The Purple Pinup Guru Platform

When purple things are pulsating on your mind, I'm the one whose clock you want to clean. Aiding is Sparky, the Astral Plane Zen Pup Dog from his mountain stronghold on the Northernmost Island of the Happy Ninja Island chain, this blog will also act as a journal to my wacky antics at an entertainment company and the progress of my self published comic book, The Deposit Man which only appears when I damn well feel like it. Real Soon Now.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

NOT NOW JOHN, WE GOTTA GET ON WITH THE FILM DISCLAIMER

Just spent the last hour scouring the Ain't It Cool News messageboards as to what the consensus is towards Keanu Reeves playing John Constantine- it appears that a lot of British are very, very pissed off that he is being protrayed as an American in the upcoming movie, other than that, nobody really cares. The reason why I'm monitoring Harry Knowles' grammar impaired bunch of flaming hooligans is because I want to spot any spies seen lurking on the set when I case the joint out and maybe rat out on them to security.

I don't like the fact that Harry Knowles considers himself a journalist- reading his posts on his website gives me a fucking headache- for one thing, he spoils major plot threads in movies before they are months away from being released. He inspires this whacked out loyalty amongst his brethren when they sneak into private screenings and come back posting negative commentary that could damage or hamper a movie's success and they are done with such vulgar malice lacking any serious integrity whatsoever when they're posted online rifted with poor punctuation and spelling errors. It also upsets me to see people who post on the website messageboards to be equally obnoxious in throwing insults at each other and try to outwit each other's slurs over such tedious non-issues.

Anyway, I don't want go off on rant.

The important thing about today's entry is that I want to point out that when I go lurking down on the studio lot I want to put into clarification a few things to anyone in the entertainment industry who may be reading this (especially my employers), a sort of a disclaimer so I don't get into any legal trouble-

A) : I don't mention the name of the company that I do work for on this blog (even though it's blatantly obvious)

B) I don't disclose budget costs that I'm privy to- except for estimations to simply drive home the point, say such as hundreds of dollars, or thousands of dollars just to get the general idea across of what expenitures go into making a big budget movie.

C) I don't reveal details of the plot or script- I'm merely there strictly to make assiduous observations and form my own opinions of how close I think the movie will stick to the original comic book premise, because I've been there ever since John Constantine was a little baby when he made his first appearance in Saga of the Swamp Thing # 37, and I'd hate to bear witness to any unnecessary screw-ups.

D) Restrain myself from acting like an asshololic around cast and crew that I see going in and out of the stage entrance and ask permission to make any personal observations of the set or shoot.

E) Have my security clearance showing at all times, in fact, I'll probably be wearing it tied around my neck. I've been poking my nose in all kinds of stages and I find that none of the guards really bother me too much if my badge is prominently displayed on my person. I bought a special badge holder from the company store for when I went down to San Diego, because those pin to your shirt badges they had you wear at the convention had the tendency to pop off on occasion, so with this strapped around my neck, I have less worries.

The reason why I wrote the above is because during work today, I became a little bit paranoid after a e-mail I sent to my brother through my aol work account came back as undeliverable and on that e-mail was the link to this blog and the fact that I was making journal entries about Constantine and Catwoman (BTW It was mentioned in Hollywood Reporter today that Benjamin Bratt will be co-starring as the Catwoman's love interest and that the movie will start lensing on September 29th) on it. Maybe that wasn't such a wise idea.

I wanted to touch briefly on movie codas - they seem to be the hottest new thing going nowadays in the motion picture industry . It seems the interest is suddenly increasingly popular because tof hose Easter Eggs that they hide on DVDs - so in my observation, there has to be a little extra incentive thrown in for those who strictly see movies in theaters - the studios are trying to entice people to sit through 5 to 7 minutes of closing credits just to see a final scene before the screen fades to black. I've noticed this to be the case when I saw two movies over the weekend to utilize this technique, Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Cabin Fever. They both had half minute final trailers attached to it. I heard Hollywood Reporter did this as a cover feature and I want to discuss more about it, because I think this could be an exciting trend- once I get my hands on the article.

In more Deposit Man news: Last night, I finished my final draft of the page 30 essay or listless meananderings, pick or choose. The title is 'Lost Again in the Ghetto of Beautiful Things' as a tribute to a singer/songwriter Kevin Gilbert, a brilliantly talented individual of whom I had the pleasure of meeting shortly before his passing. Kevin was one half of the pop progessive rock duo, Toy Matinee (the other being one time Madonna collaborator, Patrick Leonard) as well as leader of Giraffe, and the producer of the very first Spock's Beard album. Kevin was also in the final stretches of auditioning to be the replacement singer for Phil Collins in Genesis amongst other things. There was a major female pop singer that Kevin once bent over backwards for...but it's uncomfortable to go into here- but yeah, I'm at a crossroads on whether I should dedicate the new book to my one time roommate who was done in by a heart attack at the age of 31 or Kevin. But the good news is, all I have left to do is write a title page with the list of credits and make up some goofy little indicia and I'm basically done with the writing portion of the book- now all I have left to do is instruct Oliver with the layouts of the pages that I want done and coordinate what needs to be done with ad space. And then he downloads it to disc and off to Brenner it will go. Brenner quoted me $ 1260 for a thousand print run. Man, it's going to be hard to come up with that dough in two to three weeks....

Underworld opens tomorrow from Screen Gems (don't be fooled, it's Sony/Columbia Pictures in disguise) Vampires and Werewolves galore. So much publicity behind this is that it's forced Nancy A. Collins (who used to be a worthy successor to Alan Moore's version of Swamp Thing once Alan and Rick Veitch were off the book) to come out of retirement and sue the pants off the producers for claiming that they plagurized the entire idea from her Vampire: Masquerade gaming books and novels. Whatever. Who has an original idea in Hollywood these days?

Cold Creek Manor- Touchstone Pictures. Sharon Stone. Takes place in a haunted house where Eddie Murphy won't be showing up for a while. That's all I know.

Last but not least- I have so much fun with my off the wall comments at work relating to social issues and current events. One of my supervisors gives me a ride to the bus stop and somehow the conversation we were having touch briefly on the subject of these high school kids who were victims of a drive by a gangbanger shooting at a bus stop near the school campus. I mentioned the fact that since this shooting took place at a affluent neighborhood that is populated by movie entertainers and people of high profile professions such as lawyers and doctors that the manhunt for these savages will be more intensified because of where they committed the crime. I'm sure word will spread throughout the whole department like wildfire that I uttered these comments. I expect heavy rebuttals and incessant pointless bickering throughout tomorrow's workday.

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Coat

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW

I swear, I'm worse than a chick sometimes- I can't make up my mind with these limited amount of templates. Anyway the last one wasn't gelling with me. Everything I italicized something, it seemed to bleed into the word next to it. Hopefully this new look will eliminate this problem.

I've also invited Oliver Simonsen & Alan Sinder to contribute to this journal- since I will be posting on a limited basis for this month and next. I sure hope they surprise me with something.

In the meantime, I gotta think about something to bitch about tomorrow.

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Coat

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

TRIPPED MY FOOT, I NEARLY FELL

Got a lot of stuff on Constantine today- but first how fucking freaky was it that the now late great late 70's pratfalling pantysniffer, John Ritter shifted off this mortal coil at the very same time I was sitting through an employee screening of Matchstick Men? And it was all going down less than a mile from me. Not only Ritter, but we got the famous triple scoop to the afterlife once again with Warren Zevon and Johnny Cash- although I wasn't a rabid fan of both- I held strong admiration in equal measure for their diversive talents. In retrospect, I still hold very vivid memories of Cash's variety show that was once carried on ABC in the early seventies as the only country music that was and still is tolerable to me to this very day.

I mean, the guy sang songs frothing at the mouth for ten minutes or more about staging epic battles with demons and devils, how could one not fucking get immersed in that kind of experimental shit? In fact, I'd be very much disappointed if Constantine director, Francis Lawrence didn't pay tribute to the legendary Man in Black in the film's soundtrack, not that I understand that his background was as a music video director.

Some bills have come floating in concerning the Constantine movie. Metal shop had 3 bed frames welded together. And invoice for Signs has come in for engraved name tags to be placed on all the cast and crew's trailers. Make up has several hundred dollars worth of cosmetics charged as well as a thousand or so worth of hair care products, and I suspect even more will be making their way soon.

Passing by some of the big soundstages that they will be utilizing soon- official lensing begins early next week, I couldn't help but notice that one strange trailer with the words written in bold magic marker " POSSESSED GIRL" which stood out like the proverbial bewitched sore thumb was parked right next to the cast and crew trailers belonging to 'All About the Andersons'. I wonder what the cast of Gilmour Girls thinks of all this- they're practically neighbors also.

Another billing invoice I had to handle of late belonged to the upcoming Artisan production of the Punisher which is targeted for next summer with John Travolta co-starring as the heavy once again. Our metal shop had manufactered two metal sinks for them and shipped them off to their production office in Tampa Bay, Florida - now which begs the question, who the fuck opens a production office in Tampa Bay. Florida? Fucking sharks who can't keep their shit together in Hollywood, that's who?

It's with deep regret that I inform you all that Catwoman will be shooting at the end of this month up in 'freeze your nuts off' Vancouver - and so my lustful dreams of seeing Halle Berry strutting around in a skintight Cat outfit are forever dashed to forever in my lustful imagination purgatory once again.

New release of notable worth are David Bowie's new Reality which I believe is on EMI records or Capitol and Sony releases the Adam Sandler/Jack Nicholson, sometimes sappy in some places epic comedy tour de force Anger Management through Sony/Columbia.

Jake 2.0 could use some improvement- but it does have the potential to be something good provided that Enterprise doesn't wind up as a fuck up this season- and I see some good changes have been implemented by putting Jolene Bullock in a different variety of T & A hugging outfits and maybe that could be forgiven for the half witted plots and scripts that has done nothing but make all previous Star Trek continuity look like 4000 light years of bad road.

After I log off here, it's straight to 'the essay for the new Deposit Man book and how can I lacerate this to make it make perfect sense to the outside world' for the umpteenth time?

More on Thursday.

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Coat