The end gameJoe Marco 8 comments
The end is in sight. The other day at a buddies birthday party, I realized that I have spent my early thirties working on ‘Catharsis’...roughly a month from now I turn 34, which is from what I have heard, the official start of the Mid-thirties. There are worse ways one could have spent their early 30’s; prison, war, or being married. Which from this vantage point, I’m not sure if there is a difference. With the year coming to a close in less than 3 months, it is time to up-date the curious, the willing and the faithful to all things LRP.
Understand, that these, (come May 2011) past three years have been spent making one fucking film. From it’s inception based off a theoretical argument to it’s recruitment of the co-star on a mushroom trip, to it being a 15 minute short, to it now being a feature length film with a two million dollar liability insurance policy attached to it...which for the past two years, I’ve been itching to blow something up for the film and cash in on some of that money.
Granted in the larger scheme of things, the ‘thing-in-of-itself’ being ‘the movie world’ we are but a small ass fish in a big fucking pond, but never the less...to all nay sayers and shit talkers, we are doing it and still doing it.
This has been the most consistent relationship I have ever had with anything that closely resembles a Woman. A film, like any work of art, much like a woman, must be nurtured and validated by the bearer of affection...but like a woman she’s also moody, demanding and if not careful...suicidal. I fear that at any moment something might go horribly wrong such as the house catching fire and all tapes being destroyed or even worse...the tapes themselves could end up mating and producing sequel after sequel, like fucking gremlins or even worse, Like a major Hollywood studio.
These are the last few months of filming, myself and the other male lead have been growing out our beards and hair for the opening scene...which in movie time is ‘three years before’ the actual story begins, but in real time, it comes almost three years into it...ah; irony.
I have set a goal: To have this film done either before the three year marker or right on it...which potentially means a Cinco de Mayo world premiere in Northern California:
This Cinco De Mayo, from LastRock Star Productions:
A Mexican and A Dane
The same guys from above
A science fiction thriller, a forbidden romance, a struggle between brothers...a fight for the future. Two men from the future are sent back to the present day to save their time from the coming ‘Catharsis’ that awaits ours, during their three year mission, One of the brothers falls madly in-love with a woman of this time, endangering the success of the mission and the fate of their own time.
Sometimes Life imitates art. This film has been a saga with it’s own romances and fights, it’s own adventures and craziness. Where else is one to draw inspiration from, except from one’s very life experience...you got to do shit in order to say shit, not that I have ever time traveled or have been in a place to save the world, but some mornings it feels that way.
This ride is far from done and like some really good acid, we’re about to peak and trip some fucking balls. This is the part where I knuckle down, where I focus, and where I discipline. This is the hardest part, harder than Hef’s dick on Viagra with twin sisters, harder than Chinese Calculus in an Indian University and definitely harder than trying to get a gay wedding into Reverend Phelps church in Kansas...