The Tory Party

Creative use of the term “Amusement”

What does ESB stand for?

Extra Sensory Berception

What does BMT stand for?

Bemergency Medical Technician

These are making me LOL. I don’t know why. I apologize in advance, and retroactively.

I could go on, but I shouldn’t.

Beaux Arts 2007

Somewhere after all the portfolio-reviewing and movie-making, before the flu-like symptoms that made me miss work for the second time in a year, I worked in a little thing called Beaux Arts.

Scott and I dressed as Fred and Wilma — Pebbles and Bam Bam were pure delightful coinkydink.

For the whole deranged experience, click on the bloody Richey:

Art Department Portfolio Review

Here are two Facebook galleries from today’s Art Department Portfolio Review. AHN-JOY!

Gallery #1

Gallery #2

Winston Churchill

Notes from The Hank Effect - Day 3

We wrapped about 5 PM, and it’s about 6 as I type this.

I am shell-shocked in the most delightful way. I wept during one beautiful take as I watched my beautiful actors kiss their beautiful kiss in my DP’s beautiful shot, because I loved these characters and I knew I was never going to see them again.

I hope that’s a good sign.

I am happy behond my wildest dreams. For no reason other than their own gumption, about thirty people came today to work their asses off.

The whole reason I started trying to do this movie was because I knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work alongside all this talent. Even if I never get another chance to direct a movie, it was worth it. It was unforgettable.

If today had been the only good day, it would have been worth it. If yesterday had been the only good day, it would have been worth it. If Thursday had been the only good day, it would have been worth it.

If the shoot had been miserable and only the rehearsals had been enjoyable, it would have been worth it.

If the shoot and the rehearsals had been miserable and only the pre-production had been educational, it would have been worth it.

But every hour of this production was worth it, and I am proud of and pleased out of my mind with everyone who threw their time and sweat into The Hank Effect.

I’m working on a theory about directing. Growing up, y’ever make sugar crystals? You pour hot water in a cup and mix in sugar until you can’t mix in anymore. Then you tie a thread to a stick, prop the stick on the cup and let the thread hang in the water.

Then when the water cools, the sugar settles out onto the thread.

A director is just the stick. The stick’s only job is to understand the story, which is the thread. If the stick is lucky, she can get all these floating molecules of talent to do little trust falls onto the thread. All together, they can make something beautiful.

I hope I’ve done justice to all my talent molecules. I can’t wait to find out.