Trinity

3 is my favorite number.

So, having spent the better part of this week doing Foley for 'Leverage', a short film I'm making through my start-up, Emkay Studios, my appreciation of sound is just constantly going up. My respect for Foley artists, in comparison, has sky rocketed. Given how 75% of most films is "Foleyed" (is that a word?), it's amazing how barely any of that sound fails to deliver. I'm struggling with a small fight sequence, cursing every pillow hit that fails to substitute as a punch, and just thinking about how the Omaha beach landing from Saving Private Ryan was done makes me cringe.

Well, at least I have my new Tascam DR-100 to help out. Honestly, for all the opinionated indifference and ignorance towards it, 24-bit 96-KHz sound, is awesome. Speaking especially in regards to mastering towards a final 16-bit format, 24-bit sound really helps push that noise floor all that much further away from your subject sound, making live sound capture, as well as sound for Foley and ADR, rather convenient.

In other news I'm working on the screenplay for a psychological short film. I say screenplay, but it's still in the preliminary influences and identity searching stage. I have a bunch of ideas floating around in my head, hopefully a couple of them will pan out. I'm excited though, haven't really written anything in a while.

Gotta commit.

But who doesn't?

The Sequel

I should really put on some pants.

It's a shame, really, that Firefly ended; I was really enjoying the show. The first episode does not do justice to the series, as part of it's charm is in the development and relationship between the characters. And as much as I initially disliked the western theme, I gotta say, it really grows on you. So does the humor.

Well at least there's 'Serenity', the fan-requested feature length film. I honestly thought it would be a piece of nostalgia-delivering shit, but it's great. I don't think it could stand on it's own feet as an independent production, but if your watching 'Serenity' without having gone through the preceding 13 episodes of Firefly, you're doing it all wrong.

Tonight I watch 'Leon: The Professional', one of Jean Reno's few good films. This was before he starred in 'Godzilla' after which I think he's made exclusively straight-to-DVD flicks, besides 'Ronin', which was good, and 'The Pink Panther', which was bad. There was also 'The Pink Panther 2'. Nuff Said.

Regardless, I have to composite together a couple of film shots set in space, or on the moon rather. It comes with an original score, made by non-other-than ME. That's taking a while though. Maybe I'll put some snippets online as it comes along. I guess. I'll get to it when I get to it. Whatever.

What is this a Film blog?

Enter, Stage Left.

It's about time I started one of these.

Lately there has been an awful lot of nothing in my head. Just nothing. it's like a large, throbbing, mush of what I can only describe as an absolute blackness. Not that it's black, or any other color for that matter. It's a void, a chasm, buried deep within my brain. It envelops my thoughts, covers them, destroys them. It's caused me to become empty. I've lost ambition, determination, excitement. I wake up late, miss meals and lately, watch Firefly. Great show, by the way. It seems I'm becoming but a shell of the man I was only a month back. What should I do?

Snap out of it that's what; I'm just becoming Lazy.

I guess college does have it's benefits; being actively challenged every moment of the day with papers, homework, research assignments and what not, does inject some form of adrenaline into your spirit. And now that schools out for summer , my soul aches for thought provocation.

Also, I still need to get a bed; I swear, this floor is getting harder by the day.