Sunday, November 25, 2007

Thanksgiving Eve report

I've had a GREAT four day weekend. The kind that makes it difficult to return to work, as I must tomorrow morning. Spent some quality time with the wife. Wrote a new short, 8 pages long, called Golden Street, an introduction to the TV pilot I'll be writing soon. My wife thinks it's hilarious. I'll do a few revisions and send it off to Rickie Castaneda of Storytime Entertainment who's helping me develop this idea. The plan is to film the short, write the pilot and make it a part of a package as a TV show once the strike ends, whenever that magical day should come.

It's basically a show about growing up in a neighborhood similar to mine in the 1980s. The short is pretty funny. It's loosely based on an old Intrepid piece I did, "The Five Week War," but also makes allusions to some of the show's main characters and potential episodes.

Of course, you'll get all the details as things progress. My Bengals made my day today, opening up the can of beat down I've been waiting on them to deliver all season on the Tennessee Titans 35-6. Both of my fantasy teams have Carson Palmer and Chad Johnson, so I should be sitting pretty this week. My nigga Killa Chad is a fool.



Had an interesting evening. Saw this abstract but ahead of it's time film on the Sundance Channel called Who Are You, Polly Magoo? It's a French film made by an American director, William Klein, about an American model who is the subject of a French TV documentary. It spoofs the modeling industry and has a lot to say about how insecure men try to tear down and objectify beautiful women. The director is played by the recently departed Phillipe Noiret, who film heads may know as Pablo Neruda in Il Postino or from his work in Cinema Paradiso. It was non-linear and confusing at times, like a lot of French New Wave films, but as I said, still enjoyable and worth repeated viewings.



The female lead, Dorothy McGowan, was a cutie pie in that anorexic model kinda way, and amazingly natural, considering that it was her first and only film performance. (Apparently, she quit modeling after the film's release and dropped out of public view.)



Anyways, I'm sitting here folding clothes and listening to the audio commentary for The Graduate with Mike Nichols and Steven Soderbergh. It's both intimidating and encouraging. Trying to immerse myself in a world of film has proven far more difficult than it was in film school. But what can you do?

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Chrisette Michele is the truth!

It's not like I didn't know this. But last night's show at the Temple Bar confirmed it. First, a lovely opening set by Jean Baylor, formerly of Zhane.




And then, the truth. So personable and talented. Evidence the live footage:

Good Girl



Be OK



Speaking of R&B songstresses, Intrepid Media just published my review of Alicia Keys' latest album, As I Am. I'm 50-50 on it, check out the review for the details.

What's hood, y'all? A lot going on, as usual. Me and my homegirl Tab participated in the Walk for Lupus in Santa Monica. A lot of us were there reppin' in memory of J Dilla.







Otherwise, I'm about to start writing a TV pilot for Rickie Castaneda and still rewriting my novel, Somewhere Between Here and There. the writers' strike has kind of slowed down some of my submission momentum, but that's just giving me time to put some more clips in the chamber.

And, finally, a quick Marvin shoutout, because I haven't done it yet.