Friday, November 11, 2011

Washington Times post today...

Washington Times post today for RFDC...

Film festival: ReelFest DC
After four years in Boston, ReelFest is setting up camp in the District with the express mission of creating “a seed-bed for films outside of the mainstream which personify innovation, individuality and daring strokes of bold new cinema.” That’s a tall order, but at least one ReelFest offering appears to fit the bill: “Inventory” is a feature-length look at the inner workings of a New England furniture store. Like the retail-class sagas it echoes, “Inventory” deals principally with the problems of smart people who feel overqualified for jobs they can barely handle.
Through Monday at 1055 Thomas Jefferson St. NW.
Web: www.reelfestdc.com.

See original post here.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Stockbrokers Are People Too, Maybe, by Mark Donovan

You may want a primer on the behaviors and history that lead to the financial collapse of 2008 before going in to Margin Call, the new financial thriller from writer/director J.C Chandor. There are numerous terms and numbers thrown out at the characters and audience, and it’s hard to make sense of it all. But, then, that’s the point. Margin Call tells the story of a 24 hour period in which a few managers and executives at a Lehman Brothers-like firm try to avert an impending disaster, in which even the very highest executives are not entirely sure what the information means. The one character who seems to have the best grasp on the information is a rocket scientist, and even he doesn’t know exactly what is happening, or how to stop it.

It may seem somewhat masochistic to watch a financial thriller about the 2008 financial collapse while we are still experiencing the effects of it, but Margin Call makes for an effective and entertaining thriller, even while keeping the majority of the action contained to various boardrooms and offices. The boardroom scenes are tense, without devolving into shouting matches between veteran actors. And none of the actors come across as outright villains, they are all just people put into the overwhelming situation of trying to avert impending disaster, though Jeremy Irons does come off slightly vampiric. It is a bold move- especially in these times, where stockbrokers are perceived as enemy #1.



The ensemble cast includes Kevin Spacey, Paul Bettany, Demi Moore, Zachary Quinto, Simon Baker, Irons, and Penn Badgley. Stanley Tucci also shows up in scenes that bookend the film, as the risk management director whose work exposes the impending collapse, and whose role also seems to be the guy that just spouts numbers. It’s a role similar to Liam Neeson’s in Gangs of New York, in that he is mentioned constantly throughout the film while only appearing in it for a few minutes, not in the spouting numbers way. As one of the least recognizable names in the ensemble, Quinto does a fine job as Tucci’s rocket scientist protégé, who takes over his work after he is fired early on.

Kevin Spacey and Paul Bettany also deliver fine performances. This is perhaps one of Kevin Spacey’s best performances since Moon (where he played the voice of the robot GERTY), and it’s always good to see Bettany doing more than just glowering while killing CGI monsters. Penn Badgley is passable as a young, cocky stockbroker, though I kept thinking he was Adam Brody. Are we sure they’re not related? It was somewhat sad to hear his character admit that all he ever wanted to do was be a stockbroker. He must have had very little imagination as a kid.

Simon Baker and Demi Moore fare less well, though they aren’t given much to work with. They mostly just stay in the background as Spacey, Bettany, and Irons do the heavy lifting. And the one scene with the two of them sandwiching a cleaning woman in an elevator is a little too on the nose in terms of imagery. Aasif Mandvi can also be glimpsed taking a short break from The Daily Show, though he is given even less to do than Moore.

Margin Call occasionally evokes another one-location thriller, Deterence, though I would say that Margin Call is much more sure-footed and effective. Both deal with people making impossible choices in the face of catastrophe, but Margin Call has the benefit of being a fictional account of real events, and the ensemble is much better. While it may seem strange to find entertainment and excitement in a film about an event from which we are still feeling the fallout, Margin Call is nevertheless a well made, tense thriller, which manages to also be entertaining.

Written by Mark Donovan
Editor: Rod Webber

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Hoping Bernie Madoff Finds New Career In Art

Chuck Close
Recently, my friend Edgar Stephen Curo posted an interesting story from the New York Times called "Artist Files Suit, Seeking Royalties." As it turns out, I had a thought or two about it. The following is the rant posted to Edgar's Facebook:

"They [sellers, museums and galleries] contend that the law’s main beneficiaries are artists who need it the least: those, like Mr. Close [Chuck Close] or Mr. Stella, whose work is famous enough to sell again and again."

Wow... "The artists need it the least"? I will admit, that most of my art in recent years has been in the form of films or music, but I remember The Rhode Island School of design costing tens of thousands of dollars... It was a big part of why I dropped out. Sure, there are the lucky few artists who this quote may apply toward, but for the vast majority of artists out there, they're not making a dime on their work.

The "Sellers" make the argument that this is not like copyright in film/music/literary works, because "the realization of a work of art is in exhibition, not in duplication.” What this whore fails to understand is that films are also paid for by their exhibition: It's called a movie screen, or a TV screen. Musicians are paid for their exhibitions. They're called concerts, CDs, mp3s, radio. Literature has Kindle, and paper. The New York Times charges you to read on the web. These are their galleries.

Jerry Garcia
Don't get me wrong, I understand their cut-throat logic: If I were to sell the physical master tape a Jerry Garcia song was recorded on (to use their example), I would expect to get a hefty sum. It is, of course, the original. (See John Lennon's tooth for sale.)

Unfortunately, the reality of the situation is, that if a painting does get popular enough that people care about it, it is proliferated through libraries, magazines and now the web, and the artist never sees a dime for it. I suppose that we can't all have the resources to stage a marketing coup like Mr. Brainwash, but I think it's about time visual artists got treated at least with the same degree of respect that the rest of the arts get-- which is of course still pretty abysmal.

Mr. Brainwash
That being said, we starving artists knew what we signed on for, and I don't think a piece of legislation will have significant change on our artistic output... except perhaps to diminish it. After all, the struggle is often as much of the process as it is the art itself. I wouldn't expect the US to join with the European Union on this issue, but it seems to me that Sotheby's and Christie's and other such should at least have the decency to acknowledge that the artist themselves are of value.

But what else is new? Art-dealers, stock-traders, plantation owners, they're "the job creators." Right? Thanks Rockerfeller. Bernie Madoff says he's happier than he's ever been in prison. I wonder if he'll take up painting? I wonder how much his chicken scratches will sell for at Christie's? After all, it's not how well Jerry or Bernie paint... It's about the size of your auction block. Now, paint Bernie, paint!

Written by Rod Webber





Friday, October 28, 2011

Jane Asher - Masque of the Red Death Interview (part 1)

In honor of Halloween, (and Vincent Price's 100th birthday,) we've teamed up with Diabolique Magazine to bring you a four-part interview with Jane Asher about her experiences starring alongside gothic horror legend Vincent Price in The Masque of the Red Death, directed by Roger Corman.

Jane has starred in films and theater, and even has her own line of cakes, and we're honored that she took the time to sit down with us.

Here is part one. Enjoy!



Saturday, October 15, 2011

New Amateur Hour Trailer!

Amateur Hour Trailer #3 from Austere films on Vimeo.

Check out the new trailer for Amateur Hour! Amateur Hour will be premiering at Reel Fest DC - November 10-14, 2011.

www.facebook.com/amateurhourfilm

www.austerefilms.com

Friday, October 14, 2011

New MY AMERICA poster!


My America is coming to Reel Fest DC!!!

It's taking place this fall at CDIA, 1055 Thomas Jefferson St., N.W., Washington, DC, 20007



Reel Zine & Inventory on Kevin Smith's Smodcast!

Check out this clip of Kevin Smith plugging Reel Zine on Smodcast!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Northern Comfort @ Reel Fest DC!

NORTHERN COMFORT
Somewhere between home and where the heart is, is the place that we’re all going. When confronted with our humanity and our mortality we are confronted with the questions: Who do I want to be, and where do I want to go? Join two lost souls as they take the journey in search of hope, in search of answers, in search of… Northern Comfort.


Northern Comfort
Directed by Rod Webber
Written by Rod Webber, Greta Gerwig, Joseph James Bellamy, Irina Peligrad, David T. Grophear.

Cast
Rod Webber            ...       Horace
Greta Gerwig            ...     Cassandra
Joseph James Bellamy ...  Owen
Irina Peligrad            ...     Denise
Markus Nechay                Lived Alone In The Woods
Matthew D. Ferrel           Believed in Legislation
Jose Ramos                      Played A Good Game Of Chess
Robert Koch                    Tried To Catch The Big Fish

Crew
Directed by Rod Webber
Written by Rod Webber. Additional dialogue by Greta Gerwig, Joseph James Bellamy, Irina Peligrad, Markus Nechay, David T. Grophear
Camera: David T. Grophear, Tim Brenner
Sound: Mike Kovalko
Co-Producers: David T. Grophear, Ali Bell
Associate Producers: Joseph Poleman, Sam Moussavi



Northern Comfort, starring Rod Webber and Greta Gerwig, (who is now very well known for films such as Greenberg, No Strings Attached and the Russell Brand remake of Arthur) is the second of Webber’s experimental films shot primarily in three days. Webber's guide to shooting is based upon what frequent collaborator Joseph James Bellamy refers to as The Perpetual Motion Manifesto. The film is perhaps best described as an existentialist character-study, in which Webber and Gerwig encounter a slice of snowy, northern Americana as they walk, talk, and drive their way to Canada for employment and free health-care, respectively.


Synopsis:  Guided only by a set of books-on-tape by Greek philosopher Socrates, Horace and Cassandra are a mismatched duo who must learn to work together or meander aimlessly throughout the frozen wilderness. The two strike up a friendship, but after a night of drinking and spitting-up blood in a hotel bathroom, Cassandra has second thoughts about the pairing, and leaves the next morning. Horace and Cassandra cross paths again, but after her car breaks down, they are forced to find shelter in the woods. They come across a cabin inhabited by a crazy old hermit (Markus Nechay) who let’s them get out from the cold, and spends the night telling stories and playing his violin while Cassandra tries to get some shut-eye.

When Cassandra is confronted with the reality that her sickness is worsening, she must decide whether to stick it out with Horace, or find her own way, knowing that her time is running out.

Northern Comfort premiered May 25th, 2010 and has upcoming screenings October 9th 2011, at Southern New England Indie Film Fest, and November 11th at ReelFest DC.

Note*: The website is somewhat in transition-- But a more detailed synopsis is to come, when we get some of our other web-related issues squared away. In the meantime, please check out the trailers!

Northern Comfort Trailer 1:


Northern Comfort Trailer 2:



Friday, October 7, 2011

Schedule: Nov 10th to 14th

Thursday, November 10, 2011
OPENING NIGHT BLOCK: 
ONE PRICE GETS YOU IN ALL NIGHT!!
TWO FEATURES, PLUS TONS OF SHORTS!!
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7 PM – My America (80min) preceded by shorts
Opening statements by Joseph Polema
Bag Tax by J.W. Crump (5min), Slanted by The Mataresse Brothers (5 min)
OJ in Bishop Gardens by Otessa Ghadar (8min), Q & A with filmmakers
My America Webpage
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9 PM Amateur Hour by Sam Moussavi (94 min)
Preceded by shorts: 
Planet Diva Trailer (Shot on Super-8 Film) by John Hartman
Q & A with filmmakers 
Amateur Hour Webpage
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***Preceding opening night there will be FREE screening of Northern Comfort (at 5PM) (78 min)
Preceded by: Nobody is Somebody by Aaron Mullins/ Q & A
5PM BLOCK is a FREE Matinee warm-up event.
Northern Comfort Webpage

  
Friday, November 11, 2011
3 PM BLOCK – Northern Comfort (starring Greta Gerwig) (78 min)

Preceded by: selected shorts


Northern Comfort Webpage
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5 PM BLOCK – My America
Preceded by: Jane Asher on the 100th Birthday of Vincent Price
Q & A session with filmmakers.

My America Webpage
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7 PM BLOCK – Inventory by Justin Fielding (90 min
Preceded by shorts: 
 A short film by Joseph Poleman
Q & A session with filmmakers. 
Inventory Webpage
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9 PM BLOCK - Amateur Hour by Sam Moussavi
Preceded by shorts: 
Bag Tax by J.W. Crump, Slanted by the Mataresse Brothers
Counting Sand by Robert Early (3 min), Q & A session with filmmakers.
Amateur Hour Webpage
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Saturday, November 12, 2011
11 AM BLOCK – Northern Comfort (starring Greta Gerwig) (78 min)
Preceded by: selected shorts

Northern Comfort Webpage
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1 PM BLOCK - Babylon Central by Eric Hilton (90 min)
Preceded by: selected shorts

Babylon Central Webpage
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3 PM BLOCK - From the Back of the Room by Amy Oden (75 min)
Preceded by: selected shorts
Take Off One Ear! by Sabine I. Golz  (22 min)
Q & A session with filmmakers.
From The Back Room Webpage
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5 PM BLOCK – Feature Film TBA
Preceded by: selected shorts


7 PM BLOCK - Amateur Hour by Sam Moussavi
Preceded by:
The spoken word of Joseph James Bellamy of My America
Counting Sand by Robert Early, Bag Tax by J.W. Crump
Slanted by The Mataresse Brothers, Q & A session with filmmakers.
Amateur Hour Webpage
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9 PM BLOCK – My America 
Preceded by shorts: 
The Lake by Tara Garwood (12 min), Boys & Girls by Chris Tipton King (5 min)
OJ in Bishop Gardens by Otessa Ghadar, Q & A session with filmmakers.
My America Webpage
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Sunday, November 13, 2011 
11 AM BLOCK – Northern Comfort (starring Greta Gerwig) (78 min
Preceded by: selected shorts
Northern Comfort Webpage
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1 PM BLOCK - I Help You Kill Yourself by Kian Amani (57 min)
Preceded by shorts :Loneliness by Farzan Farmazi (5 min), Metta by Kirthi Nath (10 min) Something Like Life by Ardavan Roozbeh (40 min)
Q & A session with filmmakers.
I Help You Kill Yourself Webpage
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3 PM BLOCK - Return to El Salvador by Jaime Moffett (67 min
Preceded by shorts :
Hidden Books by Sam Hampton (12 min)
Q & A session with filmmakers.
Return to El Salvador Webpage
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5 PM BLOCK - Amateur Hour by Sam Moussavi
Preceded by: selected shorts 
Out for Good by Nico Colombant (21 min)
Q & A session with filmmakers.
Amateur Hour Webpage
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7 PM BLOCK - My America
Preceded by shorts:
Take Off One Ear! by Sabine I. Golz, Q & A session with filmmakers
Closing announcements       
My America Webpage  
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Monday, November 14, 2011
12 PM BLOCK – Northern Comfort (starring Greta Gerwig) (78 min
Preceded by shorts:
A short film by Joseph Poleman
Northern Comfort Webpage
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2 PM BLOCK - Amateur Hour by Sam Moussavi
Preceded by: selected shorts: OJ in Bishop Gardens by Otessa Ghadar
Slanted by The Mataresse Brothers, Bag Tax by J.W. Crump , Q&A
Amateur Hour Webpage
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4 PM BLOCK -  My America
Preceded by: selected shorts 
My America Webpage
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I'm The Mountain - (Chords/ Lyrics)

I’m The Mountain
(Written August 26th 2011, 7AM)
Chords: E blues Riff throughout

I’m the mountain up on high.
I’m the valley, down down low.
I’m the fire burning brightly.
I’m the ice so bitter cold.
I’m the good of warm embrace.
I’m so bad ain’t got no face.
I’m the earth I‘ll swallow you
I’m the sky so bright and blue

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.


I’m the stream of broken dreams
I’m the guide down the river Styx
I’m the fates, I call the wild
I’m the doors to all there is
I’m the wind, step on my back
I am the light in the deepest black
I am you, and you are me
I am all that you’ll never see

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.


I’m the cloud that hovers over
When I want I make it rain
I’m the slime primordial
I evolved to bring you pain
I’m the ancient Aztec Gods
I’m a caveman making fire
I’m a speck of space rock dust
I am what you never trust

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.


I am dead, I am immortal
I'm the sword lunged through your chest
You may claw, and you may struggle
I am all and you've met your best
Look my eyes call out my name
I will cast you where you came
I'll still stand when man is long dead
I'm the mountain, say my name

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.

Monday, September 19, 2011

"I'm The Mountain" - (Video)

I’m the cloud that hovers over
When I want, I make it rain
I’m the slime primordial
I evolved to bring you pain


Saturday, September 10, 2011

3000 Sing - (Chords/ Lyrics)

Doubtlessly, this song will fail to capture all that transpired at The World Trade Center in New York City, 10 years ago, but it is not meant to. Those who know my songwriting, know that I speak in fleeting glimpses and impressions grabbed from the stream of consciousness. Doubtlessly, for those who even listen or read my thoughts on the topic, their will be some who misinterpret of what is meant. I assure you that I mean no disrespect. My heart goes out to everyone who was effected by that day.


Requiem For 3000
Written Sept 6, 2011. 
(To Watch Video, Go to Next Blog Post)
Chords: Capo on 5th fret.
E minor to Asus2 throughout (except where noted)

I’ll be a caped crusader for you. I will climb the highest mountain and pick the most beautifullest flower in the world. When we go, we will wish Mrs. McDay the fondest wishes. I will wash all her dishes. And there is your mother in the driveway. America got older. Story. /// Mama’s here. She’s coming to dinner. We will put pasta and potatoes and barrels of fruit on the table if we are able.

And the restaurant shooter has been identified. Clearly, he has sabotaged his retirement. It’s a domino effect /// A mess that can’t be cleaned// It was fate the train was running late. I was sitting in class getting read to a room full of first-graders-- or was it kindergarteners? Can’t remember-- It doesn’t matter….

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

Where is your baby bump? Who will be his father now? In the ruins of your former life, who will you be/// when you lost your wife?
Crushed in the rubble neath the falling sky// life squeezed out from her. Crushed forever. ///The world turned to smoke and fire-- Diabolical laughter an ocean away-- in a cave or a crummy mansion in cadet city.

Absolute truth gives way to absolute force. Total annihilation. Pulverization. Jump out of the plane so we can kick the dog. Step out of the car, so we can kick the dog. Step out of yourself, so we can kick the dog. Let’s kick the dog. Come on everybody, let’s kick the dog.

Going to crush your bones. Going to pulverize. Mother’s waiting. Mother's waiting. Kindergarten’s been a real tough year. Wake up in the decade that America got a little bit lost along the way. 

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

It’s rainy and it’s falling bricks/// The screams and the metal will drive you sick. /// The death and destruction on the road to redemption/// The bankrupt nation bloats with waste/// The mighty eagle rests it’s wings… There’s no more nothing for us now. /// Wing commander, Texas fire.//
She’s a mental patient with a hair-helmet.//

It was a stroke he said. Gotta spend more time with the bees in the hive. There is honey to be made. /// Sleep when you’re dead. But Texas oil comes first. //// Then God, then family, and “I don’t have much to say about the rest /// Because the rest are communists, come to sell us hippy flowers and out-of-state checks, and a bunch of minds getting vexed, by their Godless heathen’s ways. // A state of confusion. But even heathens needed God on that day. /// And even communists were people on that day.” Well, even Bible-thumpers turned their heads to look away on that day… If only for a while.

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

And hidden deep below the second in command’s double vaulted lair, the mole-men dug their way toward the sun. /// Beneath the sky on that day as they first breathed human air. ///// The sky turned to rubble and all was pulverized. In a blaze of fire, in a blaze of fire. /// rest your heads, children of men. And we will never forget that day.

The writers and the poets will make sure to it that that is true. As we all go down and the thunder shakes the ground, I think back to a time that my father’s father knew.

[Asus] There was nothing we coulda done.
[E-] There was nothing we coulda done.
We were [G] lucky to just get out alive.

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Requiem For 3000 - (Video)

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.


Thursday, September 8, 2011

Somewhere To Bleed (Chords/ Lyrics)

 Labor Day Shootings in NYC, Sept 6th, 2011

Somewhere To Bleed 

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
What do you do when you're all done with screaming? All done with dreaming… All done with the hope that a riot doesn’t just break out in your front yard? Raijiv Pandey called in a bomb-threat because the power was out at his grandmother’s house. He wanted to get it back on. I called in a love threat, and threatened to strangle him with affection, crush the bomb-threat insurrection, put a scare into the eyes of those who’d bully us with their lies, deception, deceit and mistrust. Hate is the soul-killer. Only hate can bring you down. Only hate can bring you down. It will sink you so hard.


CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Welcome to the West Indian parade. It weren’t the West Indians…. It was just the hate. Eighties Madonna hates flowers. But The Madonna-Madonna is mother to Jesus our Savior. There are riots in the streets. There are saviors at our feet, but none can hear us.There are riots in the streets. There is smell of gun-smoke in the air, and people dying.
So we must die, we must die, we must die. Stabbed in the back, stray bullet through Denise Gay, she’s dead at the scene. Leroy Webster was his name, shot Eusi Johnson just the same. And dead is dead, as dead can be, dead at the scene. Crown Heights is full of bullets today.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Two cops, Dicken and Medina shot up too.
Another one dead during J’Ouvert, four shot while making dessert, and more shooting as the parade got underway. Said William Long, they were knocking over barricades, for a dozen blocks of the parade, then one more shot in the leg.
At 6pm a man was stabbed in the back- when across town one shot in the arm.
A 15 year old boy shot at Kingsborough.
A 17 year old in the leg up in the Bronx.
A 33 year old man in Harlem.
A woman in the back in Jamaica Queens
A 44 year old man at Empire and McKeever.
A man shot in Flatbush in critical condition
Two men at the Marcy Houses in Bed Stuy- one dead, but one survived.
One shot in the chest at 2nd Ave
A man shot at Whitman Houses
One  in the head at Brownsville -- dead at the scene.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
I know I’m screaming in my head-- screaming “come make me dead.” Shadows in the dirt, a cold fast, rain surge through my veins, falls to the ground as my feet pound, to free my mind. And in my tracks as a run the path, the flashing lights shine in my eyes. I’m going blind this time, but I don’t know if you even know that you see me. I’m a ghost as you shine the lights. I’m not seen as I make my way through the night. I’m a ghost, and I fight for love- glad you see that you can’t see me. Because hate kills the mind, hate kills the soul. I give love, to try to fill the hole. Gun smoke in the air, and the sky is bleeding. Bleed on me a cold red rain, wash the hate right down the drain, so when Evil comes and he stands on trial he won’t be smiling.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late,
when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.



Thursday, September 1, 2011

Rod Webber Band "Bang" at The Burren

An oldy but a goody.
Going through the archive to get some more of this stuff out there.

Musicians:
Rod Webber: Guitar/ Vocals
Luke Bellamy: Drums (off camera)
Matt Ferrel: Bass/ Vocals
Chris Canney: Lead Guitar (mostly off camera)


ReelFest 4: In Washington DC!

 
Reel Fest is pleased to announce that Reel Fest DC will be taking place this fall at CDIA, 1055 Thomas Jefferson St., N.W., Washington, DC, 20007
After three successful seasons in Boston, MA, ReelFest is branching out.  Join us in the nation’s capital for a showcase of some of the country’s finest independent filmmakers.

Washington, DC is a city with a rapidly expanding independent film presence, spectacular networking opportunities and has recently been dubbed the documentary capital of the world by filmmakers and press alike.

Read our full Mission Statement

Click on our Press Page to read about Reel Fests in the past.

Contact RodWebber [AT] yahoo.com for additional info, etc.

REVIEW: THE WILD HUNT, by Mark Donovan

 Be Careful What You Pretend To Be

            Live action role playing is a topic that has been widely covered in documentary form, since it is easy find subjects worthy of an audience’s sympathy, pity, or scorn, and there is already an easily defined narrative to the proceedings that can be easily juxtaposed with the reality of the subjects’ lives. It is also an area that is relatively unexplored in narrative features, given that it is home to outsized personalities, giant battles, opposing factions, and it all seems very silly to those who choose not to partake. It can make for great comedy, or, as it is used in The Wild Hunt, it can make for some tense drama.
            The Wild Hunt starts out in a similar fashion to another movie about LARPing, Darkon, in that it fully immerses the audience in the actual game, as if it were real, before pulling back the curtain to reveal that all of the fights were with foam swords. From there it moves, briefly, to the real world, where Eric and his girlfriend, Lyn, are going through relationship problems. After she leaves to take part in the game, he begins having bad dreams about her, and eventually heads off to crash the game in search of her. The early scenes come off like so many mumblecore dramas, with characters milling about, unable to express their emotions with any sort of clarity or enunciation. This is also contrasted with the land of the game, where everyone tends to shout their feelings and desires in a theatrical style reminiscent of fantasy. The early scenes are also shot through a blue filter, with overexposed lighting, giving the real world a sort of unreal, depressing quality.
            Once at the game, Eric trudges through it, begrudgingly dressing in proper costume attire and loudly declaring to anyone he comes into contact with how he is not really playing the game, looking for Lyn. His feelings of superiority to the silly costumed people that are taking the game seriously are easy to see. After his first, brief encounter with Lyn, in which she rebuffs him in favor of the silly costumed people, he teams up with his older brother, Bjorn, to try to win her back through playing the game, setting in motion events that nearly destroy the fantasy world.
            Alexandre Franchi’s excellent direction, in conjunction with the terrific cinematography by Claudine Sauve, creates a mood of mounting dread that starts shortly after Eric enters the fantasy world and doesn’t let up until the end. There is something unsettling about the fantasy world, and the way some of these characters wrap themselves in it, like religious zealots. It’s easy to see how such people could end up running wild, given that so much of their ego is wrapped up in the game. They have played characters of great importance for so long that they actually believe they are important.
            Despite taking place in expansive woods, the film feels claustrophobic. It is as if the escape that these characters are searching for is also keeping them confined. There is no true freedom to be found through the game, and nowhere in these woods to hide. The only character that seems to be truly enjoying everything is King Argyle, who uses the rules and his position in the game world to just be a terrific bastard to everyone else. He’s not above using cheap tricks to win, and then taunting his opponents.
            The one problem with the film is the character of Lyn, and what I like to call the Ramona Flowers conundrum: she does not seem to care enough about the relationship to make the audience care about the relationship, or make us understand why the main character would go to such lengths for her. She is more like a prize, and the only sense we get of her character is that she is only interested in fun. She seems to just want to be wanted, and shows extreme ambivalence about everything that doesn’t revolve around her. If I were Eric, I’d just cut my losses, as opposed to going through all that trouble just for her.
            Still, even with that problem, The Wild Hunt is fun little movie, filled with great characters, and enough respect for its fantasy world that it never falls into derision, yet still has a sense of humor about it. The direction is tight, and the cinematography is top notch. If you are a fan of role playing, tense dramas, or well made films in general, check out The Wild Hunt.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Rod Webber Band "Bang" at The Burren

An oldy but a goody.
Going through the archive to get some more of this stuff out there.

Musicians:
Rod Webber: Guitar/ Vocals
Luke Bellamy: Drums (off camera)
Matt Ferrel: Bass/ Vocals
Chris Canney: Lead Guitar (mostly off camera)


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Fanny, Annie & Danny @ White Sands International Film Festival

Christmas hasn't come soon enough this year? Check out Fanny, Annie & Danny at White Sands International Film Festival this Saturday.



The film is a hilarious dysfunctional family gathering which has been served up with a Christmas turkey full of peyote... Or bad-brown acid... Or you take your pick of which form of "crazy" you like your family during the holidays. The film is a film which needs to be seen, more than it can be explained, since it is as I imagine a variation on what many of us experience when the holidays roll around. Thankfully, we've been given the opportunity to laugh at it-- so if you're in the are and you can make it down, check it out, or go to the website for updates on the DVD release. A fun time will be had for all, and excellent for stocking stuffers!

Fanny plays at the White Sands International Film Festival, Sat, Aug 27th @ 10am. Q&A following with filmmaker Chris Brown and actor Jill Pixley. 

Fanny Website



Written by T.S. Harmon
Editor: Rod Webber

Saturday, August 20, 2011

PJ Pacifico at Levitt Pavilion Aug 19th

PJ Pacifico. Mix up a little Cat Stevens and James Taylor and add a pinch of country, brought to you circa 2011, and you've got yourself PJ Pacifico, the man who has been hitting the stage for up to 4 nights a week for the past year. Pacifico is promoting the material from his third and latest recording, Outlet out on Viper Records this past June. Pacifico's mellow vibe and rich harmonies are the perfect companion to a warm summer night with good friends... Preferably sipping on a cool drink.

Pacifico has got gigs booked through the fall throughout the country, which means that if he's in your neck of the woods, it will only be for a short time. So, check him out while you can. He puts on an amazing show, backed by a truly talented line-up. Check him out!


PJ Pacifico Website

Written by T.S. Harmon
Editor: Rod Webber