bone blog #29

bone blog #28

dear bonesters

this is a special holiday edition of the bone blog. It's been a good year at bonefilm, a year in blacked out movie theaters all over the world. We have no complaints here, everything is celebratory, so of course we celebrated on a tuesday evening in frigid manhattan, the 3rd annual bone film x-mas party.

Dinner was at Market Cafe, [the food and price are always good] a sumptuous feast with the never ending bottles of Cava, and the bonesters at the dinner, buck [lead actor celluloid] was wearing vivenne westwood trousers w/ a black shirt and tie w/ tie clip, Cyndee [assoc. prd. cellluloid] dressed in white crochet, leaving very little to the imagination, Schmidlapp [maestro of film] in some strange scottish highlander wear, Andrew [asst. editor celluloid] his extremely charming gal friend Shirley, and special guest star Richard Holz, who was once described as an "evil winnie the pooh". The conversation was great but the food was even better, I had mashed potatoes and pot roast, a great drinking meal. Since our coke connection at bone film seems to be largely mythical we settled for double espressi, and then back to the rejuvenated bonefilm headquarters on 38th st., it's amazing what a couple of shots of botox and the carpentry skills of buck can do to the headquarters.

Ismael Ramirez [resident d.p.], Deborah Hardt [assoc. prd. situation room] and Thalia Harithas [assoc., prd.- celluloid] arrived promptly at 9 pm, and then the fear set in, no one's going to come, we've worn whatever welcome we deserve, but
the music is jamming and I'm loading film and signing swag cinderblock n pantyhose prints. A sign is placed on the front door, instructing how to get in, and little by little the partygoers start arriving. Notables, Lara Benusis
[mercedes-Celluloid} arrives with her film maker friend Dennis [american cannibal], looking fabulous, [are they a couple?], and starlet Marie [genevieve-celluloid] arrives w/ an entourage of handsome young men, Steve Brit and David Moriarty arrive as two distinguished old school gentlemen, the tokyo contingent, maya, kumiko, eriko and the newlywed shino arrive, all looking fabulous, and as for the newlywed it must be hardwork, because she was really thirsty, though she wasn't alone, it seemed like we were stranded in the gobi desert, the way the cocktails were going down. So at 9 I thought no one was coming at 10:30 the joint was rocking with the smell of herbal remedies and jesus and Mary chain on the turntable. [we still believe in vinyl] so friends old and new were weaving together on what can only be described as bone film energy.

I might've waited a little too long to start filming the portraits that I had planned to film - was it the camera that almost fell over by itself, or the cameraman. First up was Starlet Marie, looking fabulous, acting her ass off, but the cameraman, me, sucked. Next up was bonefilm wanna be/thalia's friend Brian, despit a film jam problem, I think I got him. It was at this point, when people started to say their goodbyes, of course these same people were still at the party two hours later, which I believe is the sign of a good party, Richie you know whom I'm talking about. Portraitwise, last up was Jai, star of last years party/cyndee's friend. He was impecably styled and made up by the newlywed who was still quenching her thirst. I believe [memorywise] this was a great demented portrait. [these portraits will soon be available on u tube bonefilm], there was a rumour that Lindsay Lohan was there, I think I saw her, but Buck said I was delusional. Though all the bonesters appreciated the swag, prints and [love, love and love again] placemats.

An hour later I was throwing everybody out and Jai, Cyndee and I were going for the proverbial nightcap. We're walking down 38th st. getting ready to go north on 9th ave., when a police cruiser turning east on 38th st. crosses our path. Jai, "open container Jai", drops the bottle on the street, angering the police officers. "I can't fucking believe you did that", of course they stop, immediately demanding his I.D., he hands them his passport, this only further pisses them off, "What the fuck is this?", Cyndee of course jumps in, "It's a legal form of identification", this is starting to get out of control, I jump in, "Excuse us officer, we're fucked up, we've just come from our christmas party, we're really fucked up, we don't mean any disrespect", "I can fucking tell", I pull Cyndee aside talking about getting into russia with the passport, and i clean up the bottle and throw it away. The situation gets calmer, they check his I.D. and were at our nightcap at an incredibly rocking Holland bar, where two women are dancing on the bar to the delight of the all male boozers club. Cyndee and Jai weaving slightly saying this is the perfect end to the bonefilm X-mas party, I couldn't agree more.


glimmer out, the best for the holidays
the bone blog

lost - thalia's cell phone
found - a black suit jacket and a
leopard skin bra

torino - new york

Ended Torino on wednesday night, I caught "the exodous" by pang ho cheung, great hong kong movie and then onto cinema massimo for the q n a of anne biller's film, viva. I saw Julie Meltzer [not a moment of if but when} outside the cinema in a red coat, she joined me for the end of viva and the q n a, which was hosted by emanuella martini, it all dealt with italian porn from the 70's, there seems to be a huge following here. After on the street I said my goodbyes to emanuella, who graciously asked to see our next film when we finished it. Julie invited me for a drink, and i suggested a pub crawl back to the hotel, being from el lay she didn't quite know what that was. It was at our 2nd pub, actually enoteca, [wine bar], that we ran into another el lay film maker, eric nazarian, who has a film in competition "the blue hour", we all had a drink and they complaining of jet lag left, i don't want to say they ditched me, but they ditched me.

in the morning my favorite guida italiana, elena was there to drive me to the airport in milano, [malpensa] we were joined by jan-christoph glaser, the director of neanderthal, a film in competition, a berliner, a funny dude, after that it was just airplanes, milano-london where i had to go through immigration to smoke a cigarette between flights, and then london-new york, flight packed with pound rich english doing their x-mas shopping in new york, and then u.s. customs where i was basically strip searched, what do you do? I'm a filmmaker, they started going through my stuff, i always put the dirty socks on top, but i see the torino film festival catalogue and i grab it and open it up to the page with my picture on it. "oh OK sir, you can go right through."

Friday I'm back in new york suffering from jet lag. My long suffering wife, Anne suggests we go to the opening of the new museum, I'm hurting but I go, and the building is great and they're serving groltsch beer and it's nice and cold, we take the elevator to the 7th floor, and just an astounding southern view of the city. I step outside onto the balcony - I light up a joint in honor of the rebellious spirit of marsha tucker, the wild original from the museums founding [77-98 forced out]. I don't want to be rude, I take two quick puffs and light a cigarette to mask the smell. I am quickly approached by security, no smoking, comon, I'm outside, no smoking, this is insane, I throw my cigarette over the edge of the building and go back in and a second later I am asked to leave the premises of the building. perfect - first person kicked out of the new museum -
marsha tucker would have been proud.

glimmer out
the bone blog