Rick...can I call you Rick?
SD: Would you ever train as a kickboxer to the degree of JCVD in "Kickboxer"? Specifically, would you be willing to take down a coconut tree at the base by using only your shins?
Also: Puppies, kittens or bunnies - choose one, the rest go in a blender. FOREVER.
What are your favorite movies? You can only pick 5.
Jules et Jim
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Tell us about your travels. Where have you been and where would you like to go?
If you could have lived through any decade as an adult/young adult, which would you have chosen? (I say that because, you could have experienced the 80s, but were too young to EXPERIENCE it, make sense?)
What fast food restaurant/dish makes your knees tremble and tastebuds salivate? How often do you breakdown and succumb to it?
I also take it your name is from being a NIN fan? Which NIN song resonates your feeling of despair the most? Which one helps ignite your fury/aggression?
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Jules et Jim
The Talented Mr. Ripley[/QUOTE]
Those are some of my favorites!
If you could travel by any form of transportation, and money and time were not an issue, what would it be?
What is your favorite candy?
Sweet or Salty?
Rick, what is the worst insult anyone has ever said to you?
Rick, I have a bottle of unknown narcotics that will go unused because my mouth doesnt hurt that bad from getting my wisdom teeth out.
What would you in the possession of said bottle of unknown narcotics.
He's right. It's well known that all unused narcotics should be shipped directly to me.
12/31: Derek Plaslaiko, Dave Aju @ f8
1/8: Tamaryn @ The Chapel
1/28: Beacon @ The Rickshaw Stop
1/29: Ty Segall, Wand, Cold Beat @ GAMH
2/7: Robag Whrume, Daniel Bell, Sassmouth, The Black Madonna @ Public Works
2/14: Sparks @ Ace Theater Hollywood
I went down to Puerto Penasco in 2001 for a friend's wedding and that'll probably be my only venture to Mexico. Liked London a lot and we've discussed returning, perhaps even doing a few days there and the surrounding areas (like Bathe) in the days leading up to Bestival next year. For our honeymoon, we did a cruise to the Bahamas and visited a handful of islands. The one that was supposed to be the most relaxing was on an island the cruise line owned but I had this really horrible vision when we were getting on the little boat that took us to shore that ended up putting me in a really foul mood, which was exacerbated by the wind blowing our canopy away, so I didn't feel very relaxed there. Had a decent time snorkeling, though.
My current job has taken me to New Jersey (Roseland), Chicago, and Georgia (Alpharetta, near Atlanta). Previous jobs have gotten me trips to El Paso (which I have zero memory of) and Leadville, CO, which was lovely and is at such a high altitude, snow was on the mountains & a windbreaker was necessary even in the middle of July. (It easily had to be 50 degrees cooler there than Tucson, which is where I lived at the time.) I always marvel at how green all these cities are. We've talked about moving to Portland or Seattle and part of the reason we want to move to one of those places is because they're so gorgeous. A radical depature from what we have in Arizona.
Prior to the recent elections and economic crisis, I wanted to visit Greece. That had been my most desired destination since freshman year of high school (I was obsessed with the Greek god myths) and while I still think it'd be lovely to visit the Parthenon and the like, I want the climate there to settle down before venturing over. I think it'd be pretty unsafe right now. Spain, Portugal, and Germany are the other European nations I'm interested in visiting. Probably Venice. Hawai'i, which is going to happen eventually.
"Somewhat Damaged" is probably the song that ignites my anger the most, particularly due to the following: "Just like you would always say we'll make it through, then my head fell apart and where were you? How could I ever think, it's funny how everything you swore would never change is different now. Like you said, you and me, make it through, couldn't quite, fell apart and where the fuck were you?"
"The Becoming" is the song that "resonates [my] feeling of despair" most.
Don't really buy candy. Banana Laffy Taffy is what I tend to opt for if I get anything from a coworker's stash.
Salty. (Almonds, chips, and the like.)
On this same issue, if I really hate somebody's work or find them annoying to be around, I can't suppress those feelings enough to socialize with them even if doing so would be beneficial for me career-wise. For instance, there was an actress who did a bit part in Method who's well known in the local film community, made a number of shorts, and even got financing for a feature. We got along pretty well on her day of shooting but I didn't pursue an opportunity to work on her feature (even if it would've been for free (because that's the deal with every fucking production in this state), it would've been a good networking opportunity & production experience) because all of her shorts were horrible and the teaser she put together to get financing for the feature gave me no hope that she would be making anything worthwhile. I did my time with working on shitty movies; that's what college was for. If I'm going to work for free, I want the finished product to be something I would be proud to show to people and say "I helped make this." If it's a piece of shit, it's a waste of time. (I'd be less immediate in my rejection of an offer to work on a shitty movie if I were to be paid, but the payment would have to be substantial, especially if it would cause me to lose time at my day job.) Then there was this conversation I had last October with a guy who runs a filmmaking group in Phoenix after Method screened at a festival they run. He was very complimentary & encouraged me to get more involved in local productions by becoming a member of his film group (like $200/year) or taking classes that they offer (like $50-100/class). I see how productive they're being, and one of their members did get a film into the Phoenix Film Festival, but I just felt like I was dealing with a used car salesman. He also seemed to be on coke, and not in an endearing way. So I would be doing myself a favor by chatting him up more or trying to go to one of those classes or even any of the free meetings that they hold, but I just don't care to be around him.
Filmmaking people can be really shitty. This is true in all walks of life, of course, but the arts are generally going to attract more histrionic personalties, people who hate themselves and gossip about others relentlessly so as to make themselves feel a little bit better. There were some genuinely good people I worked with in Tucson but by and large, there wasn't much of a community down there as much as there were 50 factions of filmmaking friends, some of whom could mingle in a number of groups but mostly it was all competitive and back-biting. That experience jaded me on what to expect in Phoenix, which seems to be more communal, but then the people who are celebrated the most put out terrible movies. I don't know, maybe I'm being a hypocrite. I don't go around slagging those people off to others, though, just keep to myself & don't bother trying to work with them.
As for the attention span, especially when I'm unmedicated, I'm a wellspring of ideas. Unfortunately, I can only stay focused on one for a few days before the next idea comes along and draws all my focus. And I'm not able to write a full script or treatment in those few days that my focus is kept -- rather, I should say that I'm not disciplined enough to write at least a treatment. Maybe discipline is the biggest obstacle. I fuck around a lot and do silly shit when I can be reading someone else's script or trying to develop my own. Maybe I'm just discouraged about my prospects for success at this point, which is diminishing my drive.
What makes the whole endeavor worth enduring is the exhilaration that comes when all your planning and preparation comes to fruition and a scene is really clicking. The process of collaboration is actually really fun, or at least I've found it to be with the people I've chosen to collaborate with (may have a different opinion if I was forced to work with someone I didn't like/respect), and working out the kinks of a script and figuring out how you're going to make it come to life is very rewarding. Showing it to people isn't fun because I'm always racked with anxiety about how it'll be received, and in the past, even if it was received well, I'd still be neurotic and not accept a person's compliments graciously because I'd think they were just saying it to be nice. I'm much better at just saying "thank you" and shutting up now.
Rick, Jules and Jim is in my personal top ten, too. I adore that film.
What movie, if any, have you thought less of upon repeated viewings, and what movie, if any, has grown most in your esteem upon repeated viewings?
What is your dream car?
I feel like we could have some interesting conversations regarding the various jobs involved in film making...
Have you experienced any backstabbing/theft from a close colleague and if so what happened?
With everyone you work with, have you found permanent members of your film crew dream team? Do you spend time with these people outside of work?
What part of the process (other than presenting the work) tears your brain out?
How is your relationship with your blood family regarding your career choice when you first started? How do they feel about it now?
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Boogie Nights is on my "if I see this on I will stop whatever I am doing and watch it all the way to the end, again" list with Goodfellas and Apocalypse Now. And probably Groundhog Day. Boogie Nights is just unbelievably great scene after unbelievably great scene. It's so ambitious and ridiculous that it should fall apart, but it never does.
Here's one: worst Coachella set time conflict of all time? Also: best Coachella experience not directly involving music?
What did you want to be as a child?