Monday, September 26, 2005

How I Spent My Saturday





My friend Alisa asked for some help on a project she's been doggedly nursing for at least several months. She is developing a feature about one of the stories in the Book of Mormon. On Saturday, we filmed a few pages of the script as it now stands, by way of a promotional fundraising film. As this was being done for almost no money, the crew and cast was small. It is a credit to Alisa's talents as both film director and friend that there were those willing to volunteer a Saturday to help begin the birthing process of this project.
Admittedly, a couple of times in the last month I was less than enthusiastic about "giving up" a Saturday, but as I was driving to the studio a little after seven in the morning, baby in tow, I experienced a growing feeling of excitement and I remembered why I went to film school. I love this stuff! And I love the feeling on a set where the cast and crew are there for the joy of filmmaking.
A was the art director and his only assistant was Mason. It was a family affair. Even Moira content to be in her stroller all day.
I helped with some casting in the weeks prior to the shoot and the day of I documented the day with a video camera and a couple of still cameras. I only right now have access to the photos I took with one of the cameras, and at Alisa's request, I'll only post a couple of them.
However, if you or anyone you know would like to invest in the feature, you'll get to see what was shot on Saturday as well as the pictures and video I shot!

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Stories Are Important

The other night, A and I were discussing novels and film. We talked about why we read and/or watch movies. I said that we learn when we read books and watch movies and that's why we keep reading books and watching movies. He contends that the only reason he reads or watches movies is simple entertainment. He goes to the movies to forget his life and be absorbed in something fun. (A, if you read this and I've misrepresented your thoughts, please feel free to comment and rectify.)The reader will notice that I am currently reading a book by Azar Nafisi. In this book she says, "...what we search for in fiction is not so much reality but the epiphany of truth." This perhaps sounds very high minded, but really, why do we return again and again to story if not because on some deep spiritual level, we need it. Granted, I do not say, "Let's go see Batman Begins. I can't wait to see what I'll learn from it." But I am always grateful when I do leave a film (or finish a book) and feel I have greater insight in to myself or the world in which I live.
Robert McKee, the well known instructor of screenwriting, has much to say on this subject. And I agree with him, so I will quote him. Robert McKee"To retreat behind the notion that the audience simply wants to dump its troubles at the door and escape reality is a cowardly abandonment of the artist's responsibility. Story isn't a flight from reality but a vehicle that carries us on our search for reality, our best effort to make sense out of the anarchy of existence."
I love stories. I love to imagine myself as a hero. I love to get angry at well formed villians. I love that I can laugh and cry and roll my eyes at idiocy. Why, though? Because the stories resonate with my life experience. And often resonate with the life experience that I can no longer remember. Jesus taught in parables so that each person could take meaning from it on the level of understanding he had acheived. Reading a book or watching a movie is never the same twice.
Robert McKee said that humans are constantly trying to understand our exsistence. We have done it through philosophy, science, religion and art. "But today who reads Hegel and Kant without an exam to pass? Science, once the reat explicator, garbles life with complexity and perplexity. Who can listen without cynicism to economists, sociologists, politicians? Religion, for many, has become an empty ritual that masks hypocrisy. As our faith in traditional ideologies diminishes, we turn to the source we still believe in: the art of story...Our appetite for story is a reflection of the profound human need to grasp the patterns of living, not merely as an intellectual exercise, but within a very personal, emotional experience. In the words of playwright Jean Anouilh, 'Fiction gives life its form.'"
So am I not entertained when I go to the movies? Do I approach each work of fiction as a tool to comprehend the complexity and chaos of life? No, of course not. That is why stories are so powerful. They are entertaining. Maybe I do escape my life in the midst of the experience. But they stay with me. I accept and reject their ideologies. I change my perspective after having seen or read some stories. Over time, much of my character is shaped as a result of assimilating stories.
It is too bad some squander this awesome stewardship by creating empty, vapid works. But, on the other hand, perhaps what is empty and vapid to one could be very meaningful to another.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

"I'm Mad as Hell, And I'm Not Going to Take It Anymore!"


By the time I publish this, the news could be too old to make the point. On Friday September 3, 2005, NBC aired a live special to help raise funds for Hurricane Relief. Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Harry Connick, Jr., and Aaron Neville performed in between celebrities’ pleas to the American public to dig into its ample pockets to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Celebrities read from a teleprompter desperate statistics of the American Red Cross’s efforts to rescue and relieve. Most of the celebrities were appropriately and solemnly dressed in black blazer; neat and somewhat nicer than street clothes. Then comes Kayne West with Mike Myers. Mike wore the aforementioned black blazer. Mr. West was wearing a trashy striped rugby jersey. I could tell already that we could expect nothing but disrespec’ from this trouble maker. (I read up on him, and apparently, he’s the one responsible for making popular the annoying and, I think, plagiaristic, practice of trying to make hip hop more legit by ripping off other people’s hit songs and sticking them in the middle of the hip hop stuff that I just don’t get---sorry, folks, maybe it’s cuz I’m Scandinavian by heritage. I can neither get down nor jump.)
Back to the telethon. On cue, Mike Myers read seriously from the prompter. Then it was Kayne’s turn. It was immediately obvious that he was not going to read from the teleprompter. Here are some of the things he said: Whenever we see a black man on television, they’re looting. And all the white people are shown helping people. I’m going to talk to my business manager and see how much I can give. (What, and still keep your Hummer and bling?) Then he said something about the Bush administration not helping black people.
Mike Myers remained admirably composed, although, I think I did see fear in his eyes. Just as I was beginning to think they were never going shut the troglodyte up, it was Mike’s turn again, who dutifully read from the teleprompter, trying to salvage the wreck. Ah, but our esteemed grammy winner was not done yet. He got in one more sentence before they finally switched cameras to a startled, improvising Chris Carter. His last words (and hopefully the last words he’s EVER allowed to say live) were, “George Bush hates black people.”
I’ve been thinking about exactly why this bothered me for a few days now and I’ve come to this conclusion. I hate when people push their own political agendas in inappropriate forums. Mr. West’s behavior was self serving and inflammatory.
One event that stars are notorious for abusing happens early each Spring in LaLa Land: the Academy Awards. Celebrities, understand this: you are receiving an award for outstanding achievement in FILMMAKING, not for raising social awareness.
If you want to say your peace, write a blog!
End of Sermon.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

I Like Food



Up in the lunchroom where I sometimes work, the multimedia folks were talking about whether or not there would be food when we are living on the other side of the veil. One argued that Jesus ate with the disciples after he was resurrected, which would indicate we could eat if we wanted to. I say, it ain't heaven if there ain't no food!
Here are some foods that I would require in my version of heaven:
cheesecake
dark chocolate
cream of wheat (yes, cream of wheat! Lay off, it's comfort food!)
real mashed potatoes
Cafe Rio's Tres Leches
Mountain Land Vanilla yogurt
pasta
What would you require?
Also, along the lines of food, I would like to share with you some of my favorite restaurants along the Wasatch Front and what I like to eat there!

Ottavio's 69 E. Center St., Provo
Italian
Favorite Dish: Pollo Penne Pesto--It's got pine nuts!
And for Dessert: Zabione (I doubt that I spelled that right.)
Something Special: On weekend nights you're treated to a roving accordianist.

Art City Trolley 256 N. Main, Springville
American
Favorite Dish: The Real McCoy Salad or Trolley Chicken Sandwich
Appetizer: The best buffalo wings ever!
And for Dessert: Russian Cream (She only has this when she's done some catering)
Something Special: Eating in the Trolley car

Thai Ruby 744 E. 820 N., Provo
Thai
Favorite Dish: Pad Thai or Massaman Curry (Better yet, both!)
And for Dessert: Sticky rice and mango
Not so Special: Very little parking

La Carreta 1605 S. State, Orem
Peruvian
Favorite Dish: Tallarines Mixto
Appetizer: Papas a la huancaina
Something Special: all food is cooked to order by the Peruvian lady who owns the place

Zupas 408 W. 2230 N., Provo
Soups and Salads
Favorite Dish: Nuts About Berries salad and Tomato Basil soup with Orzo
Something Special: You get some fresh baked bread and a chocolate covered strawberry with every meal!

The Cinegrill 344 S. 300 E., Salt Lake City
Italian
Favorite Dish: Continental Lasagna with the Cinegrill tossed green salad
Something Special: Live dinner music every night

Rusted Sun Pizzeria 2010 S. State, Salt Lake City
Pizza, etc.
Favorite Dish: Ham and Pineapple Calzone with green peppers added
And for Dessert: Root beer float (made with Breyer's vanilla ice cream)
Something Special: ANY calzone there is something special!

New York Burrito 934 N. State, Orem
Burritos, wraps, etc.
Favorite Dish: Marinated chicken burrito - tomato basil tortilla w/ black beans & spanish rice
And for Dessert: Sub-zero icecream made with custard with pina colada strawberry mix-ins
Something Special: The ice cream is made in front of you using liquid nitrogen to freeze fresh cream or custard or yogurt

Two to Tango 180 W. Center, Orem
Argentine
Favorite Dish: Milanesa Napolitana or Milanesa Completa sandwich
And for Dessert: an eclair type thing filled with dulce de leche
Something Special: LOTS of yummy looking fresh pastry options for dessert

MMMM... All this talk of food has made me very hungry.
Go out and try these places and let me know what you think!