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Abner’s been drawing pictures for the last movie we worked on. It’s for scenes when Corporal Maynard snaps into flashbacks, but re-enacts the adventure out in real life, but thinks he’s in a flashback. At one point, he’s unraveling a bomb as his big brother talks to him out Megan Fox and kills lots of Koreans. If you can’t see the photo, visit: http://www.cutrush.com
In the spirit of the Beast Bandages short film, we have ourselves a smorgasbord of children to fruitfully pick from, except the one that fell. She’s a strong contender to be faulty when an adult. Visit http://www.cutrush.com to see the video.
Here’s an email I received:
“Hey, Scumbags and leeches.Fuck you, your ego production, your fun time and Sundance submission. This year 10,000 films were submitted. 200 were chosen. Since you’re simple fucks I’ll do the math for you. That’s 2 tenths of one percent. I read your script. 1) it’s formatted improperly, 2) it sucks.”
I’m not getting paid, and it sucks I can’t pay anyone else. But man, I’m sure 95% of the US population dislike their job and are being paid for it. While I’m providing an outlet for people to come together and basically play. There are people who pay money to play in sporting leagues, like roller hockey. Who pays money to PLAY in a silly sport like roller hockey… ? I’m giving it away for free and I give you food.
Also, the ‘very sad hater who dislikes his father who trolls message boards spreading his wisdom in hopes to secretly find a good lay’, mentioned 10,000 films are submitted to Sundance. Well, his wisdom is WRONG. Like, he likes objects in his rear, cos’ it’s anti-religion, wrong.
3,624 Feature Films were submitted in 2009, of that - 121 films were selected.
5,362 Short Films were submitted in 2009, of that – 96 films were selected.
So, overall 1.79% of the short films were selected. So he’s so wrong that my particular film has 2/10 of 1% (.02%) – I have a .0186% chance of getting in. Duh, my hater friend probably looks like Sloth and couldn’t figure out that I have a less of a chance.
How did Sloth get my script? He must of went out of the way to get it or it must be 1 of the 5 DPs I sent it to. Which in this case, I hope you don’t shit your own bed at night due to lack of control or shamelessness: a child. Or, he never read it.
I think this week, I’m going to try to limit creativity. Not my own, but of a small child. I’m going to find a kid thinking about Red Fire Trucks, lay him down, and step on his head – crushing it with the sole of my boot. I think this is a style of living I want to pursue.
Thoughts people?
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If his email is truly rhertz@yahoo.com, Facebook reveals the following picture and information:
He’s 55ish and looks like he has a little boy hugging him. It’s either his soon-to-be-molested victim or his highly depressed & oppressed son. He lives in Philadelphia also works for Comcast according to Facebook. Hey, I once worked at Comcast too! I wonder if I could contact an old friend and have him say Hello to the hater. Maybe it’s not him, but man, I just did tasteless slander on Richard Hertz. It was fun.
His facebook link: http://www.facebook.com/RJHertz1?ref=search&sid=23104138.2409989727..1
During my search for a Director of Photography and Audio person for Beast Bandages, I ended up making a purchase and taking on more responsibility. Sigh / WTF.
I should be focusing on getting the short movie done, but instead, I find myself Cut Rushing on side activities. For one, I submitted my full feature script to a script analyst. When I get it back next week, it’s going to be stabbed nearly to death like Ron Goldman and OJ’s wife, minus the death part – and it’ll probably consume all my thought energy into figuring out how to improve it based on the notes I get back from the analyst. Not good.
I also payed a small fee to take over the Brooklyn Meetup Group. Meetup.com is a website that creates communities of all different types – from Film, to Parents with Autistic kids groups, to even Sex Naked Party Now groups. It’s a wide gamut. So I saw the Brooklyn group terminating in 2 days due to the organizer stepping down. It has 229 members and I thought, why the hell not? So now I run it and I setup our first meetup, which is online. These meetings are suppose to be physical encounters at some place where bad things or good things could go on. But, I decided to start it off easy by providing an activity for everyone to accomplish from the safety of their own home.
To sum it up, I assigned everyone to Cut Rush on a word I give them. They Cut Rush on it by interpreting the word, and then creating a photo, video, short story, anything via any types of means. It could be done on a real video camera or a drawing on a square of toilet paper. Side note, is it really possible to only use one square for one session?
I received a few submissions, which is awesome. But there is a larger percentage of people who haven’t. This is called lack of Cut Rushing. We say we’ll do something, but then we make up some excuse. Like, not enough time, or too busy in the bathroom, my baby isn’t sleeping and knocks the wind out of my knickers.
I’m not saying I’m not immune to laziness. I’m a big victim of uselessness when times call for more. But, I admit it. I hope we can turn over a new leaf and just create. I urge you to participate before the end date of this Friday 2/26.
So come join the group! Find the word and participate in my program – CUT RUSH on it.
http://www.meetup.com/cutrushers/
Yesterday, I held a casting call. I rented a space, called in actors, and had them perform my script, which contains information about ill children. I’m a tad pissed, but not about casting.
Some of you may know, but I’m taking a run at Sundance. I’m putting together a short (less than 50 minutes) and I’m submitting it this summer. I have plans to finalize casting and a large portion of pre-production this month and shoot in the months of March and April.
It was a hell of a lotta fun to have actors come in and read my script, especially since it touches on the topics of how people target children with special needs as people who are completely incapable. They aren’t. I’m not pissed about that.
This morning, I read the article on how Sarah Silverman spoke in TED lecture. For those of you out of the loop, it’s a prestigious setting for people to lecture a group of people. Well, Sarah Silverman is known for saying the most off the wall shit and crafting shock shurikens to pierce your backs. The audience was quiet for most of the time and after the presentation, the president of TED sent a Twitter message stating how she sucked. Granted, all the attendees are the types who probably run banks, have lots of white hair, and would rather talk in a monotone sleep inducing voice due to being scared of being judged and sent to HELL. I’m not pissed about that either.
Sarah wasn’t reducing the value of the word “retarded”, by making jokes and in my opinion, in taste:
““I want to adopt a special needs child (to which one person applauded), because adopting a special needs child, who would do that? Only an awesome person, right?” “The only problem with adopting a retarded child is that the retarded child, when you are 80 is well, still retarded and that she wouldn’t enjoy the freedoms of setting them free at age 18, so she was only going to adopt a retarded child with a terminal illness so it has an expiration date, because who would adopt a retarded child with a terminal illness? Well, someone who was awesome like her”.
I’m pissed that I wrote my movie a year ago about retarded children and the topic has more publicity than ever. My movie and short touches the topic of how the general population treats special needs children like torso-less babies or zombies, when it’s totally unnecessary. When my short is released, someone is going to say “Oh, Van jumped on the bandwagon and made a movie about retarded”. If they do, I’m going to take a big dump under their pillow. So when said person lays in bed, tired, yawning, stretching in their silk sheets, they’ll reposition into the hand under the pillow and lay in a fetal position. At this time, they’ll get a big cup full of poo in their hands. Surprise: you’ve been the victim of the “Poo under the Pillow Trick”. I won’t stop there. I’ll slice it in a way to look like their dog’s poo. Then, they’ll find their dog and beat it. Now, they are dog beaters too.
My first script is also about the gruesome tale of stealing babies, which on Private Practice (that ABC spin-off of Grey’s Anatomy) had several episodes about the psychologist being a victim to such a crime. I think it was poorly executed. But once again, I’m ousted due to my inability to get my stuff to production. That’s what I’m pissed about.
So, before it happens again, I’d like to share a thought I had this morning with you.
“Don’t cry over spilled milk”. Let me just get this out there before someone else claims it as theirs. Most of the stories or jokes I craft are so odd that everyone looks at me as though I’m a 50,000 piece jigsaw puzzle and a 40 pieces are missing. Then, a year later, someone else on TV will say or do the same thing and it’s accepted. Eff that!
So, why did someone truly craft the book “Don’t cry over spilled milk”? If you were a parent and your child spilled milk, you know it’s not a big deal. Why would the kid know to cry? They make messes all the time. Well, they’ll cry if you yell at them for $@#!ing up. They know that if they make a mess, they’re going to receive a arm tug, belt, and timeout in the corner. Another reason for the kid crying is because it was the last drop of milk. The kid spills it, asks for more, and the parent responds that they are out. Sorry.
So, my conclusion is the book is made for URBAN KIDS. It’s for the kids who have abusive, poor parents. So, in the end, this book is RACIST.
