365 1/7

 

The debauched ethics of all casino magnates, including Trump, define the dark, petulant heart of America. Our schools and libraries lack funding, our infrastructure is a wreck, drug addiction and suicide are an epidemic, and we flee toward the promise of magic, unchecked hedonism, and perpetual stimulation. 

There is a pathological need in America to escape the dreary and the depressing.

365 1/4

I could live forever

With you perfectly 

You don't ever

Have to make a fuss over me

365 9/21

So while you're imitating Al Capone

I'll be Nina Simone

Garden State Film Festival in Atlantic City, 2014

Over the weekend, the Fictional Films team attended the Garden State Film Festival in Atlantic City.

We had two short films, Not Fade Away and A Special Kind of Magic, accepted.

Years ago I attended the Garden State Film Festival with my short You or Me.  Then, the festival was in Asbury Park, NJ.  The festival had sprouted up as a part of Asbury Park's revitalization.  Although the festival was small, shifting basically between the Asbury Park convention hall and the hotel Berkeley along the boardwalk, I really enjoyed the atmosphere, the beach in the Spring, the homegrown movies, and their ambition.

365 4/6

Put your makeup on and fix your hair up pretty

365 4/5

Tell her that I'm easily found

Set The DVR! - Inside the American Mob

The episodes of Inside the American Mob that I shot last Spring premieres on National Geographic this Sunday at 9pm!  

Here's the info listed on the official webpage:

Nirvana: Live at the Paramount

Last night I watched Nirvana’s Live at the Paramount.  The concert was filmed on Halloween of 1991.  I was stunned by how fresh and direct the band still sounded, how young they looked, and how the music still resonates.  The movie brilliantly captures the last moment of the band before they became superstars. 

My last Halloween at The Village of Pine Run was in 1991.  Pine Run was a rough community of townhouses and apartments that sat on the wrong side of the old train tracks.  We had lived there since I was four. 

In ’91, I was a junior in High School.  On Halloween after school, I worked out in the weight room.  I caught a ride home from Jamie Skelly.  We listened to Public Enemy’s Apocalypse ’91… The Enemy Strikes Black.  “Can’t Truss It” was blaring out from the uncovered Jeep.