;Scenes&quot;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Natalie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s bothering you really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Victor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Yeah. A little girl is gonna lecture me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: I&#39;m no little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: What&#39;s bothering you, Vic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: You don&#39;t like my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: Maybe your story about betrayal&#39;s getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Where&#39;d you read anything about betrayal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: I only serve one God. I know you don&#39;t like to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: You serve whatever&#39;s put in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: Yeah. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Oldest story in the book. Betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: You don&#39;t know what the hell you&#39;re talking about. No matter what I do you&#39;ll never forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Worse. You&#39;ll never forgive yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: Don&#39;t even think you can convince me. Everybody thinks you&#39;re so nice and quiet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Idealistic. Naive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: ...cause you don&#39;t know how to speak up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Stupid?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: ...so you get pissed off afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: ...that&#39;s how insecure you really are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Yeah? Trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: Yeah. Your problem started long before I came along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: Don&#39;t talk shit about my family Victor. I&#39;m telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;V: You&#39;re tough on the bud. Go ahead, finish it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;N: I&#39;ll let you dig your own grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Victor walks into the bathroom, slams the door. Natalie quickly grabs her tape recorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;N (in tape recorder): I can&#39;t tolerate anyone who doesn&#39;t have the connection to the unconscious, don&#39;t even have a passion, suffering, to live and fight for but just glide along to the end, laughing as if they were happy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor noisily puts his stuff away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;N (continues): Really wish for all wisdom of timelessness of truth, fearless, but have no patience...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The toilet flushes. The door swings open, and Victor rushes out with his guitar in his case, banging it against the wall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;He grabs his papers, and rushes towards the door and slams the door shut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;N (gathers her thoughts, continues): No enthusiasm to construct anything like a story because all seeing, because or despite being messed up, there is no story, only random flashes in the flow of the mind, so I write down few impressions, cause short of breath and running out, I have black outs too now so have to remember not to walk for too long, in the sun or on empty stomach or too high because I&#39;m not finished, anxiously probing for truth between the lies, and when I&#39;d let go you&#39;d like me, always fascinated by every word I didn&#39;t speak, hacking, when will I let loose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;For More Excerpts of &quot;Scenes&quot;, as well as &quot;Short Day&quot; and &quot;Idolatry&quot;, making up the Trilogy &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;, please visit: hungryartistdvdmedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;All Scripts, Excerpts, Summaries, and art work, copyright &#39;06, all rights reserved, Gabriella Bregman, Hungry Artist DVD Media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114668679818539135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27384975&amp;postID=114668679818539135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114668679818539135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27384975/posts/default/114668679818539135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hungryartistdvdmediacomblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-script-scenes-part-of-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16442261947001774638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27384975.post-114651036629973705</id><published>2006-05-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:16:36.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriella Bregman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Film Company: Hungry Artist DVD Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Web Site: hungryartistdvdmedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Intro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;My name is Gabriella Bregman, I wrote and directed a digital feature &quot;Short Day&quot;, a meditation on the trappings of compromise and the emotional dynamics of resentment sustained in the face of an impending conclusion, which will be available on DVD at customflix.com, and in which DVD rental company GreenCine showed interest as soon as I provide them with a professional DVD transfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Information on this film, and the script trilogy &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot; it is part of, chronicling an artist&#39;s creative process, and the interaction with a challenging rival, is posted on my web site: hungryartistdvdmedia.com, Vlog excerpts will follow in the near future, script excerpts of all three scripts, are featured on the site, and some will be posted on this Blog as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Hungry Artist DVD Media&#39;s web site is more than a place for exposure of my film trilogy project, but a film site geared to inspire entrepreneurial minded filmmakers. It grew out of Sportsmans Films under which heading I produced in &#39;01, in John Cassavetes&#39; honor and to make aspiring and independent filmmakers more aware of his personal films and innovative working methods, with the help of Mario Luza and The Laemmle Theatres &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hungryartistdvdmedia.com&quot;&gt;&quot;Gena and John; A Cassavetes Retrospective&quot;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;The twelve weekend event included 10 essential Cassavetes&#39; directed films, including also the Elaine May directed &quot;Mikey and Nicky&quot; (the only one in there not directed by John, but belonging in the line-up), plus the Los Angeles Premiere of Charles Kiselyak&#39;s documentary &quot;A Constant Forge; an Exploration of the Life and Art of John Cassavetes&quot; (now part of the excellent Criterion DVD box set; John Cassavetes, 5 Films), and book sales of Ray Carney&#39;s ultimate biography &quot;Cassavetes on Cassavetes&quot;, his pocket guide to Cassavetes&#39; films &quot;The Adventure of Insecurity&quot; and &quot;Shadows&quot;, part of the BFI series, as well as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Q &amp; A&#39;s and press with actors Gena Rowlands, Peter Falk, Seymour Cassel, Lelia Goldoni and cameraman Mike Ferris, composer Bo Harwood and &quot;Husbands&quot; production manager Fred Caruso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;John Cassavetes saw his films &quot;as roadmaps in emotional terrain, on how to save pain&quot;, and understood the urgent necessity of recapturing your sense of inner self, to live inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;The site&#39;s coverage of the Retrospective (and I&#39;m still adding more) includes an essay on my interpretation of John Cassavetes&#39; vision and working methods, as I intend to do with some other main inspirations to me (Jack Kerouac, Montgomery Clift, the Italian Neo-Realists, etc.), and for the reason of sharing this creative wealth with other artists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;In relation to these two subjects the site features some other essays; an introduction essay &quot;A Life Without Compromise&quot;, and the accompanying &quot;The Artist&#39;s Role, and the Purpose of Self-Production&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;I want to add that these three aspects point to a common goal of encouraging creative individuals, to be able to deal like any human being, with the adversities thwarting our hopes, and to point out the contradictions within these dreams, to make sense of our inevitable struggles. These issues go beyond rebellion against any type of establishment, but focus rather on how we&#39;ve possibly allowed ourselves to be intimidated or seduced by ideals not coinciding with our inner desires, and how we can protect our liveliness and individuality to stay inspired and more or less outgrow our insecurities, and are covered in outward terms, discussing financial structures and distribution avenues, as well as inwardly, discussing power structures from a somewhat psychological, and rather, philosophical view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;All my creative endeavors are geared towards people who, like myself, seek a state of independence not dictated by conformity to security, nor driven by rebellion against conformity, but to find the fine line in between towards clarity that is vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Enjoy the hungryartistdvdmedia.com Blog, check out the film site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;hungryartistdvdmedia.com (it&#39;s brand new, and will be registered with the search engines sometime in May &#39;06), and if you like my stuff please spread the word, drop me a line at the Blog, or contact me at: &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:gabiebregman@email.com&quot;&gt;gabiebregman@email.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(Please note that I am overwhelming myself with this process, and might not be able to respond to emails promptly, so if it&#39;s not necessarily of a confidential nature, please post a Blog comment instead. Thanks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Happy reading, and remember; the artist needs to be inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Gabriella Bregman (writer-producer-entrepreneur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Hungry Artist DVD Media, Los Angeles, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;(Trilogy &quot;Scenes of Idolatry and Resentment&quot;, copyright &#39;06, including art work and summaries. All Rights Reserved. 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