Sweeney Todd

The musical of Sweeney Todd has been a favorite of mine since a very young age. I first heard the score when I was going through my "Sondheim phase" at age ten. Now, I wouldn't recommend going through a Sondheim phase unless you LOVE getting made fun of in school- but I went through it and fell in love with Todd, Into the Woods, Gypsy, A Funny Thing..., and more.

Todd was always my favorite, I loved its darkness, it's brooding nature. Singing the score to Todd made me want to be a singer just as Beetle Juice and Batman made me want to be a director. I used to draw the Todd logo on binders, it reminded me of the Joker meets a "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" drawing.

To see Todd and Burton come together in many aspects is a dream come true. However over the years I have lost faith in Burton. Not just miss after miss, but utter failure after utter failure. Big Fish, Planet, Charlie, Corpse Bride, Sleepy Hollow. I love Sondheim, I love Tim Burton- the last thing I wanted to see was a failure featuring the two combined.

And fortunately...I didn't see that! What I saw was a commendable, near great- imagining of the musical that's very near and dear to my heart. There were some bad choices made, but some great ones also. I don't know that this film succeeding makes me believe in Burton again- because the source material was so solid. If he had jacked this up- it would've shown him to be completely inept. This film belongs to Sondheim- the score soars and Depp and Carter carry it well. Depp doesn't erase the memory of George Hearn for me, and no one can erase Angela Lansbury as Lovett- BUT I did find that the performances in the film were new and different enough- to distance the Broadway memory I had of the musical.

I love musicals, always have. I got giddy watching this film. I thought the casting was spot on- even down to the character of Anthony Hope who I feel could be easily miscast.

I thought there were some effects unneeded (one superzoom through London) and the Title sequence was worse than Spider-man's. But the speed ramps and jolts in the trailer are fortunately not found in the film.

My BIGGEST complaint- is that the famous song "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd" is nowhere in the film.

It's this that is causing me to hold back my complete enthusiasm for the film- I have heard there was a "reason" for omitting this, but honestly- it's glaringly absent for anyone that knows the score. I can see removing it from the opening of the film- but I was aching for it to be sung at the end- or at least over the credits! The absence of this song really bummed me out. It was like waiting for your red rider BB gun on Christmas day and then not finding it under the tree.

And it's not by the desk- IT'S NOT BY THE DESK!!!

Johnny Depp played the character in a VERY different fashion than done previously...but not in a different fashion than was expected. Again, the real magic was in the music.

They really should've sold this film on the music- just come out with Guns a Blazin'. Be bold about the fact that Sondheim's score is featured so prominently.

Next on the list...P.S. I LOVE YOU!!!

An Essay on Film

Ah...Movies.

Movies. Movies. Movies.

For most they are entertainment, for most they are something to watch on a Friday night while snuggled up close to a warm date.

And still for some, they are all they have thought about creating since they were eight years old. For some they have dedicated their lives to studying film, spent thousands of dollars on an education in the history of film- they do all this because they are destined to make films.

For these individuals there will always be a tear, a gaping chasm between the "moviegoer" and themselves. Quite simply, it's because they know too much.

How can you know something is cliche if you haven't seen the very films it's ripping off? How can you know something is predictable unless you've seen the numerous films prior that have gone down the same beaten path?

The individuals that will redefine cinema will undoubtably have a vision for cinema that is unforeseen by the masses. Don't feel bad for these individuals, don't feel bad that they can't self-lobotomize before viewing art- but rather rejoice! Because they will be the artists bringing you the films you're snuggling up to in the near future.

If we all enjoyed I am Legend, there will never be anything better. But for those that strive for more, for those that see in their heads where film can go in the future- we will make films that soar beyond the low expectations of the modern moviegoer.

For those that enjoyed I am Legend, they will sit...and they will enjoy the next film made the same way...and 10 years will pass and the bar will not be raised for them, the standards will never heighten.

When a chef sits down to eat a meal, they can tell you all the spices that were a part of it- all the ways the supper was cooked and prepared. For a person who just wants to get a full belly- they will simply say "dems was good eatin'!"

As a studied filmmaker, I know the spices, I know the history. A film isn't just a film, it has a recipe and a pedigree. I can tell you why it was made, where it was made- and how long it was "cooking". A heart surgeon knows the heart, studies the heart, knows the ins and outs the arteries and ventricles. We don't yell at them for "caring too much about the heart!"

We need to respect the artists, the creators, as we respect the Professors and the technicians.

A man destined to create will always want more and see more than is on the screen- if he didn't , his destiny wouldn't be in that art.

A lot is subjective...but a lot simply is not. There is a science to film, a language to cinematography. Fans of painting can tell when certain brushstrokes were introduced by certain artists, they can also explain which artists lifted those brushstrokes for the next 100 years. A lover of music can tell you which Jazz musician pioneered a sound that is still influencing modern radio today. A man whose mind is dedicated to creation in cinema will see cinema like no other, he will understand it so deeply- that cinema's flaws will become glaring. Films that trick most, will be mocked by the passionate filmmaker, films that bring in millions, will mean nothing to the passionate filmmaker. Because the filmmaker will see how to make it better, he will know how to take something to a territory that others haven't even seen maps for yet.

I don't want those who disagree with me to change their opinions on films. I want them to respect the differences between the intentions of those groups viewing the films. Don't expect us to view art the same way you do, don't call us names for having passion for greater things. Don't expect us to see world the way you do.

That's how it goes in history, those who change the arts- are ALWAYS dissatisfied with the current state of the arts. I encourage you to read an Art History book.

Who in this discussion can tell me the name of the man who invented the Steadicam without going to Wikipedia?

There's a reality to film and filmmaking as a profession that those on the outside will never understand. The outsiders see it as entertainment, as an escape. We see it as our life's work. God have mercy on me if my life's work is whittled away to mindless entertainment.

We are dedicated to honing our skills, refining the talents. Making music video after music video, short film after short film, researching and writing feature films since we were children. We have been pitching a feature film in Hollywood for 12 months now. We've learned so much, gained so much insight into this industry that you can only gain by DOING it. I can tell you what color the wallpaper was in Akiva Goldsman's office if you'd like. Before you check Wikipedia, he's the man that wrote and produced I am Legend. Some would say "What does that have to do with anything?" It means everything, knowing this industry means everything. Hearing from a producer from inside Weed Road Pictures paints a picture for every film they will ever make. I've heard first hand their opinions on films and I know just why they produced I am Legend. I sat on a couch in an office at Warner Bros. Studios (again Wikipedia if you don't know what that is) and heard opinions and faux insight from the very studio that backed I am Legend. Things become tangible when you're out there, faces matched with names and it begins to make sense just why this industry has fallen so low.

All of this means something, soaking in film, meeting the people that make the films, it is all building toward something- toward eventually expressing ourselves in this format.

If you side on the argument that if something makes bundles of money - than it has artistic worth to any great extent- than I feel sorry for you- because monetary prowess has never been a sign of spiritual or emotional depth.

A film of great worth can also make a great amount of money, but please know that they don't go always go hand in hand.

Don't feel bad for us, because movies aren't meant to mean the same thing to you as they are meant to mean to us.

They aren't meant to be simply enjoyed or not enjoyed- they are meant to help build and refine me as a filmmaker, or show me what mistakes not to make when I helm a feature of my own. What needs to happen amongst friends of mixed interest is that they need to once and for all recognize and respect the difference between the groups. Now, it's not better or worse, dumber or smarter- it's simply different. You are not a heart surgeon, you'll be happy as long as yours keeps ticking. But you won't ever ache to know how it ticks or dream about performing a transplant that saves an infant's life. You'll simply smile if it's ticking.

The filmmaker will never be satisfied, but that is his place- he will always say it could do more and be more. He will desire to know what light was set up where and why. He will desire to see new paths blazed and new genres defined.

That's how invention occurs- when someone sees something that for years prior simply wasn't there. One day film will be reinvented by those who saw what most thought...was simply never there.

In all my reviews of films and all my criticism of films I NEVER insult the viewer calling them "diseased" or ignorant. I criticize the artists behind the camera and the talent in front- because it is there jobs that I feel I could do better.

Do not try to convince or condemn someone out of a mindset or thought process.- that is presumptuous and unfair.

As far as the "then do it yourself!" directive...I assure you brothers, we're well on our way.

"I am not Legend" review

Clever title right?

It seems like no filmmaker knows how to finish anymore. They can execute great beginnings, even keep the suspense through the "second act" of a story. But by minute 80 it falls apart. This film is a failure. It's a failure for numerous reasons- one of the greatest reasons is its deviation from guts-having. The bottom line is, why doesn't anyone have the guts to be original? Is it that horrifying a thought to just end a film on a NEW note as opposed to the note that is continually played by films with far less visual appeal and budget?

Also, on the topic of the overuse of CG. Um...I am Legend overuses CG. It's not as simple as "the creatures looked lame" it's more like..."the creatures looked like Casper the friendly ghost quality CG...like the Ricci version of Casper...and his uncles or cousins...or whatever the other three ghosts were...the CG sucked in that movie..."

Hmm...that was a succinct point.

Why did I have faith in F. Lawrence? The "I'm like a bird" video? Who knows. Let me say this...the movie ends with Will Smith finding out that he is not in fact "Legend"- but rather that there are many men still alive in a colony in Vermont.

Okay...so...F you "I am Legend" just call yourself "Will Smith and some other dudes are still alive...THE MOVIE".

It wasn't even a "plot twist" it was a "plot cop-out". This movie was castrated from frame one, with no cojones intact from the book or graphic novel interpretation. This movie was a eunuch. JUST GO in a DIRECTION...hollywood filmmakers and hollywood stars. Take us SOMEWHERE instead of meandering around in mediocreville waiting for the next train to sameplacetown.

There are some well constructed moments in the film, I trusted it through Sam dying, I trusted it through Robert losing it on the edge of the piier however...as SOON as the female character and her son are introduced- I lost interest in this movie like I was watching Miami Ink without Kat Von D. There was no point to the film existing from that point on. No point in the tension that was built- no point in the atmosphere and mood that was built- and no point in Will Smith's teary-eyed action hero performance.

The film was a waste and a disappointment. However, what was not a disappointment was the trailer for this film...



Now, it may not be how I would portray the Joker if I was Nolan. I miss the angular face and sharp chin from the comics. I still want to know what Crispin Glover or Vincent Gallo would have done with the role. But the TRAILER, the edit, the pacing and execution of shots- was breathtaking and suspenseful like no trailer I've seen since...the trailer for Batman Begins.

I watched the 6 min. prologue as well and hmm...perfection.

That's it for now...until P.S. I love you...

Music videos with Commentary

I have decided to go through every Music Video I've directed and record honest, candid commentaries for each of them- no matter how obscure. I hope you enjoy hearing the stories behind these productions.


MAYLENE AND THE SONS OF DISASTER



AMBER PACIFIC



GYM CLASS HEROES 1



SPEECH



ARMOR FOR SLEEP



FORGIVE DURDEN

Transformers...Lamewads in disguise!

Transformers…also known as “Everything that is wrong with American cinema today”

It’s ironic, that this film came from the man whose name is synonymous with American cinema – Steven Spielberg. Or is it? Maybe it’s fitting? Maybe this is proof that the dinosaur’s age of ruling this artistic landscape is fast approaching its end.

The film was an insult, it expected us to act like the character’s onscreen- wide-eyed Americans watching in slow motion as big things fly overhead, or big things fight overhead, or big things explode overhead. It doesn’t want us to question; it simply wants us to stare in awe. Well I refuse. These men are ruining modern film with giant 200 million dollar funded blows of immaturity and slanderously mis-directed car commercials.

Grown men made this film, not little kids amused by smashing Tonka trucks into each other on the sidewalk in front of their house- but grown men, aged men, filmmakers who know the craft better than most if not all who pick up a camera. Yet, this is what they give to us. I remember a day when Steven was the man responsible for epic action-adventure films with soul, with heart, with strength and depth of character. Films like Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, and Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Don’t be tricked into believing that a fun “popcorn” movie also needs to be devoid of anything intellectual or emotionally engaging. Remember that films can be all things, and not just mind-numbing distractions. They can have action and romance, they can have thrills and laughs, and they can have high excitement and deep meaning.

Transformers, unfortunately has none of those things. Well you may laugh, if you think a Transformer saying “My bad” is funny, or a Transformer saying, “This looks like a chill place to kick it!” is funny. I don’t think it’s funny, because I actually liked…the Transformers back when they were robots in disguise, not Finding Forrester in disguise.

This film along with Spiderman 3 is proof that these aging filmmakers need to be ushered off into the retirement ward- and allow new blood to breathe fresh life into stories and visuals that dance across our silver screens.

Or they need to take a drink from whatever magical vitality inducing chalice Martin Scorsese’s been sipping from.

I want a Transformer’s film like the animated film, one that is about…well Transformers. Not “People arguing: The movie…with two transformers fighting at the end.” I want something that blows my mind, not something that looked unfortunately what I would imagine a Michael Bay directed Transformers movie to look like.

When did Jon Voight forget how to act? How can any director have the power to drain Turturro’s talent?

Why didn’t a consultant let Bay know that…high school’s not like Saved by the Bell anymore. The blonde jock that hates Sam for…no apparent reason. But he’s a jerk so the chick will get with the good guy in the end. I think to save money they actually just inserted footage from an already existing episode of Degrassi Junior High.

The film was severely unbalanced, cutting away to a tiny robot fight while Bumblebee slaughters Barricade? Good idea. Cut back to : Barricade down. Hmm, would've been a nice fight to see.

When they give us a fight, it's the messy excuse for a “climax” shot in downtown LA that ended with “Push the box into my chest!!!”

The action was so bottom heavy- it was as if by the time the screenwriter got to the last 30 pages he realized…”Dangit, I don’t really have any Transformer’s in the movie…the movie called Transformers…”

So he shoved all the T’formin action into an overcrowded bloated fallout in the last moments. I’m glad they spent 20 min. paying homage to Harry and the Hendersons by showing how hard it would be for Transformer’s to hide around a suburban home though. I guess that gave the writer time to make his masturbation jokes, also something I desperately wanted from a Transformer’s movie. I also don’t want to see a Transformer’s movie where a tiny pair of glasses matters so much.

Anyway, back to the ending…

Why couldn’t Prime push the box into Mega’s chest? Why didn’t Mega just swipe Sam out of the way and make him a greasy streak on a brick wall?

Well, the same reason Tom Cruise’s son didn’t die in War of the Worlds. These older filmmakers are afraid to infuse their films with the very sense of realism that enlivened their fantasy projects of old.

Just because Michael Bay is the king of cliché’s doesn’t mean we should accept that as “style”. Critics say he’s aware of how formulaic his films are and that’s why he excels and creates movies that relate to us on a base human level.

That’s fancy talk for “Dumb Americans like shiny things and slow-motion explosions and Bay’s been milking that for years now”.

I’m not tricked, I’m dying to see the face of cinema altered, I’m dying to be included in a change within the arts that will spring from artists bored and bitter by the mundane and repetitive. This film is another nail in the coffin of original innovative moviemaking.

Everyone should line up early, get their popcorn, remove brain accordingly if hoping to enjoy.

Sneak peek...

MAYLENE AND THE SONS OF DISASTER coming soon...

The best music video ever created by anyone...ever...period.

Say it aint so.

I was full of such nervouse excitement as I sat in that theater. Waiting anxiously to see my boys! Venom and the web-head together on the silver screen at last.

Then I watched the film and realized...they replaced one of the most menacing villains of all time with...a girl...with a babydoll...a delicate little porcelain baby doll.

That wasn't Venom, that was something I wanted to forget all too quickly. Do over! Please Raimi do over!

The film would ramp up in goodness and the crash down in lameness, over and over again. Franco would bring it, Topher would bring it (as Brock pre-Venom) Dunst would get me teary-eyed- and then they would cut to a DANCE NUMBER.

Oh wait, that was a typo I meant to say DANCE NUMBER. Oh that's what I said? Oh man, I guess it wasn't a typo- I mean it should be a typo, there SHOULDN'T BE a dance number in Spiderman 3. But there is.

There's also no momentum from the Brock storyline, fake depth to Sandman's, and no real movement or emotional shift in the film as a whole.

They try, don't get me wrong- the film wasn't a flagrant disregard to what we know and love about these comics- wait, you know what? No it was. It was totally an F you to anyone that gives a rip about Venom or Petey's origin or Gwen's involvement in his life.

There were some great moments, some truly touching moments, some truly hurtful moments- they had me for a greater part of the film, but when they lost me- they LOST me.

I need to forget I even saw it and just move on...maybe Tim Story will blaze it with FF2...oh wait, it's humanly impossible for him to blaze anything. Dangit.

Well maybe the guy that made Transporter will blaze Hulk...oh wait...Dangit.

Well maybe in ten years they'll re-boot the Spidey franchise and we'll finally see the comics onscreen- instead of whatever it was I saw last night.

I'm sorry...

...but Lost is going so very strong, so VERY strong. Last night's episode was hard to watch because my face was melting off from the molten blaze sauce being poured out from the shows WHITE HOT perfection.

Every moment, Jack and Kate, John and Daddy, Alex and Sayid, Ben and John...such gooey rich goodness. It was like a delicate (or not so delicate) ballet of doom and destruction, played out against and elegant yet aggressive backdrop of despair and revenge.

The looks, the glances, the pauses, the steps, the explosions- all executed with such a confident sense of storytelling and direction.

Lost, truly you are...like the wind...through my tree...I feel your breathe on my face...your body close to me...I can't look in your eyes...YOU'RE OUT OF MY LEAGUE!!!

Anyone?

Next music video project...

If you know who this dude is...



...then you know who were making a music video for this month.

The Host

This movie did so many things right, so many great decisions were made that challenged me during the viewing of this film.

There were also numerous decisions that perplexed me, and even turned me off to certain moments and elements the filmmaker brought into the story.

Some of the elements that I wasn't particularly fond of may have been due to culture differences, I wasn't prepared for moments of comedy that seemed a little innapropriate. Then again, when I pictured the film in english- some of the jokes seemed right out of a Larry the cable guy special.

But apart from the moments of humor that I could've done without- The Host was a really well executed film- with certain flaws that I feel kept it from being perfect.

There were things in this film, certain shots, certain well-paced sequences that I don't think could've come from an American filmmaker. At least, not a mainstream American filmmaker. Over here, genres are so processed, they are so clearly defined that a film that straddles the line between numerous genres is often looked at as confusing, muddy, or unsellable.

I shouldn't say it couldn't have come from an American filmmaker, I suppose I should say it couldn't have come from an American studio.

The film follows a Korean family as they attempt to rescue a young family member from a mutated creature that has been habitating in the local Han River.

The greatest performances come from the little girl who has been kidnapped by the monster, and her somewhat dimwitted father who struggles to be taken seriously by everyone around him- including his own family.

The reveal of the monster is clever and subtle. The score was at some times distracting and fellini-esque. The action was solid and believable. The special effects were at best- passable (never impressive) and at worst- Sci-Fi original quality.

It's a film that's worth seeing. I found myself wishing there were more "Hollywood" moments. I hate to say it, but my American sensibilities weren't served fully- and that may be a credit to the film and it's unwillingness to submit to predictability and cliche.

Demo Reel

Check it.

From the genius behind Dawn of the Dead...and some car commercials...

300.

Imax style.

40 feet of suck.

I think I saw a Mariah Carey video that might have had more slow-motion shots than in this film...or maybe it was Enrique Iglesias...meh, either way- their music videos were better than Zack Snyder's newest failed attempt at being something more than a commercial director.

You know, slow-motion doesn't always add tension or emotion (although I'm sure Zack Snyder wishes it does) especially when it's just...people walking in slow-motion, or guy eating sandwich in slow-motion.

Here's the lesson to learn :

You can't hide lack of story depth and directing skills in laborious over-stylization that we've already seen in ads for Xbox games and fifteen Subaru commercials that aired during the superbowl.

There's not even a point in comparing 300 to other films, because this "collection of moving images" doesn't even qualify as a film. It was a slew of fight sequences lazily strewn together to decieve audiences into thinking they were watching little more than an experimental art project gone lame.

If anything, the film exposes Frank Miller's writing to be what it's always been : supremely mediocre. The journey from comic to screen is always an awkward one for Miller's words. Actors never quite know how to deliver his lines (remember Britanny Murphy in Sin City? Or EVERY CHARACTER IN 300?).

Man that speech in the end was comical. In fact I laughed out loud more at this film than Reno 911 and Wild Hogs combined.

"What proffesion are you?"

"I'm sorry? Oh...potter...I make po-

"And what profession are you?"

"Uh, oh, I'm a sandwich artist at Subway I-"

We get the point. Got it. Soldiers. Right on. There should be a drinking game where you have to take a drink every time there's a shot of Gerard Butler turning around in slow-motion and saying something along the lines of-

"Alright...we're gonna have to bring it Sparta! Now think about this day...you're gonna want to remember it..I mean...wooh, big day guys...HUGE day...I mean in the big picture THIS day in particular wi-"

ALRIGHT!

This movie should have been called "Remember the Spartans" and Denzel should've coached Gerard on how to give a proper pep talk.

Oh and...will someone tell the makeup artist who did Freddie Rodriguez' fake muscley arm in Lady in the Water to stay away from hunchback effects in the future? Thanks. Also, the man/woman from The Crying Game did not make a convincing Xerxes, I think he was supposed to be cast as Buffalo Bill in the musical adaptation of Silence of the Lambs.

Am I scottish? Am I english? Am I actually a Spartan? Gerard Butler couldn't decide, I guess it didn't matter at the end of the day. What matters is that Zack Snyder, if left unthwarted- will next ruin The Watchmen for everyone while John August gears up to ruin Shazam...all the while Tim story is feverishly at work ruining Fantastic Four.

Any other comic properties left to ruin? Groo perhaps?

"They're kind of a big deal"

Could anything happen to make me more sick of the music video business?

Here's how it works- for those wondering. Label, management, someone calls you and tells you to think of an idea for a music video. All the while impressing upon you how important their client is...

"They have an upstream deal with Warner Bros. so..."

or

"They're opening for FOB this summer so..."

So...so...so WHAT? So I should think harder? I should create a concept somehow keeping the fact that their getting big in mind? The reason that is told to me by people, is to automatically put me on a tier lower. It's as if to say : "Andrew, some people are going to be shedding limbs to get this job so..."

So I have to care. What's funny is that- half of them don't go on to get "big" or "blow-up" and the ones that do, are still making sucky music videos today. They happened to be 250k worth of suckiness (which some would see as a victory for the band...I see as a travesty for our American artistic landscape).

So I ask the management, or label "bros" (they're always my best friend at first) if there's a specific direction they want me to go in creatively, they always respond one of two ways :

Either

"No man, just bring it, Bowserize it, we want to see what you got in that noggin of yours!"

or

"We're thinking like a TRL meets MCR meets Boys like Girls meets Summer-time jam with a twist of Ok Go! mixed in and a splash of Nelly (grills not Fertado) to be safe"

WHAT THE CRAP ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT? You know what? They don't even know what they're talking about. Inside every manager or label exec is a quivering naked child who doesn't know the first thing about the creative process to begin with. They don't know where ideas come from, how they form and gestate. They have no clue how to execute any ideas they do have- but they are good at yelling, and making demands that reference artists from 40 different genres.

So I listen to the song, get inspired, write a treatment.

and...they...are...SO NOT INTO IT.

After telling me that I could freakin' Black Stallion it, no fences no boundaries...they bring in the restraints.

"Yeah, Andrew, man not at all what we were thinking."

"Oh you were thinking something? Because you either told me you had no ideas, or your ideas made less sense than Million Dollar Baby winning best picture two years ago"

They spin me something about the lead singer being really into some artistic movement involving sculptures of purple lions dressed like Native American medicine men...and they want me to represent that flow...but without ever showing a lion...because there's no budget for a lion.

My point is I am always led in a direction that I can't go. They say "Do something violent without the violence!" or "Do something yellow without the yellow!"

These people are certifiably and unfortunately insane. Yet they run businesses, successful ones at that. Without ever actually knowing what they want ..."It's just...there's a dog in my head, and that's just not the dog"

Or they send me a link to a video that they want me to "do something like".

WHAT IN THE WORLD DOES THAT MEAN!!??

Never NEVER am I sent a link that is actually attached to a good video mind you, no they send me the latest Boys like Girls video, or the latest Darren Doane video or Shane Drake trainwreck.

You can't be inspired by something that is actually worse than anything you would ever accidentally step in while walking through a dog park.

You can only draw inspiration from things that ELEVATE you, not things that would require a frontal lobotomy to even sit through. The best inspirations don't even come from things you've seen, they come from your IMAGINATION, they are things yet UNSEEN...that's why it will be innovative, that's why there's geniuses in this world- they create things that we have yet to be exposed to 3,000 times in a row.

So we back and forth, they ask me to compromise and make something that doesn't make sense, or make something that caters to the lowest rung on the ladder- or they just say "this isn't gonna work"

You know what people? I knew that before you even called me.

What's the point?

What's the point of having a blogspot? The answer is simple, I want yet more places to type my unashamed unabashed opinions on art, society, and the world at large. Myspace just isn't enough people!

Also, I am in complete admiration of John Kricfalusi's blog, I visit it all the time and soak in every word and animated frame (even if I don't understand some of the more technical aspects of his opinions!)

This blog will be almost exclusively dedicated to my opinions on film, music, etc. As well as act as a more intimate running update on creative projects I am involved in (or pretend to be involved in). Enjoy! Welcome to my blogdom!