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We've just put up another teaser that I thought I'd share here as well. This clip has bits with Ira Robbins (of Trouser Press), musicians Dave Minehan and Jesse Malin, and George Skaubitis, a former Warners radio promoter. Enjoy!

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[livejournal.com profile] haddayr and I watched Trading Places last night (she'd never seen it before), and as we did, both of us were surprised at how much slower paced movies were back then.
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Ok, here's the deal -- I really hate asking for money but I'm going to do it anyway because it's for a movie I'm working on. So, if you're a fan of the Replacements or if you just like the idea of supporting indie filmmaking we've got a Kickstarter page for Color Me Obsessed that has been raising money for the movie over the past month and a half or so and it's only got 5 more days to go.

For thirty bucks you can get a DVD of the film a year before anyone else and see your name in the credits. For fifty you get the same along with a poster and for a hundred you get the DVD, your name in the credits, the poster and Color Me Obsessed T-shirt. You can also give more and see your name under the title Associate or Executive Producer, depending on the the amount.

Whatever we raise will help with travel expenses for when the crew comes out to Minneapolis so we're hoping to get enough to at least cover the trip (as for salaries, we're all working for free unless the movie makes any money, in which case we all get a percentage). If you'd like more information you can check out the official website, which has links to our blog and our Facebook page (as well as a link to a video tease of one of our first interviews).

And if you'd like to help us out, here's the Kickstarter page.

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In case anyone is interested, I've started another blog as part of my work on Color Me Obsessed, The Potentially True Story of The Replacements. It's new and only has two entries so far, but I'll be updating it on a regular basis from here on out. Today's entry is just an update regarding pre-production (and fundraising -- we've surpassed the 1K mark!), but in the next one I'll be giving quick profiles of the three interviews we're doing in NYC this Sunday (one of them is Jack Rabid, editor and publisher of The Big Takeover). Anyway, here's the link. I promise I'll do my best to keep it both entertaining and educational.

ETA: If you, dear reader, by any chance have your own Replacements story to tell and have no fear of telling it in front of a camera, feel free to shoot an email with the details to colormeobsessed@gmail.com.
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A few weeks ago I was asked to co-produce the first-ever documentary about the Replacements. The movie is called Color Me Obsessed and will tell the (potentially) true story of the Replacements through the eyes of their fans and fellow musicians. Like all films, we need money, which is why I'm posting about this.

The director of the film has set up a Kickstarter page to help raise that money. If you're interested in helping us out, you can do so for as little as $10 (and if you want to give more, at the $30 level, you can get yourself a nifty DVD screener of the finished film along with a "Special Thanks" in the end credits.)

Thank you for your patience. We will now return to our regular scheduled programming.
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There's a scene in the movie Exorcist III where a nurse on night duty routinely walks over to a room to check on it. As she goes inside, the security guard just outside in the hallway leaves, comes back, and then leaves again. When he does, the nurse steps back out of the room, locks the door, then turns and walks away. And that's the door opens behind her and a man carrying a large pair of shears quickly hurries behind her. Then the movie cuts away from the scene. It's a shocking moment in the film, partly because the buildup was so slow that the fright is unexpected. The rest of Exorcist III is rather dull, but this scene always stood out to me. Paranormal Activity is an entire movie's worth of those moments.

It's about a young couple, Katie and Micah. Ever since Katie was eight, something has been visiting her room at night. To find out what it is, Micah -- who is doubtful that it's anything more than kids peeping in their windows -- buys a video camera to document the nocturnal events. Suffice to say, it's not kids. Like The Blair Witch Project and Cloverfield, the movie is made up entirely of the footage they shot, and that adds to the creepiness because it helps make everything seem a bit more realistic (it's being compared to Blair Witch because of this, but believe me -- it's a hell of a lot better).

Here's a trailer (film quality of the actual movie is much better):

The movie is extremely low budget (shot for $15,000 in 2006) but the filmmakers do well with the little resources they have. I have to say, it scared the crap out of me when I got home to our dark house (and most of the people leaving the theater left with a bit of a dazed/freaked look on their faces) Right now, it's playing at midnight showings this weekend only in just a few select cities. If you like horror movies and have a chance to see it, it's worth the money (and the sleep deprivation).
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Why is it that people think just because they're at a horror movie, it's okay to talk whenever they want about whatever they want. Last night, I went to see Drag Me to Hell (which was very good, by the way), and my friend and I seemed to be the only two people not having a conversation, and I'm not just talking about talking to the screen or announcing to the theater the blatantly obvious such as "It's coming up the stairs!" (of which there was definitely a lot of). I'm talking about conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with the movie. Here's a sample:

"So when did you change your hair color?"

"I didn't -- it's always been like this."

"Really? I like it, but I swear it used to be a different color."

This was not at the beginning of the film, as the credits were rolling. This was halfway through the damn thing.

I have to say, the best experience I ever had at a theater watching a horror movie was when I saw 28 Days Later and I was the only person in the entire theater because I was at a 1:15 screening on a Tuesday afternoon. I really need to find a way to get to more of those.
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He was found sometime Thursday in his hotel room in Thailand, after hanging himself. He'll probably be most remembered for his role as Caine in Kung Fu, but it's his role as Frankenstein in Death Race 2000 that I'll always remember him for. Very sad news.
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I'm the one with the goofy grin (in case you were wondering)

If you're interested, you can pre-order the new DVD release of it at Amazon.

(by the way, [livejournal.com profile] haddayr thinks I was "the cutest 15 year old ever" -- just sayin')
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Before saying anything else, I really liked the opening credit montage and I thought the Dylan song worked well with it. I also thought that Jackie Earle Haley was great as Rorschach (though I must admit, there were a few times I couldn't help but see Moocher from Breaking Away but that had more to do with me than his performance). That said, I was kind of disappointed.

The rest under the cut in case of spoilers . . . )
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Of the movies I worked on as a teenager, Galactic Gigolo has to be the worst of them. It's about a broccoli from outer space who wins an all-expenses paid trip to Prospect, CT -- the horniest town in the galaxy. Some poor soul has actually written a review of it, complete with audio clips, stills and a brief clip from the film, which was shot in my mom's front yard in Connecticut (a bunch of the movie was filmed in the house as well).
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When I was a kid, this opening used to scare the crap out of me. It was the beginning to the movie show Chiller Theater that used to be on Channel 11 out of New York and played every Saturday night. Lots of times, the opening was scarier than the movie that followed. It seems like I always watched it when my parents visited their friends in Litchfield, CT. The house where they lived was an old one and kind of creeped me out. I have no idea if it actually was haunted but if it wasn't, it should have been. That place haunted my dreams for years. When we'd visit, the grown-ups would sit in the kitchen socializing and while they played cards, drank beer and smoked pot, I'd be sit in the spooky old living room watching that hand emerge from it's bloody swamp, too terrified to move or speak. God, how I loved it.

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My friend, Gorman, has inherited the reins to a documentary about the Replacements as seen through the eyes of their fans, called Color Me Obsessed. I mention this because right now there's only enough footage for a short film and he'd like to expand it to feature length so he's coming out to Minneapolis this May to film and interview. If anyone in Minneapolis (or elsewhere) is at all interested, here's an ad he placed on craigslist along with how to contact him:


Basically, he's looking for "people to sit down in front of the camera with me for thirty minutes, an hour, however long it’ll take, and tell me their Replacements stories. Especially people who knew the band, saw the band, played on the same bill as the band, drank with the band, lived next door, anything and everything…WITH the band members. You get the picture. (You can love them…be indifferent…even hate them.)"
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When I was a kid growing up in Connecticut, I used to spend my summers with my grandparents. Aside from enjoying my time with them, one of the perks was that they had cable and, because they had cable, we could watch the independent New York stations like Channels 11 and 9. Now, Channel 11 had the great cartoons and old TV shows during the afternoon but at night, Channel 9 was the one to watch because they used to show a ton of old Hammer horror films.

On one Wednesday night, when I was maybe nine or ten, I was sitting in the living room with my grandparents and we had the TV tuned to Channel 9. At eight, on came a Hammer film I hadn't seen before, which was rare because usually they just showed one of the Dracula series. It was called Vampire Circus. I loved the Hammer films because they were a lot more gruesome and dark than the typical fare shown on television, but they didn't usually frighten me -- not like nightmare-inducing frighten or running-through-the-hall-at-night-because-the-monster-was right-behind-you frighten -- they just kind of creeped me out or gave me the chills. Vampire Circus, for some reason, was different. Right from the beginning there was something horribly sinister about the film, even the idea -- that a circus of traveling vampires comes to town and kills off the villagers -- terrified me. My grandparents weren't usually the type to monitor what I or my sister watch -- we saw plenty of movies that were probably a little too old for us -- but for some reason, this one bothered them and they switched it off. It never did any good to argue with them -- their word was always final and arguing or pleading only made things worse -- so I sat and watched whatever show or movie they put on and just wondered what might be happening in Vampire Circus, wishing I could flip the TV back.

For years, I've searched for that film -- I'd scour the TV listings, look for it at video stores, ask friends if they'd ever seen it -- but I never had any luck. Tonight, though, for whatever reason, I was thinking about Vampire Circus again and it occurred to me that I'd never checked YouTube. Why not? I thought. YouTube always seems to have stuff like that. Lo and behold, a Hammer horror film fan from the UK had kindly posted the entire movie! This is even more exciting than when I finally found the Dr. Strange TV pilot -- I am in Horror Geek Heaven!
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When I was in grade school, one of the most exciting days in the school year was when the teacher wheeled the film projector down the hall from the library and told us that it was a movie day. We'd pull our desks or tables away from the center of the room to make a large space on the floor. Then, after the teacher had pulled down the screen in front of the blackboard, she'd turn off the lights and we'd gather on the floor.

Under the flicker of the projector, I sat mesmerized by the antics of Uncle Smiley or some nature film about the desert. The best film of them all, though, had to be Paddle to the Sea. Each year, starting in second grade, we'd watch it at least once and sometimes twice, if we were lucky.

I loved watching the boy carve out his toy canoe and carefully paint it, then send it down a stream with the instructionswritten carefully on the bottom to put put the canoe back in the water so that it could reach the sea should anyone happen to find it. And though the wooden Indian in the canoe remained expressionless throughout the entire film, his face seemed to change as he reached each new point on his journey to the ocean.

Today, I found a site dedicated to the book and movie. I'd always thought that the movie was a true story -- that some Indian boy who lived far from the sea really had carved this beautiful little boat and figure and sent him on a journey to the ocean so that, even though the boy could never see what it looked like, his wooden figure could. Apparently, though, I was wrong. Still, if you go to the website, there is a link where you can download the film for free (as well as read the book online or order it and the film). So, for those of you who also remember Paddle to the Sea, enjoy!
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I have now seen the trailer for your re-do of Death Race 2000 twice and all I can ask is "Why?"  Why remake this film?  Why turn it into some crappy cross-breed of The Fast and the Furious and The Running Man?  Did you watch the original and think, "Gee, this would be a great movie if we just got rid of all the campiness and black humor"?

People who are so hard up for new ideas that they have to cannibalize other movies simply to turn a dollar should be strapped into movie seats and forced to watch and re-watch  a Tron marathon until their souls sink into the depths of the sticky gummi bear/coke/popcorn mixture that resides at their feet and they swear to never even look at camera again for fear of being forced to sit through a Pauly Shore retrospective.

Hellboy II

Jul. 15th, 2008 01:55 pm
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Had some really pretty imagery, some beautiful cinematography, some decent fight scenes, and some really neat creatures.  It was enjoyable to look at.  Past that, though, the film seriously sucked ass.  Abe is a simpering C-3PO with emotions who stumbles and stammers his way around serving no real purpose in the film except to act as a cute Merman friend to Hellboy.  Johann Krauss is a  buffoonish robot who emits gas (literally) and acts and sounds much more like the oafish Johann in an oversized body from a recent B. P. R. D. run (if you read the comic you know what I mean) than a thoughtful psychic who lost his body.  The Hellboy/Liz Sherman romance is completely ham-fisted and unbelievable.  There were several moments (well, more than several, actually) where I could do nothing but roll my eyes and be thankful that I only wasted $5 on the dreck I was listening to (again, it really was very pretty to watch, with the exception of the atrocious Hellboy as a child scene that [livejournal.com profile] snurri described in his post about the movie.  If I could have turned the sound off I think I would have been a lot happier).  The story itself meandered to and fro, wasting time with tangential scenes of romance, and resolved itself in a manner that most viewers will probably figure out at least half an hour into the film.

There are two things that I really like about the Hellboy and B. P. R. D. comics.  One, the stories are interesting.   They blend myth and pulp into the type of  tale you'd expect to find in some cheesy 1950's paperback collection, complete with a sensational cover filled with monsters and men with guns, the type of story that you pick up because it was only ten cents at a yard sale and you figure you'll read it when you're bored and once you do read it, you're pleasantly surprised because that pulpy story  is actually well written and reading it turns out to be a pretty decent way to spend your summer afternoon at the lake.  Second, the relationships between the characters really aren't based on romance.  The people/beings who populate the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense are all misfits and outcasts who really have no place in the world at large.  They are each the only one of their kind (as far as they know, at least), who have found each other through their work in this government agency and, for the most part, they really do care about one another.  Together, they have formed a de facto family.  But these relationships are usually shown in their down time between missions.  They don't take over the story unless they really are the story, if that makes any sense.  Hellboy II really has neither of these.  It's a clumsy, sloppy, yet beautifully photographed, melodramatic soap opera.

(Now maybe if they'd added giant, mutant, robotic gorillas . . .)
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I have been a huge Dr. Strange fan since I was about six and I picked up a Giant Size collection of Dr. Strange stories from a newsstand in Milford, CT when my family was visiting friends.  The only reason I'd gotten it was because my mother had told me I could buy a comic book and this was one of the few places that carried the Giant Size comics.  That day there were only two -- a Captain America I already had and a Dr. Strange.  Reluctantly, I got the comic and let it sit for about a year.  Every now and then I'd look into it but the pictures were usually too frightening (especially Nightmare) or the stories to weird to follow.  Eventually, though, I overcame my fear and figured out what was going on and Dr. Strange became my absolute favorite comic book hero.

In 1978, I saw in the TV guide that there was going to be a movie on Friday night (CBS, maybe?) called Dr. Strange.  I would hunt the weekly TV guide regularly to find anything that resembled a super hero movie.  Often, I'd be burned (I still remember seeing Letterman and being brutally disappointed that it was a talk show -- this was when Dave was on in the morning) but sometimes, I'd hit the jackpot.  There was no description with Dr. Strange and for all I knew it was a hospital drama but I asked my mother if I could stay up to watch it (it was late) on the off chance that this was the Dr. Strange.  She said no and I badgered here for the next few days.  Friday came and still the answer was no.  I remember sitting in front of the TV as the beginning started and then being sent off to bed.

"It'll be on again," my mother said.

The next day at baseball practice, I asked my comics friend, John Lucas, if he'd seen it.  He said yes and then he told me it was actually the comic book Dr. Strange and it was cool and awesome and spectacular and he'd loved it a lot.  I scoured the TV guide looking for a rerun of that movie for years but it was never on again.  And I've scoured the internet looking for anything about it but came up with nothing but a short scene posted on YouTube until today.

Today I found out that someone has recently posted the entire movie to YouTube.  I am in disbelief.  Finally, after all these years, I have found my Dr. Strange Holy Grail!  But that's not all, because I also found that a Dr. Strange feature film has been announced for 2010 directed by Guillermo del Toro and written by Neil Gaiman.  I feel like I've hit the jackpot!


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