Last Thursday was the first time in four years I played indoor soccer. It was for fun with some friends from work over lunch. Friday morning I hurt all over. Am I that out of shape?

Oh, right. Never mind.

Before I begin, I’d like to thank anyone who is still subscribed to the blog for sitting through my nostalgia session. It’s been a lot of fun for me to write about these, hopefully it’s been entertaining.

Bram Stoker’s Dracula came out in 1992. Since it was rated R I never saw it in high school (I was a good kid that way) but it made enough of a pop-culture impact.

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The recap: John and Marsha’s car breaks down in the middle of Europe in the middle of winter, which we all know is truly the best time to visit Romania. After walking for some time they find a castle to stay in for the night owned by Rico Suave, Europe’s trendiest bachelor / castle owner (did you catch his episode of ‘Cribs’? It was more like ‘Crypt’s’! Ba-dum CHING!). Rico lends them some gas so they can go on their way in the middle of the night, but… TWIST!

I’m not sure why, but every one of these I did I was pushing myself to do something a little more ambitious. Since this was going to be the last one, I wanted to go as all out as possible, and for a 17 year old in 1994 I think I did okay. There’s green screen shot over a Targa-painted background

There’s my first 3D computer animation ever, the giant doors opening.

There was rack focuses because I thought they were cool

There was even morphing using $7 software!

This was the only one of the Spanish videos where I didn’t play the main character, and hoo-boy, that helps. I think the opening  is the only time in four years I’m doing anything that approaches ‘acting’. My friend Ryan did the camerawork, which was the best of any of the videos, Jason and Amy return as actors appearing as Dracula and Marsha, and Meadow Lake makes it’s third appearance.

On second thought, maybe my first bit of acting was lying jacket-less on the ice without screaming “OH MY GOD IT’S COLD!”

I’d learned from Batman not to try to write my own music. The music is “Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony” which is a personal favorite of mine. Considering I was working with VHS tape to tape editors with two audio tracks, I’m honestly how subtle the music cuts are.

My one making of story: we shot most of the movie over one evening. For the dinner scene, my mom made a huge dinner for all of us because she thought it would make the scene more realistic if there was actual food on the table. I looked through the dinner scene, and I couldn’t find one instance of food getting into the final cut. This is the horrible son I am.

Nowadays when I think of making a movie I think of schedules, craft services, lighting, and equipment, but it’s fun to see what could be done with some friends, a camcorder, and a satin cape. Of the four Spanish videos I did, this one is my favorite. I admit it has it’s flaws and the ending live up to the setup, but when I watch it I’m still surprised how much of a filmmaker 17 year old me was. It makes me want to make movies again.

Tim Burton’s Batman was the definition of “awesome comic book movie” for me. First of all it was PG-13, which meant it had far more action than PG rated films; I was 12 when I saw it, and the “pen is mightier than the sword” moment still freaks me out. Second, the visual design was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Up until that point live action Batman meant Adam West and the ‘Bat-tucci’, so Michael Keaton’s brooding vigilante was just so cool.

It’s no surprise Batman was the third Spanish video I made.

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The story: Gotham Nuclear Power plant has been taken over by the Scarecrow, and Batman goes to stop him. (Points for super-brief recap!)

If you’re wondering how the scenery actually looks like a power plant and not my basement, it’s because my father, who works for Xcel Energy in Minneapolis, was able to get me permission to shoot at one of the coal fired power plants in Minneapolis. We were allowed to shoot in the old control room and in some of the unused parts of the plant (with supervision of course). For a high school video, the setting looks fantastic.

I’m still amused by the “Danger! Nuclear plant!” sign on a music stand used for the establishing shot.

The costumes were done by my mother (who also does the costumes for the Movie Monkey) and Jason’s mother Penny who did his Scarecrow costume. This was a zero-budget production, so there was a lot of creative use of sweatpants.

Penny did the Scarecrow costume, and my mom did the Batman costume with help from an actual rubber cowl provided by Jason. The main problem is that the actor playing the main character, me, was a 98 lbs weakling in high school and there was no way I was going to fill it out. I’m the frumpiest Batman ever.

I look like I’m posing for a “Before” photo.

Before Photoshop

After Photoshop

This was the first (and last) time I ever wrote my own score, composed and played on an Amiga 2000 (the computer for the creative mind). I had dreams that I the second coming of both Steven Spielberg and John Williams, but it was apparent after the fact that I was a kid with a copy of Deluxe Music. If you can play three notes and play them backwards than you can play the challenging Batman score.

It was also my first use of green screen/chroma keying

The live action from the above shot was taken from the third floor of my high school, looking down at some of my sister’s friends from her Spanish class. According to her, her Spanish class had seen my videos their sophomore and junior years, and by senior year they were asking her if they could be in them. Apparently it was cool. I’ve never had outside confirmation on that so it may have been something you tell your little brother to make him feel good, but I’d like to believe it’s true.

While I wouldn’t go so far to say I have a Walter Mitty complex, I do have a tendency to romanticize my life. Maybe I’m just a software monkey, but being a software monkey isn’t so far from the action and adventure on TV, right? This idea has crept into my statuses lately. A few days back I posted on Twitter:

Putting error reports together to find the root problem is makes me feel like I’m in a CSI episode with much worse lighting.

And then yesterday I posted as my Google status:

Do you remember that TV show about the software team lead who played by his own rulebook but always got the project in on time? Thank god that never show never existed.

That status in particular was picked up by my friends Matt and Dave, who sent quotes from said fictional show:

• You’re off this case! I don’t want you messing around with the search module again! From now on you’re on UI duty, do you hear me?!
• Look out, that JIRA is rigged to explode! Looks like somebody’s trying to send us a message…
• I hear he’s a bad mother…shut your mouth!
• It all makes sense… this thing goes all the way to the top. Of the stack.
• You only forgot one thing… that document was preapproved!  (kaboom)
• You may escape this time Diego, but the bug will be fixed! You hear me?
• My extreme programming partner was killed just two days before his release party. Now I’ve sworn revenge on the ones who axed his feature.
• You can’t lock the semaphore there man!!! Are you crazy?? You’re going to get us all killed!! Don’t you care about the schedule???
• I’m about to decrease your priority… permanently.
• You may think I’m not going to merge in these 50 files a week before mass production. You should ask yourself: “Do I feel lucky?” Well, do ya, punk?

Maybe my life is more exciting than I think.

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Okay, we’ve covered the back history. The montage sequence sets up the story: Back in the day there’s an evil mayor (henceforth known as the bad guy) who runs Los Angeles. When the people are being taken advantage of, they go to Don Diego De La Vega for help. Don Diego’s crazy son Don Fransisco is the one who actually helps them, because at night he goes to his C64 cave and turns into Zorro. So one day my sister and my friend Ryan go to talk to Don Diego in our dining room to ask for help because their daughter Angie was kidnapped. Zorro finds out by choking Blue guy, who then takes an inordinate amount of time to get to bad guy island. Of course, bad guy is not concerned with Zorro knowing his whereabouts because

So Zorro shows up in our basement, and sure enough gets the butt end of a sword. Then Bad Guy sets off some well labled TNT, we get some C64 fire, and finally one of my first and last usages of model FX.

Other notes

• The “Sunny Side Video” logo was actually an Amiga Basic program I wrote. I wrote the rotation computations and the animated slide. Not surprisingly, I’m now a computer programmer.
• In the scene in the Dining room, I was standing in front of my Mom’s china hutch operating the camera. Then I took a perilous step back. It took years for my mom to forgive me for that one.
• My Dad made the “bad guy island” model, and my science teacher blew it up.
• This was the first instance of Jason being in one of my videos. He’s shown up in some of my later stuff too.

Whenever I visit my parents, I can always be sure that I will feel at home because my room is pretty much the same as when I left for college many years ago. My parents have done a little work – new carpet, new wallpaper, new desk – but things are more or less been left as they were, from the books about programming the Amiga on the bookshelf to the porn under the mattress. When I was up there last for Christmas, I decided it was time I admitted I owned a house and brought some of these things back home with me. Let’s face it: since I’m only there 5% of the year, there’s no reason my mom shouldn’t use the room as a sewing room.

Of the things I brought back, what I was most excited about – yes, even more than the Magic Eye book – were the videos I worked on in High School. Some history: the Minnesota Spanish teachers had a statewide arts competition, and one of the areas of competition was video. The only real rule was that the dialog had to be in Spanish; otherwise it was a free for all. At the time my friend Rob and I were cable access nerds who volunteered at Northwest Community Television, videotaping everything from sports events to “Tuesday Night Trivia”, a live trivia show. For an outcast nerd like me, this was a place to put a lot of pent up creative energy.

Our freshman year we decided to team up to do “Un Dia En La Vida De Robin Hood” (A day in the life of Robin Hood). For those of you who took other languages, the plot is pretty simple. Robin Hood (Me) needs to steal some gold from the local gold truck shipment for the poor. First he has to cross “The River” (a.k.a Meadow Lake) in disguise, but his fan club gives him away and he gets in a boat chase with the boat guards(?). On the other side of the river he intercepts the gold carriage, but the Sheriff of Nottingham (Rob) was secretly hiding so he could catch Robin in the act(??). Some Commodore 64 assisted sword fight action ensues(???), which ends predictably.

How can you not love something that has “Wacky Sax” as the credits music? You can’t. Don’t be hating.

I remember the day we brought the final copy in for the submission to the contest. For some reason I had to miss the first five minutes of Spanish class, so I gave the tape to Rob with very clear instructions this cannot be shown in class. Predictably when I returned they had already finished watching. The part that shocked me was that they were actually impressed with what we had done. There were questions about how we’d edited it together, and how we’d done this or that. It was the first time I’d put my heart into something and people said “hey wow, that was kind of cool.”

I realize this looks like typical YouTube fodder now. I could defend it by saying it was before computer video editing existed and all editing was strictly tape to tape (computer controlled within five frames of accuracy), but I’ll be honest: it does look pretty bad. What can I say, I was sixteen years old. The wonderful thing about kids and film making is that you’re basically giving them endless possibilities. The thing they have to learn for themselves is to learn from what they’ve done; to strive to be better.

Did I learn that lesson? I’ve got three more of these. I could post them all together, or I could stretch this out for another couple posts because this is the most exciting thing I have going on. Guess which one I’m doing?

A few photos from 2009.

Happy Holidays everyone.

I spent a good portion of my Thanksgiving break watching the first season of Mad Men. For those who haven’t heard of it, it’s a show on AMC about Madison Avenue advertising executives in the early sixties. John Hamm plays Don Draper, the dashing creative director of the advertising firm Sterling Cooper. The first episode sets up the various departments of a advertising agency; the copywriters, art department, customer relations, secretarial staff, and alcohol.

The show has won every award possible and has been a critical darling since it came out, but I had to slog through it. For a show whose main characters are sex and booze it is remarkably dull. There are some central mysteries and characters that drive the show forward, but I never found myself getting behind anyone. Everyone seemed both having the time of their lives and incredibly unhappy and it did nothing for me.

In the debate between critics and the audience, I’m finding myself sliding from one side to the other. During the time I’ve been a filmmaker, I’ve often heard people tell me that they never listen to critics. Usually their reason is that the critic had an opinion about a work that they disagreed with, and it destroyed their faith in the critical process. Take this example from Roger Ebert’s website

Q. I saw your review for the new movie “The Twilight Saga: New Moon.” You have a lot of nerve!! I remember when you and Siskel reviewed the movie “The Accidental Tourist” and gave it four stars, and with that recommendation I went and saw it, and you know what? It was the BIGGEST PIECE OF **** known to man! I decided from that day that I would not listen to you or Gene Siskel and save my money. So, for the next year or so, I did not go to the movies and today, I use my formula: wait two months after a movie comes out and spend the $1 at RedBox to rent it if I dare. Thanks, Roger, thanks for making people not want to go to the movies.
Joe Flambe

A. Hey, in the case of “New Moon,” that was the least that I could do.

Joe’s argument, that because Ebert loved “The Accidental Tourist” and he hated it all of Ebert’s reviews must be completely invalid, would be hard to argue even if he hadn’t picked such a laughable counterpoint (Joe, are you really a 16 year old girl?). I’ve usually argued on the side of the critics. What critics do is give their opinion on the film’s merits. They’re not meant to be unbiased – that’s impossible – but they try to be fair and exclude things like that they were having a bad day.

Something has changed for me though – In the past few years I’ve turned to TV and movies less as a cultural exercise and more as an escape from my day to day routine. When I was younger I had patience for work that wanted to explore new areas. I used to think a film that was 20% interesting and 80% total mess was still worth watching because I might see something new. My patience has shrunk in parallel with my spare time. I don’t have time for quirky angsty mumble-core movies about love from people who seem to have never felt it, or pretentious art house fodder. As of late, I find that I’m not using my spare time to catch up of all the films I haven’t seen, which is a hole I can never fill. Instead I’m catching up on sit-coms and animated shows where you can down episodes like popcorn.

A critics’ job is to watch everything that comes out. If there was a cake critic, who had to spend all day eating every kind of cake there was. Naturally, they’re going to get pretty tired of your chocolate cakes and angel food cakes really quickly, but will champion cakes that are unique and different and didn’t give them indigestion. At this point, I’m only eating cake once a month, so my perspective is very different. I want something moist, sweet, and goes well with ice cream.

If I seem to be overly concerned about a very mundane topic, it’s because I’ve been reading movie reviews for as long as I can remember. I have The Onion AV Club, Roger Ebert, and a number of other movie sites on my RSS reader. As I’m getting older I have to acknowledge that I’m just one of the masses, and not one of the elitists.

I logged into Facebook this afternoon and saw this

Fred was a Film TA when I was going to KU. I think Facebook is just trying help me reconnect with an old contact, but in this case the reason I haven’t talked to Fred lately is because he died of cancer this year. The page remains as a way for people to post stories about Fred. Considering this is becoming more and more popular, I see this “feature” creating a lot of unintended grief.

I wrote this as some sort of email rant back in 2002. As it never made it onto a livejournal page, It can finally have it’s blog debut. Sad thing is I still agree with… me.

Isn’t it ironic that the Recording Industry of America is claiming people are unfairly stealing from them? I mean, isn’t that like Pinochet claiming that some guy on the street is unfairly killing people he hadn’t gotten around to yet? “Oh, I’m sorry for stealing – we as the music listening public forgot that that’s *your* job.” Lets face it – between enslaving artists and over-inflating music prices, the recording industry doesn’t exactly have an exemplary ethics record to begin with.

Ok, this is a topic that in the grand scheme of the world falls under “Hair color of Gwen Stephani” in the importance-o-meter, but many people are paying lots of money to blow it out of proportion, so I figure I can throw my two cents in, since everyone else already has.

Here’s the thing – the largest percentage of people who download music are 18-25 year olds. These are not a group of organized terrorists, having secret meetings plotting the end of the RIAA. It’s easier than that – they’re just POOR! They’re either in college and living off ramen noodles, or not in college and have the incredible income available to those with a High School education. Face it, 18-25 year olds do not make incredible amounts of money – unless, of course, they’re singing with 4 other white guys on stage.

A major point of confusion seems to be the difference between “using digital music” and “stealing digital music”. There’s a reason people use MP3’s – they are a convenient medium. The players are small, the playlists are large. Now, here’s where I’m lost. In 9th grade economics we learned this simple concept called “Supply and Demand”. You see, when demand is high for something, you increase supply. The RIAA’s approach is the complete opposite though – customers want it, so it *must* be a bad thing and be destroyed. And look at the alternatives they give us? If people want cheap, convenient music, they can join a record club! 10 CD’s for 4 cents, and then you get inundated with paying full price for albums no one else wanted for the rest of your life. Wow, Chumbawumba’s latest? Gee, thanks.

Why doesn’t the recording industry encourage MP3 swapping anyways? Kids giving their friends tracks from their favorite album isn’t stealing – it’s FREE ADVERTISING. Maybe they’ll become fans and buy the t-shirts, posters, and other krappy paraphernalia sold with a group.

So, to summarize – yes, people steal music, but the recording industry stole from us first. If they had some common sense, they would realize the marketing potential rather than focusing on 18-25 year olds who can’t afford to pay outrageous prices anyways.