Last Tuesday (the 6th,) I went to a great little theater in Hollywood to see a limited-release film called Wristcutters. The three little screens sat well u under 100 people each (there was one aisle with three seats on either side.) Anyway – cool theater, and Wristcutters is now one of may favorite indie films. (Included in that list is Bella - which is amazing.) If either are playing near you – which they may not be until they get wide release or come out on video – I highly recommend them.
The following morning, I headed to a film trade show down the road from my house at the Loew’s Santa Monica Beach Hotel. It is the partner event to AFI, which is a popular and important film festival in this city. AFM is where filmmakers pitch their ideas, buyers survey what is going on, deals get made and such. I was originally going to go on Tuesday, but I got busy wit a project and went Wednesday morning instead. So I get dressed up ‘business casual’ and go to the hotel in the morning, and find a list of the filmmakers and where they are located, grab the Variety and Hollywood Reporter, get a coffee, and sit on the deck overlooking the ocean. I finish my coffee, read the Variety, make a game plan for the day. I have business cards ready, and am stoked to start talking to some people and hear about some projects. By the time I get to the first filmmaker, I have been at the place for almost two hours. I walk into the film maker’s area and they are tearing down their displays and packing their things. After visiting a few more rooms and floors of the Hotel, I realized that the last day was not for presenting but rather a day for everybody to move out. AFM was over. So, feeling like a total fool, I went home and dressed down and went in to work for the day. There’s always next year.

Oh yeah – I doctored Craig’s badge to save the company $400.
After work that day, I went to Home Group at the Dickerson’s on Sunset and Vine. It was a great time as usual, and after that I went to the DGA for an industry screening of American Gangster. In my opinion, it deserved the hype it was getting as one of the better movies of the year. It was a 2.5 hour movie, but managed to completely hold my interest for the duration. I’m glad I saw it, and it was nice to see it in such an environment (and for free!) Thumbs-up to the Editor’s Guild and the DGA.
Friday, we took an official company trip to the Arclight movie theater to watch No Country for Old Men – a Cohen Brothers film. The Arclight is the nicest movie theater I have ever patronized, and a Hollywood legend. All of the seating is assigned, and they and often have an emcee introduce the film. Gene had seen the film in Cannes and thought it was so good the rest of us ought to see it too. Craig didn’t go because he had a weekend trip planned to some wineries with his fiance. It was good. Weird and gruesome, but good.
Later that evening marked my second visit to the Magic Castle, which you can read about in an earlier post about my first experience there. We met some people there that we had gotten to know on my first visit to the castle and had a great time. I will be visiting that place again no doubt.
Saturday, I didn’t have anything planned so I called Cuauhtzin (a buddy from Webrides) to see what he was up to. He was heading over to a friend’s house in Monterrey Park to kick it with him and some of his friends. It happened that I already knew this guy through Cuautz, so after eating some Chinese with Greg at a restaurant about a block down the road, I decided to roll out there. It turns out Chinese food was a good prelude to the evening, because the party I went to was almost entirely Chinese. There were about 15 Chinese guys and girls, two Mexicans, and one white kid. The white kid was me. When I got there, everyone was around a huge outdoor grill cooking out and having a great time. It ended up being one of the best parties i’ve been to in quite a while.
Sunday, The WGA strike was once again a big topic of conversation at church. It’s amazing how many people are being affected by it even in our small church congregation. Almost everyone I talked with that morning had something new to say about it. After church, I went with Greg to the house of a friend from church who is a writer. He was having a reading of one of his scripts with some actors (also from church) and Greg and I went to observe and (constructively) criticize. It was a good script, and I’m excited for what may come of his writing in the future. After the reading, Connor (my pro-skater friend) swung by and we went to Belvedere skate park in East LA. It was the best free skate park I have ever seen. It was huge and all concrete. I was just out of practice enough to hurt by jaw, scrape my face, bruise both palms, mess up one wrist and the opposite shoulder, and bruise my butt. As expected, Connor was pulling backflips off a 6-foot quarterpipe, and pulling tricks most guys there wouldnt ever dream of doing. But, it was a great time, and i’m stoked to do some more So-Cal inlining before I head home.


The picture is of the secondary collision where my face hit ground after my jaw slammed into the concrete.
This past Tuesday (the 13th,) I left work a little early with Sarkis the Russian Intern to our company-sponsored NHL trip. I guess they just wanted to give us a little high-five by buying us tickets (and really good seats) to the hockey game. It was at the Duck Pond in Anaheim, and we saw the Ducks play the LA Kings. It was a very entertaining game – with plenty of bad calls, fights, and close shots. It ended in an overtime and a shootout, which the Ducks won by a single goal. We were sitting right on top of the zamboni tunnel – which is a great close view of the goal. And the snow-scooper-upper girls came through that way, which was an added bonus. It was one of the few sports we play in America that the Russian actually understood. Hooray for not having to explain everything like when we watch football or baseball or basketball at the office.
