Oh, no… It’s getting a little nippy out. Not a good time to start turtling.
Chock-full-of-info blog for screenwriting consultants and script coverage service Coverage, Ink, who just announced the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Place winners in their 2011 Writers on the Storm Screenwriting Contest.
Okay, so you’re too late for this go-around. But if you’ve got that next great screenplay in you, or if that last draft is in various stages of creative disrepair and abandonment in your real or virtual desk drawer, maybe it’s time to dust it off and work it into fighting shape for WOTS 2012, which is around the corner.
In the meantime, consider submitting that or any script to CI for analysis. Reasonable, competitive rates, as well as insightful, constructive commentary… if I do say so myself. [Full disclosure: I’m one of their analysts— so request JT if you’re so inclined].
All right, enough shilling. We now return you to your regularly scheduled procrastination…
The other sci-fi film of any import in 1980 (the first being a little movie called The Empire Strikes Back). If anything, its psyche-bending, peyote and pure science mashup heightened the genre.
This and Tommy were my fledgling filmmaking mind’s intro to visually idiosyncratic director Ken Russell, who passed on to the great sensory deprivation tank in the sky last week.
I swear to Christ, if you’re about to diagnose me with Post Traumatic Shock Syndrome, I am going to bash your goddamn face in.
VICE DEAN LAYBOURNE: Your 24 hours has expired. I need an answer, Troy. Are you ready to join the elite brotherhood of guys who fix air conditioners?
TROY: I’m sorry, Vice Dean, but… I realize no one’s better than anyone else. Some people are better at sports — and then there are magicians — but… I was put on this earth to do something… else.
VICE DEAN LAYBOURNE: So you’re going to be, what, a plumber?
TROY: No, I’m not going to be a plumber either, because they have to deal with poop.
We have a variety of all liquors served in strange containers. We are packed with celebrities— the fun ones. We also have cock fights and strippers. And guess what…? We don’t have a sign, so good luck finding the place. But if you do, you’ll be lucky because we’ve also got donkey shows, Motley Crüe and cake.
“Silver Shamrock Commercial” - Halloween 3: Season of the Witch
Just so you have this insidious jingle rattling around in your head while you sort your candy later tonight. This faux spot was the most <sarcasm>frightening</sarcasm> thing about the 1982 flick, hands down. Er-ee-er-ee-er-ee-er-ee…
You’re welcome.
“North Dallas Forty” is on my all-time fave football films short list, and #2 behind “The Longest Yard” for 1970’s gridiron flicks.
Its story occupies the darker spaces between the play calls and press conferences. Prescient in its portrayal of the debilitating injuries suffered by players, and the lengths they’ll go to stay in the game.
With a new Fall TV season, it’s only fair: