I was whining about the fact that with streaming and all, it's purported to be a brand new game, but funding, making and distributing content is still apparently a nearly impossible to access, walled kingdom of "insiders". Well that's how it seems when you find yourself trying to find a way to talk to Reese Witherspoon's hot yoga instructor. Full disclosure, when I started this post I was intending on placing "the deck" for our project right here for all to see as an example of "openness." However, as I come to the end of this paragraph I find myself holding back. Come on... nobody really steals ideas.... "And the check is in the mail." "And I won't..."
I just wish there was a clean access point. How do you move forward without wading through this "show biz" goo? How do you stop the goo from drowning the joy and magic of a great idea? No matter how noble the cause and quality of the team involved with these kind of speculative projects I often feel like Ed Wood trying to get Bela Lugosi to wrestle the rubber octopus in, "Plan 9 From Outerspace"... oh wait sorry, "Bride of the Monster."
Here's the scene with the amazing, sweet and now sadly departed Martin Landau playing Lugosi in Tim Burton's film. Blatant name drop: I got to "work with" (meaning I was a 20 year nincompoop who some how talked his way on to some pretty sacred terrain) Mr. Landau on a John Cassavetes project, way, way, way back in the day. Jeez I guess that was a double name drop. Oh well so be it. Pssst... and Peter Falk, and Gena Rowlands and a pre right wing lunatic John Voight too.
This scene is a little too close to the general production value of my introduction to feature film production. Shot in a gravel pit near Chimayo, New Mexico which was standing in for somewhere in deepest Columbia, "Monster" featured torch wielding, rampaging, "natives" wearing serapes and sombreros, chanting, "Burn heem! Burn heem! Burn the producer! I have seen the budget!"