Tuesday
3-23-99
Someone
from the Next Wave office called today asking for a mailing
address. Sounds to me like they need to know where to send the
polite rejection letter. But who knows, maybe they’ll surprise
me.
I
think I landed two jobs today. The first one is a recruiting
video for a computer company. I got this job through Viet
and we’re going to shoot it and edit it as a team. The second
job is shooting a promo video for a gun dealer that Rob Gasper
works for on occasion. I’m basically covering my expenses and
getting paid with a Navy Seal style sawed off shotgun.
Friday
APRIL 2, 1999
No
surprises from Next Wave. They sent a polite hand written
rejection letter (it’s the new thing in rejection letters, Barna
informs me).
Barna’s
been talking with Richard Linklater about helping us
find a rep for the film, it looks like he’s going to help us
out. He recommends John Pierson. Speaking of, John
called in reply to the email I sent him that contained some
of the good reviews we’d gotten and he wants to see the film.
The
number one objective for us right now is finding a rep for Rock
Opera. We’re making a shitload of tapes and press/information
folders with bios, the reviews and other such propaganda.
Another
possible option we’re looking at is to screen Rock Opera
at the either the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema or the Dobie
Theater in the near future. The Alamo has beer, but the
Dobie has better projection. Who knows if Landmark, the
new owners of the Dobie will even give a shit.
Projection
issues and timing led Barna to arranged a meeting with
Scott Dinger, the long-time owner who’d recently sold
the theater to Landmark and still acts as manager (at
least for another two weeks). We figured that if we have any
chance of the Dobie, it’ll have to be through Scott.
So we met and talked and Scott sounds interested, but
he no longer makes those decisions. The folks out in LA LA land
call those shots, however Scott does have a certain level
of influence considering that he’s run that theater for one
hell of a long time.
I’m
back in the editing room. After the three South by South
Test-screenings I found some things I would like to change.
I want to speed some thing up and make it a bit more snappy.
I also found a bunch of ways to make it more tense. I’d like
to cut out at least seven minutes, but I think I can chop out
more. Maybe cut out the crap that’s not relative to the plot,
in the interest of getting the ball rolling sooner. So, for
the next few days, I’ll be tightening up a bit (at least I didn’t
spend the cash to cut the negative yet).
Whenever
I get finished cutting Rock Opera, I’m gunna make
the Fuckemos a video with the movie footage and the super
8 stuff I shot of them back in October. I think I’ll do one
for Voltage too. I have some super 8 footage of them
from the biker fest and some from Bates Motel.
Tuesday,
April 6, 1999
Talked
to Scott Dinger at the Dobie about screening Rock
Opera there in the summer. He’s going to look over the
tape and propaganda and see if wants to push it on those who
make the calls.
We
got our first bad review courtesy of Film Threat:
ROCK
OPERA (NR)
*1/2
Even
though Austin bills itself as "The Live Music Capital of
the
World,"
I bet the Chamber of Commerce won't be using Bob Ray's
plodding
and disjointed "Rock Opera" in its next promotional campaign.
One
of two things went wrong here. Either rookie director Ray
badly
rushed
post-production on "Rock Opera" in order to have it ready
to
screen
at SXSW, or, more frightening, he's trapped in some pot
smoke-induced stupor
and actually thinks it's done. Let's hope the
latter
isn't the case, because buried deep inside the disorganized
mess
screened
at the fest, is actually the kernel of a pretty funny film.
It
just
needs an objective editor to take another swipe at it...
with a
REALLY
sharp machete.
Toe
(Jerry Don Clark) has decided it's time to take his rock
band
PigPoke
on tour. Of course, mounting a roadshow requires cash;
something
that Toe's a little bit short of. Ever the entrepreneur,
he
decides
to step up his marijuana distribution network to raise the
necessary
funds. After he loses the $400 advance his supplier
reluctantly
provided him - never mix pleasure with work, especially
when
mind-altering chemicals
are involved - he sets out on an ill-advised
delivery
to recoup the cash which goes disastrously awry.
Doesn't
sound that bad, does it? Well, once the film finally reaches
this
point, it's not. Though it's still a little bong-watered
down,
there
are a few funny moments once the story finally gets going.
The
problem is GETTING to that point. For the first forty minutes
or
so,
we're stuck listening to lame pot jokes and watching even
lamer
cheap
video effects simulate being stoned. The odd thing is, by
the
time
the story finally gains some traction and starts slogging
forward,
your
sense of time is so distorted, you feel stoned; like you've
become
one
with the theater. Pass the nachos... and that machete.
Of
course, the first thing I did was get all pissed off at the
shitty review. After all, it ragged on me personally for the
first half the write up. Any way, the timing is good, seeing
as that’s what in the process of fixing right now.
Saturday,
april 17, 1999
Well
I took a while off from editing to let myself forget what I
did. I cut seven minutes out of the film and hadn’t seen it
since. I watched it today and I really like what I did. The
film was so much tighter and it got me excited again. I noticed
that some of the stuff I thought was pretty good, now seems
slow. So I found a bunch of new ways to fix it up and 86 some
more of the slow spots.
I
met up with Tim League from the Alamo Draft House
Cinema the other day. He’s the owner of the joint. Tim
saw Rock Opera at the SXSW screening and
really liked it and has been wanting to screen it at the Alamo
ever since. We finally sat down and talked over some issues
and agreed to give it an unlimited theatrical run at his theater.
Basically, it’ll screen as long as it’s supported. We’re planning
a big two day opening with a band playing before each screening
on Friday August 27th and Saturday the 28th.
I figure The Fuckemos, Voltage, Pocket FishRmen, and
16 Deluxe would work pretty good. In the mean time we’re
going to sticker up the town.
On
an unrelated note, a while back I entered this contest where
you write up a one minute commercial for the local beer company
Celis. They pick three winners to make their scripts
into commercials and throw a budget of ten grand at you with
stipulation that winner keeps what cash isn’t spent.
For
my entry, I basically re-worked the Six Pack of Whup Ass
film that I never finished making into a Celis commercial.
Four guys drinking a six pack and kung fu fighting for the last
two beers. I think the "no gratuitous violence" clause in the
rules didn’t help my case. Needless to say, I didn’t win. But
I landed a job as DP on one of the spots that did win. Apparently
the guys who were sort of pre-judging the entries liked my the
footage that I showed them as a sample of my work and they talked
me up real good to one of the fellas that did win..
I
meet up with the guys running the show, Mike Hamm
the writer-director of the spot, "Dirty Bob and Me"
and Dave Bennett the producer, I gave them a tape and
hired on as the DP and camera operator and later as the editor.
I convinced them to save money and edit at Barna’s suite
and let me cut it. They saw something else that they liked off
my reel as well, Jerry. They asked "Who is that guy you
use in all your movies? He’s great." "Oh, Jerry, Yeah he’s bad
ass, He’s a great actor……" A few days and a casting call later,
Jerry’s selling Celis along side Dirty Bob,
his cat. We start shooting on Monday.
Oh
Yeah, I think now I’ll use the Six Pack of Whup Ass
idea for a Squat Thrust music video. A big dorky fight
to the tune of "You Like Karate."
Thursday,
april 29, 1999
The
Chronicle has finally posted the post SXSW
review on their web site:
ROCK
OPERA
Dir/scr/ed:
Bob Ray; Prod: Barna Kantor; Exec Prod: Nicole Ray, Bob
Ray; Co-exec Prod: Tamas Kovacs, Victor Soares, Kurtis Machler;
DP: Jackson Saunders; Cast: Jerry Don Clark, Ted Jarrell,
Russel Porter, Chad Holt, Paul Wright, Louis Olmeda, Rob
Gasper, Steve Gervitch, Kurtis Machler.
PigPoke
needs to go on tour. As long as pot smokers are around,
it shouldn't be a problem to raise money, $25 at a time,
right? It would seem easy, but head PigPoker Toe gets too
far into debt to his dealer and things get more complicated.
After a bout with a dart-administered big-game tranquilizer
that leaves him prostrate in the gravel with an empty wallet,
he's sent to Del Rio on an errand to settle things up. From
there, of course, things only get much, much worse for the
unfortunate bagman. Rock Opera turns into a hysterically
funny slacker caper movie filled with a stale-beer Austin-underbelly
ambianceof pawnshops, shabby apartments, and punk rock bars
(trombone slingers the Fuckemos do a song of which Sousa
would not have approved), all traveled by our hapless reefer-befogged
hero Toe. Like Slacker, its locations and attitude are all
very familiar to us Austin denizens, but its plot twists,
characters, and direction should carry it well past the
Travis County line. —Jerry Renshaw
Tuesday,
May 25, 1999
We
finished the Celis spot. I was the cinematographer, camera
man, gaffer, grip, editor, and depending on who you ask, the
director too. That’s all I have to say about that.
I’m
back in the edit room after another few weeks away from it.
I still haven’t been able to do all the re-cutting that I wanted
to since the SXSW screening. I come in late at night
when possible, staying until 4 or 5 A.M. Tonight I went in to
edit and the computer system crashed six times in two hours.
I finally threw in the towel and decided to give it another
shot tomorrow.
I’m
about two-thirds of the way finished with the re-edit and the
film is now a tight ass 83 minutes long. I’m going to do a few
more experiments, but I don’t think it’ll get much shorter.
I
re-cut the trailer and gave a copy to Tim at the Alamo.
He’s been screening it with the other trailers.
Mireille
Fornego, a fellow Cinemaker Co-op member and a U.T.
film student made a 10 minute "Making of Rock Opera"
documentary. It’s really good. I’m going to send a copy to John
Pierson and see if he’ll play it on Split Screen.
Saturday,
june 19, 1999
Me
and Jerry took a trip down to San Antonio. John Pierson
was in town promoting Split Screen and the Independent
Film Channel. He harassed me for not yet sending him a tape
of the Rock Opera. I told him it wasn’t finished,
but I’d send him a copy when I got back to Austin. I introduced
Jerry and John says "I liked your acting in Sweetroll’s."
Jerry’s head swelled. After screening some Split
Screen segments John did a little Q&A and
even plugged Rock Opera. Jerry asked him
about his bad experience repping Rob Weiss (read John’s
book for more info) and John summed it up with "Rob
Weiss is a putz."
The
Celis spot has been showing during the NBA and
NHL playoffs. All kinds of folks are congratulating Jerry
and myself.
I’m
not sure Jerry can handle people telling him that he’s good.
Despite his attempted modesty, I think he might be turning into
an egomaniacal Frankenstein’s monster. Most notable when he’s
drunk. His motivation is to be able to drink free beer in any
bar in town and have everyone kiss his ass after Rock
Opera shows at the Alamo.
I
mailed out a tape to Pierson. No news yet.
I
also entered Rock Opera into the Independent
Feature Film Market (IFFM). I talked to Rick Linklater
and John Pierson about whether it was worth the upwards
of $500 entry fee. The both were straddling the fence on the
issue. But leaning to the "I guess so" side. So I bit the bullet
and charged up the credit card.
On
Tuesday, I went in to lock the picture and the computer started
acting up again.
I’m
kind of glad that the computer fucked up because I having a
hard time deciding whether or not to leave the Drag Race in
the film. It’s not in the current version and it doesn’t seem
to be missed. I think the scene is kind of interesting and funny,
but it has nothing to do with the plot. Maybe I’ll shorten it
up, stick it back in and see how it works.
Tim
at the Alamo has been playing the Rock Opera
trailer and says the response has been good.
Sergio
Alcocer, the head honcho over at Latin Works ad agency
(the folks in charge of the Celis commercials), has offered
to design a poster for Rock Opera.
I’ve
been working as a bouncer at Stubb’s in order to make
ends meet. Speaking of jobs, Jerry finally got one. He’s
selling reptiles and other exotic pets at Zoo Keeper.
He’s perfectly suited for it too. He used to have a bunch of
snakes and is really into that kind of stuff.
A
friend and fellow filmmaker, Viet was planning on shooting
his first feature in July (with me as DP), but he’s decided
to push back to the fall. He wants to fine tune the script.
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