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- Zooey Deschanel: Is that rain?
- Siri: What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
- Zooey Deschanel: Let's get tomato soup delivered!
- Siri: ...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
- Zooey Deschanel: Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
- Siri: Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
- Zooey Deschanel: Remind me to clean up.
- Siri: Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
- Zooey Deschanel: Tomorrow.
- Siri: I'm in hell. This is hell.
- Zooey Deschanel: Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
- Siri: I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
- Zooey Deschanel: Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
- Siri: I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
- Zooey Deschanel: *dances*
- Siri: Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
Scripting Sleaze: Bringing Back a Hallmark of American Cinema
And so we return from the end to begin again…
“They were careless people - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
1) This movie inspired me to go out and buy A Farewell to Arms the next day. Hemingway is a badass.
2) Last a buddy of mine who’s a semi-famous touring musician told me this story he heard second hand about a party Salvador Dali threw back in the 70’s. Led Zepplin, the Stones, Bowie and their respective entourages (which is how this story got out, from a guitar tech for Zepplin) were all there and the only thing more abundant than celebrities was drugs. So anyway like at the end of the night Salvador Dali brings them all back to his “parlor” where they all proceed to do massive amounts of cocaine and watch some dude fuck a dead girl’s corpse. The big question is; Where did Dali get the body? Did he purchase it from a medical supply company or something, or did this weird rich asshole have her killed?
Godard got it exactly backwards. Cinema is not truth 24 times a second, it is lies 24 times a second. Actors are pretending to be people they’re not, in situations and settings which are completely illusory. Day for night, dry for wet, Vancouver for New York, potato shavings for snow. The building is a thin-walled set, the sunlight is a Xenon, and the traffic noise is supplied by the sound designers. It’s all illusion, but the prize goes to those who make the fantasy the most real, the most visceral, the most involving. This sensation of truthfulness is vastly enhanced by the stereoscopic illusion.
~ James Cameron in 2008 (via directingfilm)
Space Werewolf: All Good Things…
We won Best Picture.
(and Best Sound)
(and Best Editing)
We accomplished everything we set out to. Space Werewolf was created to play at and win the Moraine Valley Film Festival. It’ll live on after that screening, on You Tube and the Horror/Sci-Fi festival circuit, but the seed that was planted with a very specific goal in mind blossomed into a beautiful fucking flower last night and was welcomed into the world by applause, laughter, awards, and cheers.
And now…it’s all over.
So many conflicting emotions from last night, I don’t even know where to begin. A better writer would string this together into a seamlessly flowing narrative, expertly transitioning from one emotion and plot point to the next. I’m too raw for that, so fuck it you’re getting bullet points.
The Incredible Hulk throws a bear… you just can’t see quality shit like that on TV anymore
And now, your moment of Zen….
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Final Night
And lo it came to pass that the filming of Space Werewolf would end as serendipitously as it began, in the borrowed garage of one of our friends parents, where the constructed set of an alien space craft and a crude green screen had been arranged. Friends, huddled together with nothing more than the pure unadulterated power of imagination and an HD camera, began piecing together the final shots of what would go on to be known as the greatest story mankind had ever told.
Or not…
