John Q. Phats Entertainment

So, I had planned to shoot a scene in a restaurant this Sunday, but it turns out the restaurant is not available to us this Sunday due to circumstances beyond my control.  So, I had planned to shoot some other scenes this Sunday.  But now, the restaurant scene is somehow back on.  This is kind of standard procedure.  Not much you can do about it, shit always goes wrong.  Sometimes it gets fixed and sometimes it doesn’t.  So, why the hell do I do this again?  I like pain, disappointment, and stress.  That’s why.
In other news, I wrote an E-Mail yesterday that I’m pretty proud of.  After all of the mishaps, Chris sent me an E-Mail saying:
“Fuck!  The devil does not want us to make this short film!”
My response:
“The devil isn’t in any scenes, so fuck him.”
I’m heading over to New York Film Academy today to meet with someone about the masters program.  I took a 12 week course there and loved it.  Comparing the stuff I did before film school to the stuff I did after film school is like comparing a Lamborghini to a Ford Focus.  Maybe school is the answer, maybe it isn’t.  If I have the opportunity to go though, I think I should.  Lots of great directors went to film school.  Steven fucking Spielberg for example.  Yes, the “fucking” was totally necessary in that instance.  Kevin Smith went to film school for like 1 semester up in Vancouver and then dropped out.  Looking at it, it kind of goes both ways.  Some great directors never went to film school, others have.  Either way, I’m excited about visiting NYFA today.  I really like the idea of getting a masters and film making is my passion.  So I suppose it makes sense.  All I know, is that if I get a masters, everyone is calling me “Doctor.”  Does that make sense?  Hell no.  But whatever.

I’m currently trying to gather up 16 extras for a Nice Guys Finish Last scene this Sunday.  I called pretty much everyone in my phone last night and we’ve been sending out E-Mails to a list that I came up with roughly a week ago.  It’s going to be in Arcadia, California in a restaurant on Sunday from 2-6.  E-Mail me if you’re interested. 
In other news it appears the web site has gotten quite a few visitors recently.  I’ve been getting tons of spam comments.  I wish they were at least amusing spam.  I once got an E-Mail that’s subject was “Destroy her pussy with a bigger love rocket!”  I thought it was hysterical, so I saved it for months.  But no, this is bullshit spam where there is just a BS link to God knows where.  Where the hell is the originality in that?
I want these restaurant scenes to be over with.  I keep stressing about it.  Once these two scenes are done though, I can shoot the rest of the film with a three person crew.  Two camera men and a boom mic operator.  That’s really all I need.  Of course it makes life easier if I have an extra set of hands available to me too, but I can get by with just three crew members.

Putting together Red Hood, I realized that it needs another writer.  I just don’t have it in me to write something that dark.  It’s good, don’t get me wrong, everyone did a great job.  It’s just that I’m a comedian.  I like to make people laugh.  I don’t really know how to scare people.  Is it something that I could figure out?  Probably, but right now, my mind is wondering in another direction. 
I want to shoot Nice Guys Finish Last.  It’s a comedy, it will be fun, and we’ll get to shoot in a style that I’ve never worked with before.  I’m still on vacation, but I’m back home now.  So I plan to come up with a shooting schedule for it today and see what we can do.  It’s a pretty straight forward sort of a shoot.  It stars 4 people.  But never once are all of these four people in a scene together.  There’s a part where 3 of them are in a scene together….Sort of.  It could totally be cheated if I wanted to.  There are a couple scenes where only one actor is in a scene in their own house.  That makes things really easy.  It makes the schedule really flexible.
I’m still working on Dead Girl.  I think that trip to Buffalo to visit my Dad’s side of the family gave me an idea.