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"i like the way you work it, no diggity, i got to bag it bag it"


Rough theaters. Let's discuss.

I think rough theaters are great for theatrical events and special events such as ones displaying films that we make in 6x1, but not so much for epic cinema. Let's face it, if you spend a shit ton of money on say a narrative feature, you want to make sure there are no distractions for the audience. I can see with like shakespeare's theater and such, where it is relatively cheap to produce a play, but not so much for films. With that said, I completely disagree with that. When in a theater, you are subconsciously grounding yourself in audience breathing, coughs, and sometimes whispers. When we went to see No Country for Old Men, this old guy kept describing what was obviously happening on the screen. He sat all the way up front, and because of a lack of music, we could hear him the whole time. Russ yelled, "Yo...SHUT THE FUCK UP!" It was hilarious. I will remember that just as much as I remember the film 10 years from now. What's that say? The experience of viewing it with others and realistic distractions made it even better. With a short film, I think I'd rather people "wild out" like nick ass cannon. As long as they are crunk though. And I was too.

Ok basically this is an interesting article. Except synthetic music is awesome too and the most popular form of music production today, so this article appears slightly dated. Only musical perfectionists can tell a difference, the rest of the generation accepts its synthetic roots and appreciates it as a form of "pop art" and loves the shit. I love that shit. Holla Back.

these bros kill it at "synthetic" music:





MAKING LAMBS ANGER TEASER from oizo mr on Vimeo.

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Basically, it is retarded to sue people. I only slightly care about this situation though. People just need to recognize that "art" doesn't actually exist. What is deemed as "art" ranges from "everything" to the mona lisa, so how can anybody say that shit is an artistic rendition of something blah blah. People consider photos as artistic. Shit, half the photos out there considered artistic were a complete accident then the photographer in the greenroom said "HOT DAMN!" as he looked into his newly formed image resting in a blanket of chemicals. So basically, if you want to attempt an artistic rendition, do it, and if you get sued, stop whining. I have stolen so many fucking images for my animation that its disgusting. I mean, what i DO rotoscope for animation is always loosely based off the image and such, but who am i to say my version of their image is more artistic than theirs? Is it because i'd be probably right? Do you know how many idiots exist in America? The world? At the end of college humor videos, there is another showing of their "college humor" logo. As this logo is displayed, a sound of a very un-funny (or mediocre funny if you are semi-retarded and live in a world where everything is black and white and the nazi's won WW2) grunt plays. This makes me think, "who the fuck thought of this [idea to include a grunt]?" Then i remember that the people who look at college humor are most likely fratastic or ex-fratastic bros who need something to show their "friends" at lunch at their cubicle job or real estate internship. Basically, america is fucking stupid, along with the rest of the world. People need Al Gore to tell them their cars are fucking up the world. So if you want to create "art," don't expect anybody to "get it" or back you up when pepsi is suing your ass.

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I'd insert an animated gif to describe the one shot filming, but there isn't an animated gif alive on this planet earth that could begin to comprehend the amalgamated feelings of love and hate encapsulated in a single take on the bolex. (I'm am not 100% that last sentence makes any sense, but in lieu of scratch film junkies, i'll just say its art.) Basically, the day started with me waking up on a couch, intensely hung over from the dance party last night at the sandbar. I woke up at the house next to RUSS ROE'S HOUSE (he drinks everyone! haha, RUSS LOOKS LIKE AN IDIOT NOW WORLD!), mainly because the night before i couldn't take the insanity that was occurring at his house. Mind you, i don't mean insanity as in, "YOO THIS PARTY WAS CRAZY! YO!" but rather too strange to handle at 4-6am. While the tenants of the house slept, a few stragglers looking for a sense of an "after party" ventured into realms of lesbian sex, awkward drama precluding a car smashing into a fire hydrant (from texting), chain smoking of cigarettes (inspired by Revolutionary Road), and other shit bordering on something [insert crazy writer guy (can be obscure) here] would think up.

I digress. The day started out with Joselyn's super "artistic" film which included me putting on a costume and dancing hard then standing there. I enjoyed this, even when the heavens opened up and we were cleansed of our impure usage of 16mm film. They once said Jesus lived inside celluloid. Actually, nobody ever said that. Anyway, some shit happened, it was cold, we got the shot. Eventually, Fiberboard 1972 was born. It was awesome. A wife cant take her husband's post traumatic stress syndrome from the vietnam war, so she kills him, resulting in him coming back alive including all of his fears. 2 fine young men took the awesomeness into their own hands and ate shit into freezing cold puddles. I salute these fine young men. Hollaback.