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Revenge of the Sith


David and I, first in line for the last time.

UPDATE: I forgot to mention this really cool video that David made about Star Wars and his life in creativity. Check it out, it's quite amazing and wonderful: http://www.road-dog-productions.com/confluence.mov

I kept a log via my cell phone based on the days happenings. It's pretty boring actually but since mundane is the new punk I'll go ahead and post it:
2:09 p.m. We have arrived at the Palace Theater in Downtown Fort Worth. We are the first two people in line. They actually had to come out and place the barricades up for us. We are the biggest nerds in downtown FW. Kings.

3:58 p.m. We are still the only two people in line. Right now David is taking some pictures with his Mace Windu doll that he brought. Not doll, action figure. Do you want to say anything David? "No." So...that's all that's going on. We've had lots of people come by and say how cool we are for being in line but we're still the only people.

6:39 p.m. We have been joined by one other person in line, Jake, he's been here for about an hour probably. That's it, nothing else going on.

8:08 p.m. Alright, the line is starting to get big now and our first costumed people have shown up. It looks like it's gonna be a good crowd...that we're gonna be having fun. Me and David were able to slip away and grab a beer (New Belgium's 1554 on tap) so we're feeling kinda nice and Amy's gonna join us in a bit, bring us some food, so it's all looking good.

8:32 p.m. A lady bought a box of chocolates for the entire line so she handed it to me since I'm number one in line but I couldn't eat any since I'm Vegan and they're all milk chocolate but it's a very nice gesture and it's cool.

8:33 p.m. (I hand the phone to a young couple for comments)[young man makes random noises I can't think of a way to type and then passes phone] "This is Colleen and I'm here at Star Wars in my great robe, it's so awesome."

10:07 p.m. (I hand the phone to Mateo Zeske, who has cut in line with us, in an attempt to garner some comments from him. Instead he clams up and can't think of anything to say so I tell him to push cancel but he misunderstands me and yells "CANCEL " really loud into the phone almost crushing my eardrums as I listen to playback.)

10:07 p.m. The line is around the building, around two corners of the building. They're gonna start seating at 10:30 p.m. so it's gonna get crazy.

10:18 p.m. Some teenage kids with a video camera came and interviewed David and asked him how long he's been in line, who his favorite Star Wars character is. Then they asked him if we would show them some Jedi moves and asked if we would do a fake Jedi fight but we kindly declined.
That's about all I got. It does seem sort of random and boring. Indeed it probably would have been insipid to any outside observer. David and I pretty much held a constant conversation for the entire duration. Bouncing between Star Wars (duh), film, our projects, musings on experimental film and creative commons liscense, how sexy the picture of Brigitte Bardot is on my Desktop, and other things of importance.

Random memories:
--A lady bringing a shit load of taco bell tacos for everyone in line (again we couldn't partake but the gesture was swell.)
--Being unofficial diplomats for the theater. Everyone seemed to come up and ask us questions instead of just going to the ticket booth and asking.
--A bicycle cop riding by throwing up devils horn rock n' roll gesture with his hand yelling "You guys rock, I'll be joining you later."
--Walking down the street after having a beer and a man stopped us and said "You guys better get back to your post."
--The manager of the theater, who knew David from a previous job, offering to let us watch the film at around 4:00 p.m. while they did a tech run. It was hard to say no but opted to wait and see it with the crowd and our friends.
--A girl walking by and saying "Star Wars is retarded" to which I replied "So is your mom but I still line up for her."
--A gentleman about my age confiding that all he could think to bring with him was a cigar and some scotch. He, David and I shared a shot of that scotch. There was no toast or words imparted. It was a bittersweet unplanned moment of silence, all of us aware that this is indeed the last time.
So what did I think. I loved it of course. People keep asking is it as good as the originals, is is better than I and II. That's all besides the point to me. I love Star Wars therefore I love the films. It's that simple. Lucas made the film he wanted to make. There's nothing he could have done to make these "as good" as the original trilogy. They aren't the original. They are the prequels. He's a forward thinking visionary filmmaker, why would he go back and do things the way he already had. People are selfish. They take Star Wars so personally and expect so much but they won't allow Lucas, the creator, to do that for himself.

Since I never really cared too much about the extended universe I come away from this film as the end of all things Star Wars and I am perfectly happy. I'm not jaded or cynical. I now turn to plotting a way to talk George into letting me and David do some sequels.

I had a dream the other night that I emailed everyone I knew and said "I just saw a great documentary about life on Mars. It's called Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. You should all go see it. It's really good."


BTW- This is completely unrelated to Star Wars (or is it) but I want to mention it before I forget. I was at Spiral the other night and poet/activist Tammy Gomez [http://www.hyperweb.com/tammyg/gomez.html] dropped by. She said "I saw you on a vlog yesterday, you were standing in the background while someone else was talking." Well the only thing I could think of was Chuck so I asked if it was Blogumentary [http://blogumentary.typepad.com/] and she couldn't quite recall. I mentioned SXSW and that rang the bell for her. Funny, a woman in Fort Worth, Texas recognizes me from a vlog of a man in Minneapolis, shot while we were in Austin. Connectivity.
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Broken

A minor tragedy has struck my family. My cousin, Wesley Stone, has fallen off a balcony and broken his back. Here are the details that I know:

Wes was at a wedding in St. John (Virgin Islands?). During a party at a hotel someone decided to play a joke on all the people out on the balcony smoking and lock the door. So Wes, in a "I'll show them" kind of move decided to climb on to the balcony next door and go through the room and back into the hotel room where the party was going on. As he climbed the trellis either something broke or he lost his grip and he fell twenty feet. He was careflighted back to Austin and landed just today.

Even though we're only cousins we actually grew up quite close. Without taking a long time to explain the fragmented dynamics of my family I'll just say I'm as close to him as I am with my brothers (actually more in some cases.) I spent most of my childhood wearing his hand-me-down clothes. We had slumber parties, we played football and most importantly we got into lots of trouble. Him and my other cousin Todd were like my older brothers and gracious enough include me in their goings on. Of course as we got older and became adults our relationships changed and we started to only see each other a few times a year. Until lately. Wes was always very into film and filmmaking, he lived out in L.A. for quite some time and did pretty well for himself before moving back to Austin to go back to school. Since Deadroom has taken off he's been amazingly supportive, calling me and emailing me. He was there for the SXSW premier with a group of people that he brought to show off his little cousin. He even drove down to Fort Worth once just to bring his girlfriend to eat at Spiral. He really is one of those "guys". You know the type. Beer drinking, weed smoking, fun having, joke telling, wild and crazy and full of life kind of guys: the free-wheeling not giving a fuck kind of lady's man. Now that's all gonna change.

He broke his spinal cord between L1 and L2. At the best he will be paralyzed from the waist down.

I just find myself saying over and over: It happened to the wrong guy. He's definitely a strong willed man with a great outlook on life but as Todd said in an email to me "So overwhelming. So much is over. So much unknown. Would be so difficult not to sink into depression."
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SW III: ROTS

FUCK YEAH!!!
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What About Now?


I'm surprised I haven't mentioned how fucking cool these guys are: http://www.foodfightgrocery.com/

You'll notice that I added a new link under Political Site for Sensual Liberation Army. It's a blog that post progressive political information and articles intermingled with links to porn and nude sites. Their motto is: See some nudes/Save the world. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it but it's definitely an interesting way to get peoples attention on to politics and they do discuss and link to a lot of good stuff that needs to get out there. Plus they are pretty sex positive. I've noticed that some of the porn stuff they link to isn't so positive (at least in my opinion) but they themselves are all about freedom of sexuality, self-expression through the human body, and just plain being an adult and recognizing sex as something fun.


You'll also notice I added "Wake Up and Smell the Fascism." This rise of Christian Fascism is something that really freaks me out. I try not to be too paranoid about it but all the signs are there. It just boils down to whether the majority of American people will actually put up with it and allow everything to go down hill. Four years ago I would have said "Hell no, the American people won't let this happen." But look at where we are today. I just don't know anymore. To me this is all beyond conservative or liberal. If one section of society loses their rights we all do. We as a nation need to wake up and realize there is one thing that can still unite us as citizens: actually being free in the U.S. Why can't we recapture the spirit of a nation that created a flag with a snake ready to strike that said "Don't Tread on Me." Where did the lust for liberty go? No government is perfect. They all suffer from human nature. At least throughout our history we've made progress and confronted some of the obvious contradictions of our system. But what about now? Where are people's sense of irony?

PS. Speaking of fascism: In twenty-four hours I'll be watching the rise of Lord Vader.
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Leonard Clonin'

The other night I had a half asleep dream that I was conducting a Leonard Cohen cover band called Leonard Clonin'. It was very conceptual and the basis was four members dressed as Vulcans doing Sci-Fi space age covers of Cohen's songs. I think it could be pretty brilliant. If I could get David, Curtis, Ramsey and Cri together and perform in public places without invitation it could be quite amazing. Oh well.

It's always great to come across local music that's really good and you don't have to force yourself to want to like it simply because it's local. I came across one such musician today on Myspace. Her name is Audrey Lapraik and you can find her music and info at: http://www.myspace.com/audreylapraik. I think it's great and worth checking out.

While the end is near, I can't help but wonder what life will be like post Star Wars.

This is cool: http://www.bradleyking.com/ORG%20SITE/thanksgiving_dinner.mov

So is this: http://www.filmfodder.com/mt-weblog/archives/001525.shtml

My respect for this guy (http://www.saddle-creek.com/) is growing. Check it: http://homepage.mac.com/onegoodmove/movies/leno050205brighteyes.html

This should be interesting if it gets out: http://www.missiontomatrimony.com/

A manifesto we can all learn from, whatever our respective places in society might be:
My name is Yen Tan. I'm a filmmaker in Dallas, Texas. I'm Chinese. I speak fluent Mandarin and broken Cantonese. I seek to make films about everyday people living their everyday lives. Most of them are homosexuals. I don't consciously set out to do so, but I believe it's my subconscious attempt to push forward a representation of the gay everyman in contemporary cinema. We're not just hustlers, druggies, gym bunnies, drag queens, sex fiends or asexual comic reliefs. We're also the plumber. The postman. The accountant. The teacher. The unemployed. The retiree. We are human above our sexuality. We eat. We shit. We fuck. We pay our bills. We seek love. Sometimes we find it, other times we don't. Most of us are not cute. Or dress well. Or drive fancy cars and have mucho disposable income. It's only in our most unfabulous moments, that truth and beauty exist.


Sorry about all these random links but I've just been saving them as I come across them. I've actually been working on a few more substantial comments that I hope to post if I ever get around to writing them. One involves the Anarchy of DV Filmmaking (I do mean the true definition of Anarchy not the apocryphal version that mainstream media and education has fed us all our life) and the other is about the ultimate truth vs. faith. I wouldn't consider these essays at all just commentary.
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Overpopulation Customer Service Tip no. 1

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Independent Art Filmmaking