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bone blog coney island #2

2010-09-28T09:37:00.001-07:00

bone blog coney island

2010-09-28T09:25:00.000-07:00

dear boners

Jet lagged, parched and on public transportation. I take the shuttle bus to bedford and nostrand, the g's not working and waiting at Smith and 9th st. for over a half an hour, the F barely is. It's a gorgeous day as I walk down surf ave, 2 and half hours later. I go to the headquarters, next to the freak bar, get my credentials. The place is packed, Rob the festival director has a ton of enthusiastic supporters. I make a pit stop at nathan's, two chili dogs and a pepsi and then I'm in the black watching "Satan Hates You." A camp horror film about a serial killer and a slut, searching for redemption, they finally find it when the serial killer runs over the slut and the car crashes into a tree killing both instantly. The crowd claps, it's a good crowd. The festival director had sent me a nasty e mail while I was in lisbon, no one has bought a ticket for "Cellar", and in the morning I had received several phone calls about one's ability not to make it to coney island. This is going to be a tough one.

I sit on the boardwalk drinking another pepsi in an ice filled cup. I watch the crowd, the myth that the black family is falling apart is just not true, I see a ton of brothers out here pushing strollers, they may not look happy but they're pushing them. I do a program of shorts, they're all good, competent, well crafted and made with real heart. Half the audience had worked on the films so the room has a nice energy.There's a break and it's seven thirty on surf ave, sun just going down, and the beauty becomes more apparent as I spark a spliff and stroll to the board walk. I make a decision no beer til after nine. I watch a program of horror shorts, one has Adrienne Barbeau in it as a zombie, a great shot of her walking down a suburban street, covered in blood as she has just eaten her husband. I get a beer at the freak bar. I've got several posters with me and with pencil I sign them and draw 10th coney island film festival on them. This draws an audience, most likely the largest I will have tonight.

At ten twenty I go to the upstairs cinema to check the projection, the program is running late, outside for a herbal remedy and buck [Steve Buckley AKA Layton/Clayton from Celluloid#1] walks up, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here supporting the film." I'm shocked, "You're the only one." I have an anamorphic dv cam copy of the film, so I have to check that the projector will do 16 x 9, it's 10:45 and the program has ended. Four cute gals go up the stairs before us, they talk to the projectionist, it seems like they missed the film they had worked on, they beg the projectionist to show it to them. We sit down to watch it, it's short and pretty good. Ten minutes later, I check and ok the projection,then they open the house. Six people come in, so with me buck and the projectionist, we have nine. The film plays, I've seen a lot of film in the past week and I compare Cellar to all those films, I mean there are flaws in my film, but man, it's a real fucking stew, there's meat, celery, garlic and peppers, and though there's only nine of us, the film plays like a well crafted urban symphony, it's an art film, it's a narrative and it really doesn't give a fuck.I am proud of this film. I slide out get buck and I a beer, have a smoke and we're in the party scene at the end. Everyone is still in their seats as the Q n A begins and they are extremely enthusiastic about the film. "I have brought some gifts and I want to ask you some questions. What was the drunk mexican guys name who was always in the deli?" "Pueblo" I hand a poster out. "What country was Luz from?" "Colombia" I handed out all the posters and everyone got a dvd copy of the film. Jenny Kim arrives to support the filmmaker. There are four really cute guys, in spanish I ask them if they are Colombians, no ruski. we are Daisy's friends,. Daisy is spiritually in the house. All of us are on surf ave and everyone heads towards the trains, it's been a long week. My nerves are frayed.

kisses
the boned

bone blog #8 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-25T10:24:00.000-07:00

bone blog #7 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-25T10:21:00.001-07:00

bone blog #6 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-25T10:11:00.000-07:00

bonese,

returned from lisbon last night, tired and weary with bones that are no longer elastic. There's always drama at these festivals and this was no different. Queer Lisboa 14 was pleasure mixed w/ punishment, just the way I like it. It did produce some language.

excerpt J.F.

in the hd era staso's feature smells of cinema. A raw cinema, without effects, made of the colors, textures and smells of the city and its inhabitants.

Through a subversive look from the margins of society, Staso gives the city back to those who deserve it, while at the same time paving the way for a new language that may put the city back on the frontline of a renewed avante guarde.

great language, one could even say worth the trip. so tonight, it's back on the road to coney island, where this blog will end around midnight on a moonlit stretch of beach. Smoking a spliff with a cold beer in ones hand.

ciao belli

bone blog #5 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-22T12:14:00.000-07:00

More trouble, Massimo and Fabio, arrived from rome on tuesday, just in time for the screening. I am scared shitless to screen in that 800 seat room, I fear only 50 peopLe. We walk the city having a great lunch in the old quarter alfama. Massimo and I sit in the cinema and are approached by ricke. They´re speaking Italian, and I know something is up. The film before us is pulling out due to the academic boycot of Israel, seems like the government has paid the ticket for the Israeli filmmaker, and that is tantamount to the festival accepting Israeli funds. Of course my film starts in an hour, there´s always something, but this is the strangest.

On stage they give a long speech about the filmmakers reason for not showing his film, I´m there, with four other people, we will show the film, and the film speaks for itself politically, and I say that on stage in front of three hundred people, (not fifty) I also add, "Viva Palestina Livre".

The film shows, I was wondering about the fact there was no translation. No, Steve everybody speaks english, and yes a lot do, but they don`t speak New York english. Oh well, the q n a was like pulling hens teeth, the portugese are a little shy, we finally got a question, why was your film included in a queer festival, it´s not a queer film. The programmer got upset, this film was selected by a committee, and besides, (I like this) the film is queer in it´s heart. Bravo.

The party was at a night club that has been shuttered since 1975, they didn´t change anything. It´s fantastic.

The bloger is running on empty.

love and kisses.

bone blog #4 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-20T14:23:00.000-07:00

bone blog #3 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-20T14:20:00.000-07:00

The gals, (Courtney and Lauren), arrived yesterday and were in fine form, I skipped out for part of the evening, taking the train to the perifique of lisbon to watch the football game, at stadio de luz. Benfica against sporting Lisbon. This actually was extrememly cinematic. Taking the subway to a dirt road under the highway, then onto a football stadium from 1918. After I was practically stripped search they let me and 40,000 other people in. As the police officer explained, the portugese are a latin culture, filled with passion. Benfica went up quickly 1 zero and again in the 2nd half, 2 zero, sporting lisbon could not come back, which probably explains the calm evening at the estadio de luz.The whole of this spectacle was fantastic, no booze in the stadium, so after the game was over everybody hit the booze and food trucks that lined the dirt road, right after that everybody hit the subway, to say it was not crowded is a lie.

At the cinema, Courtney and Lauren are now holding court on top of the cinema marquee, Courtney has been reconized by the Italian programmer Enrica and have become surrounded by all of the hot girls at the festival. They both look fantastic, and a lot of hard work by everyone has managed to get us here. There's a buzz about the film, created by the programmer and the arrival of one of the leads. Courtney looks fantastic. I grab a beer and a seat on the marquee, I end up hanging out with all the festival gals, the gal who's been serving beer all night joins us, it's a free wheeling discussion of portugese the language and then onto the people. The night air is cool and I drink it like beer.

boner out.

bone blog #2 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-19T11:24:00.000-07:00

bone blog #1 Queer Lisboa 14

2010-09-19T11:14:00.000-07:00

Arrived yesterday entering Lisbon through passport contlrol with anther thousand people, it took two hours to get my passport stamped. Outside jao was waiting for me and the airport was practically downtown. At the airport he handed me the catalogue, and in the hotel room I scanned it, then read it an incredible essay about Cellar by the festival director. Shocking, I could turn around and go home happy. Found the cinema sao jorge, walking down the avenir de libertad. I saw several people sitting standing smoking on a cinema marquee, It was the office of the festival, I met Joana and Miriam the two officials of the festival I have been in constant contact for the last two weeks, it is always nice to finally meet the people you have been viraling? with. The cinema was built in 1950, then it was the largest cinema in europe, it has recently been restored and has become the cultural cinema house. Cellar will be screening in a room for 800. I am scared, ho tema.

Last night was the 2nd evening of the festival and the place was packed, queer lisbon and I believe Lisbon in general áre all in the house. They are doing a swiss queer series, and the first film I see is katzenbaugh, the history of lesbians mostly in zurich. It is a well crafted film, but since i am jet lagged i keep going in and out of conciousness, this will continue every time i go into the cinema. There is a swiss reception for the artsts, wine and spring rolls, that was the most swiss of food. I am hanging with some hamburg dudes who have a festival, they talk how the governments will sponsor an evening, I asked if the Americans do, At a queer festival, Nein. I find a joint in my pocket spark it, inside, the festival people, steve, you cannot do that, i brought along a little beat box and start playing the pixies, everyone looks at me suspicously, oh well, little do they know trouble is traveling right towards us at 600 miles an hour, courtney and lauren land tomorrow, actually today, and things are not going to get any prettier.

BONE Blog.

San Jose #6

2010-04-25T14:58:00.000-07:00

the girl is stefanie ny, the guy is robertino ragazza

San Jose #5

2010-03-09T15:57:00.001-08:00

bonereros,

We have become soldiers - strong and ruthless, Saturday nights screening was true success, Courtney and Daisy cannot walk a block without being recognized, everyone compliments them on their performance and how much they liked the film, now we're getting buzz, the word is out.. It's the last day of the festival, encore screenings. I've been hanging with Steven Meyer and his film "buried prayers" won best doc, the holocaust subject matter is not my taste, but the archeological slant is well handled-then onto "cost of a soul" a young philly dude, it's a festival hit, but I feel he needs another pass to sort out the narrative. a couple of really good performances in it. I go back to the hotel to clean myself and prepare for the academy awards party across the street at the crown royal hotel. Daisy and Courtney have a room there, 510, and we plan on throwing an after party there. I've been shooting super 8 the whole festival and it's kind of worthless after the sun goes down, but the hallway in the hotel has that flourescent bulb thing happening and I hope I have exposure, I set up a long tracking shot of about 10 people, 2 directions, one just normal for the first part of the track and then when I track back you are all seventies punk rock stars, needless to say, the track back was fantastic, even talking one of the security people into the track when I came back to him he was pogoing, fantastic. I found the san ho's quite interesting, they're really hungry and accepting of diverse knowledge. Cheri, one of the organizers, did the worm on the dance floor, another gal terri, jumped over a concrete wall, and megan had eyes only for Courtney. Courtney and Daisy are having fun with their new found fame, and I'm in the corner drinking a beer and smoking that fine california medical marijuana, of course later at the party I will be the one passed out on the bed. Yes, finally, I got the award for mess of the night.

So in closing the blog for san Jose, I should mention the two Cinequest awards we won, Best People of Color movie, and Best Urban Renawal movie.

Boner out.

San Jose #4

2010-03-07T20:39:00.000-08:00

Sunday morning, again gorgeous and warm, eating a cheeseburger with the events of last night, twisted like pretzels in my memory. #1, the arrival of Danny, DG Gonzalez [with belle Ashley] on the streets of San Jose, he joined us at the soiree [held at the institute of contemporary art] and immediately began knocking down beers. The screening was at Camera 3, a smaller house, I just checked in being that I had to go to the closing ceremony at the California theater, but I watched a bit of the film before leaving. The house was packed, the film seemed to playing in almost slow motion, the audience got all the jokes, or there was one sick guy who influenced the whole house, the film looked great, though we do have upconvert problems, the motion's fucked up at times. The closing ceremony was good, I was just suffering from attention deficit disorder, I slid out to get a smoke, came back and all the filmmakers were on the stage, I joined them slightly tardy. The awards were given, [cinequest.org, there's probably a ton of fotos of us also] and I slid out and had a beer, My film had already ended, so I texted everyone, and received a text back we're just finishing the Q n A, I walked over to the theater, where they had just finished a 45 minute q n a, and it was all the actors on the stage. I think that's great, they are the direct reflection of the film that they audience saw, and I guess the audience really relished this discourse with them, so I when I caught up with them, they were pumped, real pumped. Off to original joes for cocktails, and Danny was off to Oaksterdam [Oakland], a slight disgress, they also call Santa Cruz, truckdriver town, [because of the butch lesbians who live there], the bay area, is just a little quirky.
The party was at s. 1st billiards, it was great, free beer and free pool tables, and mess of the evening goes to, it's a tie, Daisy and Hyewon. Back to hdqtrs, for california herbal remedies, and finally bed.
ps We're never coming back.

the bone blog

San Jose #3

2010-03-05T20:05:00.000-08:00

bonereros,

Last night, ouch, the gals arrived on the jet blue shuttle from new york, checked in and we hit the streets, of course they were hungry, of course they were thirsty. Introductions were made all around, Courtney was recognized in a bar by a fan, and the gals welded into the cinequest crew effortlessly with the aid of our envoy sherrie and her photographer husband., things were going smooth, too smooth. Daisy, Hyewon, Courtney and I, we're bored with the official party and headed to the punk club, le cine bar, let me digress for a moment here, the cine bar, being a punk funk latin asian fusion bar, is also a cine club, the night before on the monitors they were playing clockwork orange, last night it was sin nombre, interesting visual wall paper. I turned around it was 1:30 and they were tossing us unceremoniously on the street, we went back to headquarters, where I had beer and food. Courtney was having a tad of trouble with the walking part of being a human beiing. We ended up all passed out into california reveries, dreaming of medical marijuana.

It's morning now and I write this from the v.i.p. lounge on s.1st st., I have to give a shout out to the cinequest crew, especially Robertino, they're like russian soldiers entering the city of berlin in 1945, they take no prisoners except the blondes.

Tonight's the big night, and dg, danny is expected to join us. Screening in the big house [seats 300] Pray for our tattered souls.

much love

the demo bone crew

san jose

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San Jose #2

2010-03-04T19:12:00.000-08:00

Dear Blogee's:

The premiere was last night, at 8pm I was feeling sick and finally went to actually have a meal, at original joes. At quarter to nine I entered camera 12, cinema 9, no one was in there, and I figured that's how it would end. For once I was wrong, it was a big house but we ended up with a respectabler showing. The film looked great, and shockingly sounded great. A few walk outs in the beginning, but once the ride started, everyone stayed. I slid out at the last scene for my cigarette and returned when the credits rolled. I had great support from the other filmmakers, especially Steven Meyer, [Buried Prayers], Dustin [Prayer for Peace] and Baryl [Perfect People], a nice solid q n a, How did I find the actors? Was it scripted? Budget? etc.. and then it was off to the meet up, there I was approached by the projectionist, who just was just raving, real diversity on film, this never happens. The rest of the evening was spent missing last call, but I found my favorite bar in san Jose, the cine bar, punks, latinos, blacks, asians and some whites all trying to hang as long as they can in that warm california night.

The New York demo crew arrives today, this should get interesting.

the bone blog
http://cellar-film.com

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San Jose

2010-03-03T17:52:00.000-08:00

Bonesters

2nd morninng of the festival, I can't sleep, 8 floors above the tram line sticking my head out a small crack in the window, smoking in a non smoking room, I feel awful. I wonder if it's todays the day syndrome. The festival is in full swing, a well oiled machine, spitting out films and filmmakers at a remarkable pace, I'd like to say i'm not nervous about the screening, I'm scared shitless.

An Image from yesterday, seven men and one woman all in kilts carrying guns, "I hope your cops" "Yes." "I hope your scottish."

No real drama yet, it's California. I've seen a couple of good films, "the sonosopher", and a beautiful short, "prayers for peace", chalkboard animation. Following the adivice of some chicanos, I took a tram ride south to Santa Teresa, It's spring here, and the landscape from the train looks like it's Wales, incredible skys and the sun peeking through now and then. Of course the mission [drugs] was a complete failure, but it's always nice to do public transportation. I

My knuckles are white.

the Bone blog
http://cellar-film.com

bone blog chicago #3

2009-09-14T19:41:00.001-07:00

bonesters

world premiere day, I'm up early getting coffee for the gals and smoking, it has become impossible in the free united states to rent a hotel room and smoke in it. I sit by the post office on clark and adams, admiring the post office itself. It's a one story structure 30 feet high, but the interior is all plywood walls 16 feet high, polished brass mail boxes, and spherical ceiling lighting, it all makes for a better bpx.[I find out later it's mies van der roe] I take the coffee up and plug in my dead phone, which immediately starts ringing, jai [co-producer] is at the airport with Courtney [actor] and Lauren [ad and actor], a minute later andrew calls [an editor and script supervisor]/ Everyone's here, I arrange to meet everyone in front of the theater at 4pm. Jai arrives from midway and we all have breakfast at the marquette inn on w. adams, jai orders a beer, not a good sign.

At 4pm in front of the theater only Daisy and Andrew show, jai is stuck in traffic, what traffic? Lauren courtney swear they will be at the hotel at 6pm. The three of us, w/ devin added, go in search of a fed ex kinkos open to make more post cards, jai shows up at six, I tell him to introduce himself to the festival director Brian and pass out cards.

At six fifteen, lauren and courtney show at the hotel, and they go upstairs to shower and dress. At the cinema everyone is there and Brian introduces the film, I say a few words and the movie begins in silence, NO SOUND, that is soon fixed and it begins again, the sound plays a little hot but the film runs without interference for the next 85 minutes, towards the end I run out to wiz and get back in the theater as the credits are finishing, Jai runs up to the stage hijacks the mike and proceeds to give a rambling speech about production, All the horrors of production are now playing live on the stage, he reduces the film to let's all get drunk. We finally all get on stage and I try salvage what I can.

Afterwards everybody is screaming at me.

ouch, ouch and ouch again.

the bone blog

ouch, ouch, ouch.

http://cellar-film.com/

bone blog chicago #2

2009-09-12T13:23:00.000-07:00

dear bonesters

Chicago is fantastic - brilliant sun and warm breezes- I'm up early getting coffee for the gals, taking in the morning streets of the loop, everyone hustling on the streets, selling god in that great chicago detroit black accent, i miss it. We have lunch with larry lee a professor at the school of the art institute, in the old marshal field building on state. He gives us free passes to the art institute where we check out the "NEW", [everything is new here] contemporary wing at the museum. Warhol looks fantastic, less so lichtenstein/stella/serra [b 4 his theme park period] and katz, [that guy is so finished]/and gober.. They have shockingly elegant smithson, as well as a calzolieri, and brilliant eve hesse's and gustons. The late afternoon is fantastik we absorb the incredible architecture here. Chicago is seducing all of us.

First film, "The boy with the sun in his eyes" by Todd Vertow [bangor films] is a beautiful decadent romp through paris, milan and berlin, the film has a great energy and nicely lensed and another feature, [bangor films has made 15 features in less than 10 years.] I feel great, indie, alternative, anti film is alive in chicago. I split the next two screenings, one a feature, Impolex,[a dissipation of pynchons novel gravity's rainbow, is slightly uneven but looks great and nice talent, the other is a block of shorts a couple of them causing deep belly laughs. Afterwards it's back to the Bottom lounge, on W. lake [my favorite new spot with the pink line el, passing every five minutes, completely drowning out the conversation, as a wanning half moon rises over the lake. We all hang with the film makers knocking down beers and taking in this gorgeous night. overheard conversation Chicago is like a lover in the summer, who seduces you again and you realize that everything is possible, the summer makes you forget all the bad times, that winter has brought you. Again Daisy and I are under the el enjoying herbal remedies, when Ms. Yi joins us, all three of us scream [a cabaret moment] as the el roars above us.

french kisses

the bone blog.

http://cellar-film.com/

bone blog chicago

2009-09-11T15:36:00.000-07:00

dear bonesters

it's been exactly one year since the last entry from London. Now, it's Chicago and a new film, "Cellar" [84mn]. where we will be premiering saturday night.

The weather here is fantastic, caught the plan w/o incident, traveling with hyewon and Daisy Payero is much better than going w/ bunker [the other glimmer twin]. Arrived at midway and caught the orange line into the loop, where a drunk white girl, [it's one thirty pm] deposited donut fragments into Daisy's hair, but daisy true to her loisida roots took no shit. Checked into the hotel, windows don't open, no smoking allowed and the air is truly questionable.On the walk to the theater we grabbed the chicago reader, to read a disappointing review of our new project, but they tore all the films apart, note to the critics, this is an UNDERGROUND festival not the oxygen network. I gave the print to Brandon our projectionist who projected it into theater Number one, a truly amazing house, the gene siskel theater is state of the art. We ran into bryan, the festival director who has done an amazing turn around with the festival, his 16th as director.

Opening night film, "it came from Kuchar", a doc about the kuchar brothers from the bronx, which i found interesting despite it was a doc, after the film was screened Mike Kuchar had done a 10 min. film about his mother who has recently passed, I had no idea what I was watching, it didnt make sense, there was no sense of rhythm, no wide shot, cu it looked as though it had been formed by mistake, IT was brilliant, haunting, end of film.

Onto the after party at the "Bottom Lounge" on W. lake right under the pink line el. They had a 2nd floor deck that the el came shooting by like clockwork, you held on to your beer. But the best part of the night, Daisy and I slid it out with one of her hand made pipes and smoked the herbal remedy while the el raced above us we both screamed at the top of our lungs. Now we're in Chicago.

more later.

http://cellar-film.com/

bone blog london #4

2008-09-01T08:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Bonesters,

Yesterday was Bone Film visits east end and hackney, a day of spiritual rest, bunker said he should've gone to church. Such high hopes for sunday roast, barely edible, though lancashire sausage was smoking. Walking through spitalfields market ally was recognized by the Bangaladesh cigarette vendor as Finsbury Park, it wasn't even her neighborhood, apparently she does get around. It was 4 o'clock when bunker got busted bringing contraband alcohol from his man purse into the parking lot/bar/south african bar b q, his response, I'm on a budget.

Bricklane, spitalfields the anarchy of london architecture from the upper deck of the # 141 bus to Finsbury park. After a few pints, it was time to hit the theater, so we took the cab ride from hell. Staso started screaming at the 2nd bangaledesh cab driver, who didn't where portobello road was. Study a fucking map. Oh, we're not racist.

London's fear of ice, is getting on bunkers nerves.

It's time to put CELLULOID # 1 to bed, after a year and 4 months on the festival circuit we've come to realize we are FILMMAKERS not film tourists. The LEGENDARY bonefilm PR machine is tired and squeaky, while the bone film production team is gearing up with a new script, "CELLAR a triptyct" which has been designed to premiere at CANNES 2009, no more weasel film festivals it's cannes or bust. We are currently searching for a latin American actress in her 30's w/ an extra side of VA VA VOOM, and an array of deeply wounded iraqi war vetrans against suicide, in their late teens, early twenties.[bonefilm is an equal opportunity / special needs employer, unlike Hollywood].

kisses from london

glimmer over and out

ex oh ex oh

bone blog london #3

2008-09-01T08:15:00.000-07:00

dear bonesters

The day has started gray and gloomy and Staso is in an angry mood, seems there are problems of a personal nature, but yesterday was bright and cheerful, the last beautiful day of summer for us, and for the locals the first beautiful day of summer.

It's portobello road market day and all of london has decided to descend on it, a virtual feeding frenzy of consumption. I ran into John Sinclair, our new spiritual advisor who had just read the first london blog, I love your writing, he joins me on the walk to westbourne studios it takes a half an hour to go three blocks. After sampling he expressed an interest in our herbal specialist. then it's the cinema, first up was K. Hiraoka RED LIGHT DISTRICT GRAFITTI. An abstract masterpiece set in an abondoned building/brothel. The female workers have developed their own language, [which is reflected in the subtitles, "????//£9888888"]this seems to anger the local johns. it is performance art, it is opera, shot by John Fords cameraman. A great cinematic experience.

Next up is a slate of films documenting, the alternative Miss World contest, Andrew Logans annual art/performance fest. First up was the 2004 contest, filmed and introduced by jes benstock. A rollicking piece of pure documentary, fun but not great, unlike the 1973 20 minute version by Derek Jarman, the gay punk visionary british director. Beautiful super 8 black and white grainy perverted head shots, butt shots, torso's, all sides of the performers. It's wonderful to be in this super 8 world, no sync sound but fucked up musical choices, smoke gets in your eyes.

Another favorite was the 1978 edition shot on 16mm w/ sync sound juried by the late great DIVINE. These 1970's films reflected the wonderful innocence and spontanaeity of a pre-aids world. It was touching and heartbreaking at the same time. But Andrew Logan's genius was in the production of these contests. Everyone was welcome, fat, old, gay straight, human, non humans, vegetables and minerals, and they all had to walk down the same scary set of steps onto the stage. Many did not make it, but the winner, Miss Anthropic made it to be crowned and mounted on a donkey, both took the dive off the stage. Happily, the donkey was uninjured. All the contestants joined with the audience on stage to dance in celebration of the event. The soundtrack they were dancing to was ymca by the village people. It was very nearly perfect.

Work now finished, we headed into the 21st century saturday night of Soho/central london. We couldn't go to our favorite punk bars because they were filled to overflowing, in a pinch a nice little gay bar suffices, and it did, the enclave on wardour st. was quiet, until the female serbian bobsled team showed up. Bunker commented on how they were all bigger than his dad. He looked scared.
Once again we were snuggling in our beds, by 2:30.

we miss you all.

the glimmer twins

bone blog london #2

2008-08-30T11:23:00.000-07:00

dearest bonesters

Sitting under the Westway, it is Portobello road market day. Bunker is feeling very GAY and witty from the previous days accomplishments. The day started grey and gloomy in our incredibly tight quarters, comon bunk beds at our age? First accomplishment: The bone film advertising machine was in fully mention [fotos forthcoming], but the highlight of our campaign were, a tree onportobello road where the MADAME PRESIDENT of the street association warned us in her oh so polite british manner that our asses were grass, of course we continued, one cannot move through notting hill gate without noticing the visage of celluloid stars. Staso really outdid himself in Kensington gardens where he artfully impaled the flyers on every fence post preventing us from papering the aristacratic mansions beyond the fence.

into the tube to a slightlly different venue in Bermondsey to connect with our local herbal specialist Phil, x drummer for the buzzcocks and it showed in his masterful piece of british dentistry. We sit on the southern banks of the sacred river thames, driniking lager and discoursing on rock n roll. Phil sluggested a healthy stroll along the river as he sped away on his bike 25 quid heavier, after this forced death march, [note to self: fuck you phil].

Lunch in soho, old school Italian, wardour st. Staso's Italian getting really good, we perused the evening free tabloids to see what the hell we did last night, only to find the saturation coverage of our nbf Kelly Osborn looking vivaciously fabulous, [WE HAD BEEN FOTOSHOPPED OUT ONCE AGAIN] but kudos for her for taking a hit for the indie team by bitchslapping a local columnist at the soho nightclub, Punk. Every paper of merit covered it and mentioned the Portobello film festival where she started her evening festivities.

Afternoon chores accomplished, the well oiled bonefilm machine rolled into Westbourne studios, only to fine the bouncer mafia firmly in place. Smoking area - drinking area - sitting area. Pick one - you can't do them all simultaneously like you could the night before. This proliferation of mind-body-soul police has started to get on Staso's nerves, which was reflected in the evenings films, all documentaries on dead night clubs [cbgb's new york - tresor in berlin - spitz in the east end ] The screen was filled with people drinking, smoking and even dancing indoors simultaneously, bunker noted that it looked really smelly, which in case you haven't noticed is banned.

off to the last afro british pub on portobello road, where we happened upon part of the crew that made "CONTROL" [the ian curtis/joy division bio pic] andone of the glimmer twins favorite films from last year. Here we met Thalia's Manchester counterpart, JANE. Many pints were consumed and we were deep in cinema again.

glimmer out.

the glimmer twins

bone blog london #1

2008-08-29T23:14:00.000-07:00

Dear Bone Lovers　

Leaving New York is always painful, we arrived in London just in the nick of time. 8:30pm actually 11:30pm thank you American Airlines. One last call and we were snuggling in our spacious BUNK beds by 12:30 in our 4 foot by 6 foot hotel room, note to self no more beans.

Next day, after a busy afternoon consuming British fashion we hooked up with our alternative fashionably ally. our local expat.She was sporting a new tatoo of pagan catholic imagery and was as always thirsty. She regaled us with her tales of failed penitentiary romance, but she promised their attendance at our screening, bunker "yummy". We ate fabulous Mexican on westbourn grove road - note to self - no more beans. After inner we promptly got lost, bunker "They should tear all this old shit down and rebuild according to the grid principal, 1st street, 2nd street.

Arrived at the West Bourne Studios under the WESTWAY motorway [sacred clash territory] via black cab, three blocks freom our hotel, to a wolfpack of gathered paparazzi. ~Of course, Staso thought they were waiting for him, but quickly deduced they were waiting for a true celebrity, KATE MOSS.- who else would warrant this type of attention, POSH SPICE. Nevertheless we entered quickly and met the festival director, JB, aka Jonathan, a youthful late 40's anarcho punk. He started this festival back when portobello road was in it's bad days, like almost everywhere else, it's been rehabbed in a very posh way. "sushi anyone?" luckily there was a bar, and smoking outside where Staso told Bunker to wait for Kate Moss as he went into the theater to see her in the FLESH. The short [10mn] film "The town that boars me." played in a great screening room and the place was packed to the rafters w/ a very lwith it london crowd. The film had extreme production values and starred the edgy Kelly Osborne, sadly the film ended, Staso got his photos of the extremely talented Ms. Osborne as she grandly exited the theater to a explosion of paparazzi flash bulbs. Bunker screaming "She's just 10 feet away and I can't see Kate Moss?, all I see is that creepy el lay reality chick." Bunker cried at finding out the truth and drowned his humiliation over several pints, at the Warwick Castle pub on portobello road, [sacred clash ground].

more, much more tomorrow.

glimmer out.

bone roma photos

2008-05-21T13:38:00.000-07:00

bone roma final

2008-05-15T08:49:00.000-07:00

Cara Boneresi,

It's friday May 9th, and I've yet to eat dinner any night this week, but I have due piatti lunches, great penne arabiata, and fresh fish, simply cooked w/ lemon a side of patate rosata, carfucci romana and a bottle of nero d'tavola sicilian red wine in which you can taste the dirt.

Radio interview on the Radio Fandango, hosted by Nicola [el greco], a wide ranging interview touching on political situations as reflected in films then and now, yes, Celluloid #1 is a very political film and they noticed that in Italy, not so much in Kansas City. Tonight I have to work the international docs, having missed one of them because of the party last night, "margem", I sit through "ironeaters" tonight, by Shaheen Dill-Riaz. It is a bangladesh-german co-production, shot on 35mm and it was about the shipping industries international scrap yard off the coast of Bangaladesh. It should have been a great film, incredible footage, incredible talent, but it was dull as day old donuts. Cut completely wrong, this is the trouble I have with docs which I hate, it is not an art form, it's barely journalism. They were taking apart container ships huge, it was like richard serra sculptures falling into the ocean. They didn't nail the workers, they were objective, and objectivity is the DEATH of cinema. But it's a film that could be recut and be brilliant, I know he has the footage. The 2nd film, quite more entertaining was "Hafners Paradise" an Austrian production by Gunter Schvaiger. It was about an unreformed Nazi, who lived openly in Franco's Spain, it is very current, being that it is such a PRO-NAZI-BUSH-CLINTON time and actually quite entertaining, A great pig farm scene about the superiority of German pigs, and a great meeting of the unreformed nazi's club, a guy there proudly saying I was on the plane that bombed Guenerica, and Oberlieutenant Hafner is pretty good, sitting around his apartment singing Nazi youth songs and talking about Hitler for eternity, but it's still more television than cinema. Two good wind up scenes, the first is he goes to meet his contemporaries in a coastal town and no one will return his call, the other is a camp survivor who confronts him at the end. Your 76 years old you look pretty good, but in the end the supergerman Hafner starts to break down, his teeth are killing him like the rot of the lies he has built his whole life around.

I go to bed early and am a very good boy friday night.

Saturday, is three international docs with"all white in barking" by gregory issacs, that's the only one worth mentioning. There seems to be no rigor in their film making, I discuss with florence by fellow jury member on the way back to the Cinema Farnese, we haven't seen the winner yet. Though we both, actually including danilla our fellow jury member have all missed "Margem" by Maya Da-Rin, which Massimo said" e meravigliosa", we know we have to watch it in the morning before we give the award. It's phag off night at the cinema Farnese, and I buy beers and smoke joints on the campo for Bruce la Bruce's film, Otto or up with dead people. But the short before is by my fellow juror Florence Fradelizi, "Bonne Bourre" 3mn's long and a porno/fiction, it is phenomenal, PURE DILDO POETRY, this was back when girls were girls, unlike the manicured girls now. I am exhausted and for the only night I go to dinner with the tek festival crew , Massimo, Laura, Anna, Alessandro, Nicola and a couple I'm sure forgot and fellow film makers, Charles Lum [a self described festival rat and a new yorker] and Nina Menkes [l.a.], I manage a few bites and then back into the dark, to finish the phag zombie film, great scene the zombie and his ex lover talking, you should really take a shower, it wouldn't kill you.The phag off party is at the queer bar around the corner from the hotel there is a ton of drugs and all kinds of wild sexual happenings inside the bar, between black white gay straight male female, and whatever. I was a good boy I went to bed early.

Sunday I watched Margem at the secret garden hotel at 9a.m., Danillo was great bringing coffee to the room. [pictures will be put up at the blog spot] and then I finally I saw the winning film, a two day journey along the amazon from a point to Brazil to a point in Peru, it was beautifully shot, languidly cut and mixed with early black and white footage from the first ever trip up the amazon. It was situational and conceptural and poetic. At noon I meet my fellow jurors for pranzo and we basically agree on the winner and the runner up, we eat strozzipretti pasta and drink wine in the roman sunshine.

Sylvia an american doc about the revolutionary italian/american woman silvia baraldini is just fantastic. the awards ceremony is at the Cinema Trevi, and they've decided I will present the award in Italian and after rewriting the english translation I read the award in Italian and in english. It's been a great festival, and I end up a good boy and go to bed early, NOT.

Monday was an off day, though ended up at the Harun Farocki opening and then dinner with my tek festival friends at an incredible testaccio restaurant, cacio e cocci [via del gazometro 36] where bone film picked up the tab. the morning was collazione with my girlfriend Loridanna and Danillo, and now back here energized, alive and jet lagged.

tanti baccione

bone blog.

bone blog roma 4

2008-05-14T14:30:00.000-07:00

cara bonesters

I woke up early this morning at the hotel, The Secret Garden, via Bixio 48, and went to the roof to have a breakfast, with Danillo, the hotels master chef and spiritual leader, but there was a new guest who immediately charmed me and became my new girlfriend, Loridanna, she's seven months old and the daughter of Erika who comes in the morning to clean the rooms. It was just the three of us for breakfast, but loridanna was afraid of me and began crying, but a piece of paper solved it.

The film screened at the cinema farnese very well attended and a vocal audience. The image was great, and for once the italian subtitles were very sophisticated. The Q n A was smooth, languages were flying all around the room. My new tech festival friends, and my old roman friends were all together in one room, as Fabio the italian producer and his partner in crime piero produced a phenomenal party in a cellar space right off the piazza. the music was great, the food i heard was wonderful, I didn't eat, believing more in strong drink and hashish. I was completely exhausted and overwhelmed as I headed out the door at 2 am, but I swore I saw my brother in law dancing with his wife, Sara. very toddling town Chicago.

I walked the night time streets to the piazza venezia where the taxi stand is. No one could take me because they were on a coffee break, but the night bus pulled up and I was on it going home, filled and pregnant with experience, cinema and language.

ciao e buonna notte
bonesters

bone blog roma 3

2008-05-14T08:57:00.001-07:00

It got extremely busy in rome, I was on the jury of the international docs so everytime i had a second I was forced into the darkness of the theaters. My film screens tomorrow but today i go to see some of the films in the panorama section, but first it's a tv interview for nessuno TV which is broadcast on Sky Channel. Allesa, a very beautiful woman interviewed me half in Italian half in English. I am now pregnant with another language, I understand the questions in Italian but answer in english, I guess it makes for good TV. The cinema farnese is located on the northern edge of the Campo Di Fiori, and there doesn't seem to be any NUICANCE laws that have destroyed the character of our fine city, SALT LAKE city, no known as New York. So we drink and smoke joints like teenagers in this ancient square, where the witches of old were publicly burned.

I met my new best friend, Wael Noureddine, he was stooped on the campo di fiori, "fuck films, lets drink beer" of course I immediately joined him by purchasing some local peronis. He's a lebanese film maker living in Paris and his film plays tonight, we get smoke from Massimo and I decide to head over to the other cinema, Cinma Trevi to watch his film, as well as dutch cocaine factory, by the dutch film maker jeanette Groenendaal, Fabio accompanies us, the first film was well made, but a little too decadent for my taste, a portrait of a man who spent his years in a cocaine haze, this was followed by wael's film, JULY TRIP, which was about a trip he took in July, 2006 to his hometown Beirut, and this was one of the best films I have seen all year.

It was the end of Cinema, no fucking words, just brutal images, and in stark contrast to the dutch film, every night he gets fucked up, crack, heroin, whiskey. He has no other choice, the images are shocking, there's no dialogue, there's no sense of elegant structure, there is no structure, except the use of french pop house music over images of the press fighting with each other to take photos of the blackened dead of the isreali air raids. This is Beirut, and then he goes south, but now there is no press, they don't leaving Beirut. And it's just ripped and torn tracking shots of the destruction as he goes further into the inferno of lebanon. The only dialogue in the film comes from the radio, a speech by the hezbolla commander, untranslated, which he shoots while driving in his rental car, and a speech by the israelies condemning the terrorist of lebanon. The piece ends [it's beyond film] with him and another guy searching for the living in a destroyed village, "is anybody here" in Arabic, the sound of their footsteps through destruction, they find an old man who's blind hiding in a basement the french pop house music returns, the piece is over, [60 min. long] We walk through the tourist enhanced trevi fountain streets back to the cinema farnese, joined by florence fradelizi, a tuff french gal [another jury member] we buy beer and drink rapidly, one needs to get fucked up after that film.

ciao bonerese

NOTE: this was taken from my notebook, the rest will all be memory.

bone blog roma 2

2008-05-08T08:20:00.001-07:00

Anna, my translator arrived at the hotel at 6 pm, she was picking me up for my radio interview at radio rai tre. It was the beginning of the evening rush and I was hanging on tightly as we raced through the streets on her motorino to get to the station. It was a real radio station, which I had never seen, introductions were made to the host's of the show, Mario and Dario. It's a weekly national broadcast called hollywood party, they were really funny taking the piss out of hollywood, and then I was introduced, and I said Buona sera e buona sera Italia, and I was live on the radio, but anna and I had practiced so it went really smoothly. I understood most of the questions in Italian, there was no translator pause. We had time for a quick aperativo and admired the fascists architecture of the local fire station, then back onto the motorino, in the now deep blue evening sky of Roma for the first night of the festival which opened with eisensteins STRIKE with a live musical performance.
Massimo, the quasi head of the festival said it was time for me to go to work, being on the jury of the international docs we dutifully entered the cinema, but not until I informed massimo how i had forgotten to tell him that I hate docs, of course he said perfect. The cinema Farnese is on the northern end of campo di fiori, it is a gorgeous sixties cinema with pink seats, a great house. Two docs, quickly, an isreali doc "to see if i'm smiling" about woman drafted into the army and fighting in the west bank, awful shocking images one does not see on television, the contradicting affects on the womans' spirit from this experience, but it was alot of talking heads and it kind of drove me nuts, 2nd doc was shot in mumbai and was the oppisite of talking heads, it was a strange view of the caste system in India, as portrayed by a cleaning woman and her employer. Mumbai is insane, and the cleaning woman lakshima was great. A wonderful religous ceremony where her tongue is pierced by a stick. Of course the night always ends deep in gossip, deep in cinema.
more tomorrow

radio bone blog

bone blog roma

2008-05-07T06:47:00.000-07:00

Dear Bonesters,
I arrived in Roma on a beautiful monday morning met at the airport by Marco and Nicoletta from the Tek Festival. What I have found out is the Tek Festival is a collective group of inspired film addicts overdosing in the early morning on raw strips of Celluloid, they have no center except their collective center. The opening night festivities were held near the world headquarters of the festival, outside the gates of rome in the same neighborhood Pasolini had shot Accatone. In a great outdoor bar, a group of old men, who had been sitting there since the afternoon were very congenial. Fabio', my Italian producer and I rode out on the motorino. We arrived had a beer talked about having dinner, but of course never ate. The opening party was very well attended, I am meeting a real cast of characters here, my translater Anna, who was able to arrange an interview on Rai tre Radio for the following evening. The proseco was flowing and so was the local agriculture, a british dj was spinning jazz? when the police arrived, it was only 11 o'clock but there they were, in all their pedestrian ways. I had gotten the idea that I had stumbled into a network of anarcho punks in Rome, and started yelling fuck the police, go fucking home. Of course Massimo grabbed me, no steve you can't do that, this is Rome not Paris 1968, but the police wouldn't leave, and I tried to explain to them that were cultural visitors from over 10 countries here, and why were they being so pedestrian, and I started yelling in english again, when Laura reminded me to stay calm that I was on the jury of the Festival and they didn't want to get me out of jail, I replied I'm talking in English, they don't understand it, and Laura very quickly replied, Steve they don't speak Italian, only the local dialect. So a fun night on the road, going home on the motorino in the rain, Fabio and I lost in Rome, looking for Chinatown.
love and kisses

the bone blog

bone blog #31 [Special New Orleans Edition]

2008-02-24T23:29:00.000-08:00

BONE BLOG [Special New Orleans Edition]

When does a film begin? Where is that moment, I felt we crossed it when the Mobile Delta was below me as flight 176 out of Laguardia glided into New Orleans last week at the tail end of a seven hour American Airlines flight - ouch.
Bunker was a mess when I saw him [five hours late], I swear I only had two, the fish tale he was telling as I settled into the hotel, but of course I was thirsty too, and it was cocktail hour at the gay bar on the corner of bourbon and doumain. Bunker was on a first name basis not only with the bartender, but with some of the rougher local trade in the bar. The night proceeded to deteriorate into the fog of anti-temperance that we were feeling. I do remember walking up the middle of Esplanade Ave. smoking the one joint that I slid past airport security.
The bone tone trio, was completed the following morning as Ms. Julie Atlas Muz arrived on the red eye from Kennedy. Immediately, avoiding work, we hit the run down street known as Rampart all the way down to Basin St. where we entered St. Louis Cemetery # 1. After a one dollar bill voodoo trick by Ms. Muz we found the tomb of Marie Laveau, the patron saint of New Orleans Gris-Gris.
Our one o'clock was with Jennifer Day of the New Orleans Film Commission. She and her assistant Katie were chipper, enthusiastic and informative. "no matter what you do, you have to pay the police here". We left the film commission and walked into a torrential downpour of biblical proportions. Lunch was at Johnny's po' boy [St. Louis And Decatur], then back to the Hotel St. Pierre where we wrestled with the new script, LOVE, LOVE AND LOVE AGAIN. We were prepared, we were on location and we had ammunition only to have the third act of the script kick our ass. We quickly retreated licking our wounds, feeling we needed the strength of another day to attack it. At 7pm John Sinclair, the legendary Detroit revolutionary arrived with his daughter, Celia, for a meet and greet. We were all humbled in his presence, but were soon old friends as we had an incredible dinner at coops bar and grill. Mr. Sinclair was very forthcoming and generous. We blamed him for our radical politics and the pain it has cost us, and he just laughed us off as the amateurs we are. To digress, I get these conceptual ideas, and this meeting with John Sinclair, was the end product of a conceptual idea that had begun in the drawing room. Ever since the death of our spiritual Commissar Sal Scarpitta, I've felt there was something missing at Bone Film. We needed a new spiritual commisar, I offered the job to John Sinclair, who promptly said he didn't like the commissar part, but he loved the spiritual part. I may be stepping out on a limb here, but bone film has a new Spiritual Adviser, John Sinclair. Sorry John, it doesn't pay anything.
The evening progressed to deep into the fauburg marigny where we found a liquor store, coffee shop and sandwich place. Muz already under the influence needed proseco, and I bought a bottle and John sparked up some skunk. We sat under the portico on a chilly New Orleans evening. John and Celia [having driven six hours from Oxford, Mississippi]] pooped out early, leaving the bone tone trio to walk the magical middle of the streets [there's no cars here] back to the quarter for a nite cap around the corner from the hotel. Muz listed all she had drunk that night to the bar keep, and she suggested a vodka and cranberry, needless to say Ms. Muz, having difficulty with the key, opened up the room on her knees then fell in. Bunker politely encouraged me to "kick the bitch in". There are photos of this evening, but I'm praying that they have been erased.
The third day's the charm, work on the script began early and continued throughout the day and evening. Did we finish, no, did we destroy and start again, no. But we saw the beauty of the last scene, and Bunker inspired as always, was able to say with certitude that he saw it. Muz and I backed off, you see it? Bunker, I see it, I've got it. We went to the Saturn bar for celebratory cocktails and location scouting. It's an incredible bar on St. Claude Ave. near the lower 9th, where they had a jamming juke box, with actual volume, an extreme rarity in Mormon New York. Muz [what was in your head?] started playing Micheal Jackson, Bunker and I beat her up in the cab as we went to karaoke night at the gay bar. there was no karaoke night and so we ended up at jean Lafitte's tavern on bourbon st. Back at the hotel, I felt sick and passed out.
Muz left early in the a.m., after the various telephones were ringing to wake her. I felt like shit and the only thing Bunker and I could do was get food before we were out. So to end this blog the way I started, when does a film begin, I can answer with complete honesty, it already has.

LOVE, LOVE AND LOVE AGAIN

glimmer out
the Bone Blog

bone blog #30

2008-01-10T15:26:00.000-08:00

wednesday miama beach

The miami winter is really tiring, at 75 degrees daily, shockingly blue skies, heated swimming pools and smoking in bars, what a concept- though don't eat the food - everyplace we went was awful, expensive and such large portions, the only place I can truly recommend is cheeseburger baby on washington ave. the best, friendliest and cutest staff.

The encore screening for the Spiegel tent people was packed and raucous, and the BONE TONE TRIO [staso, muz, bunker] was in attendance for the first time since the New York Underground, to do the Q n A [note if any of our new miami readers, yes people do read the bone blog, have photographs of us in our directors chairs I'd love to have them. [bonefilm@netzero.com], but again another shout out to dana and ed and the miami beach film society, THEY DO FILM. Muz opened the open bar hile in her director chair, and the party started, those circus people are really thirsty, and we're all out on espanola way [the cutest block in miami beach]. there exists an incriminating photograph of the bone tone trio, at macs club deuce on 14th st., where we hung with artist bill robb, who is possessed by an incredible nasty wit. Overheard conversation # 1 - between he and bunker, Mr. Robb complaining about the alone time he spends with his bottle, bunkers retort, who do you think I am, Dr. Phil? Everything begins to go hazy at this point, though I do remember Ms. Muz forcing me to take a romantic walk on the beach [in your dreams staso], but it was truly beautiful.

Monday, work on the new script, LOVE, LOVE AND LOVE AGAIN - aided with new notes from our resident script doctor, Robert Hawk, we couldn't avoid it any longer. It was the 3rd scene in, the graveyard scene where Richard Gratiotsteen is being buried, when they both attacked me for my idea to put candles on the flag draped coffin. Staso it's one o'clock in the afternoon, they're not going to be
lighting candles, muz, i hope the wind isn't blowing. staso- but I always saw the american flag burning on the coffin - muz pipes in, well that can still be done, how? you know, just have a hippie chick fire dancer at the grave side, bunker - that's good muz, I like when things happen for no reason-muz- so you have the hippy dancing with the fire through out the whole scene and at one
point she loses control of the fire and it lands on the coffin in the grave, staso -but isn't stolzberger in the grave clinging to the coffin, yeah he catches on fire too, bunker- you're right muz that mink coat that he's wearing will go up in a flash - staso - it's perfect the flag and the mink coat on fire. muz- you know guys i'm really good at this. I'll say, new addition the hippie chick fire dancer.

As you can tell whenever the bone tone trio gets together there is a reversion to early detroit adolesence. conversation snippets, staso do you ever take a shower? no. go in the pool says the topless muz, I would but i don't see any knockers out there, [note for new yorkers women bathe topless here] bunker do you see any, I don't see any knockers either, muz hits us. I go in the pool.

This is the creative process as we force march across the script, 40 pages a
day.

glimmer out

the bone blog

bone blog #29

2007-12-27T09:06:00.000-08:00

bone blog #28

2007-12-20T10:20:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-01T13:27:00.000-08:00

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
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torino #4

2007-11-28T14:39:00.000-08:00

the 2nd screening more than half full at 12:30 on a tuesdat afternoon, alot of applause, and I was approached by a guy, massimo after the screening, he is interested in showing it in roma, he spoke to me in italian, i heard you speak, rumoour travels fast in torino.
it's a little bit too swiss here for my tastes, not the chaos of napolio or palermo, a northern intellectual energy, that can be very oppresive. note from last night
The filmmakers can be very isolated here, it's not personal, everyone else is.
I saw the egyptian museum here today it was the shit, old school just stuff in miles of cases like the louvre used to be, incredible collection.
last screening this afternoon, began at 2:15, I was packing and arranging with the lovely elizabetta being picked by a driver tomorrow morning. The others were there but nobody said hi, or bye, i guess. well, that's really swiss. i mean interesting. so i hit the screening just towards the end two thirds full, and i said to the gal who was in the charge of the house that i was buying beers at the pizza place downstairs, and that i would like to invite all in the room to join me, i got 22 people, almost all of em kids, and it was wide, free range conversation in italian and english on everything cultural, it cost me 40 euros and we did for an hour smoking and drinking in front of the pizza parlor, they had a window and just passed out the beers, one of the guys had a joint and lit it up, it was great, it's like the energy we put into that film was transfered out into the street in front of this pizza stand as the sun was going down.

much love

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torino #3

2007-11-27T15:41:00.000-08:00

bone blogers
domenica
I had to run off yesterday, before i could finish the opening night of celluloid - The audience was energized at the end of the film, this always happens with those who make it through, the q n a was raucous, several languages running around, and my interperter marina working the whole night. I did get compared to Abel ferarra, dangerous games by manuella martina the chief programmer for the festival - after i was out for a smoke and a beer, and the realization that this was the high water mark so far.

after there was a party at on the banks of the river po- there was live music - the first band was young and very good, and i even got comped free drink tickets. I talked to a ton of people including the director of the festival nanni moretti - whose getting hammered in the italian press over his directorship - my ten minutes of italian is really working, but i really had to take a piss, so i slipped away and inbetween two parked cars, i pissed into the river po, it does not get any better.

lunedi
the film maker lunch sponsored by the italian film, lasciate perdere johnny was held in the largest 15th century private palace in torino - it was smoking - but of course no smoking allowed. but there were several young women who looked like they stepped out of a sixteenth century northern italian painting - the food was piemontese carne, carne, meat.I was hurting from the night before, but i was not alone in that way, the italians could barely open their eyes.. Fabio my brother in law from rome, came in at 4, right away off to the movies, la primma, delitto della strada, crime in the street, the first film john casavettes made as an actor, helmed by the always terse, don siegel. i had never seen it, but it was fantastic, a really young sal mineo. the print was from the british film institute, casavettes plays an emotionally stunted 18 yr old juvenile delinquen in brooklyn. he lives in a slum apartment with his single mom and baby brother. This film has one of the greatest kisses in screen history. a woman, sal mineos sister, reminds him that they had kissed when they were both kids, he does not remember and she proceeds to tell him how much that kiss meant to her, and that only he could saved if he went back to that kiss, he refuses but she keeps coming, it is a great fucking movie.
dinner search - w fabio, a cab driver told him about the restaurant 3 gallini three little roosters - we found it after an hours search, it was almost secretive. we entered no one was inside, we ordered, meat, meat and more meat. about 8 thirty people started coming in, we finished and off to the movies again. Lo statto delle cose, the state of things, wender angry response to five years in hollywood, probably the greatest film he ever made. it has sam fuller playing the dp, shot on the coast in portugal, lisbon, and el lay, all in black and white. i havenàt seen it since it was released, great film.
more tomorrow

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torino #2

2007-11-26T20:35:00.000-08:00

it is the aftternoon and i have no idea what is going on. at the theater - no one knows anything - on the street a woman comes up to me - it is paola - i am in good hands - i take a breath.

i do not want to say we sold out, WE SOLD OUT. Before the film they introduced me, my interpeter marina translated the intro, then it was my turn to speak, first words, holy shit, and then in italian, i said my film is very sensitive, my film is very profound, my film is very sympatheticm NOT. i then went to define my film as the oppisite, marina translated and the audience laughed and never stopped. i do not want to say the projection was great, it was phenomenal, the sound was
right at the edge where i like it. i watched til the end of the piper laurie sequence, they got it. of course we had the requisite numbers of walk outs in the first scene, but their seats were quickly refilled. i hit the streets for a smoke and a woman approached me, you are steve, yes- i chose your film, i thought it was very funny. i am going to be asking questions in the q n a. - i then met everybody and everybody is smoking like fiends. i popped into the film at the last scene, izzy kissing julie was almost romantic.they loved everything acting, music, and camera, and the q n a was phenomenl, i have to run
though to the film makers lunch

wuv and kisses

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torino

2007-11-25T12:10:00.000-08:00

La primma notte in Torino, is not where the blog starts. it starts at 5:30 am leaving new york on a tuesday morning trying to get a cab on 10th ave. I am up early but figure I will sleep on the plane. The sun was rising as I hit the van wyck, and it was to set 6 hours later over the atlantic, making it the shortest day of my life. I arrived in london 8pm local time, but was at the intrepid fox downing pints and smoking cigarettes in a very mild outside.
Next morning up early for breakfast on brompton road, then over to the british museum to see the clay soldiers of the first chinese emporer *he is the creator of the great wall* he died, but for his tomb he created an army of clay soldiers to protect him in the underworld. 20 of the soldiers traveled- but it was the still mystery that obsessed me - the actual tomb is still uncovered, but he replicated his china within it. The rivers are flowing mercury and the night sky is lit with pearls.
A quick stop to see Micheal at Bankrobber gallery the new show is russell young silkscreens. Fame and shame, they were showing the shame part, I like this guys work an incredible portrait of kennedy on a mortuary slab in Dallas. These dealers are interesting they have a show of Bansky in New York in december.
Off to disappointment at Sherrys of London, my suit was not ready.
Drinks with future bonefilm star mat fraser, who is quite the agriculturalist, one needs to sample his herbal remedies, and ally gamble - the only white gal on ave. b back in the day. Mat says a special hello to bonefilm star Julie Atlas Muz, and Ally says hello to anyone. Dinner is japanese comfort food and the perpetual nite cap is at the crobar off charing cross road. OUCH
Another day another city, arrived in rome around 7 and was eating dinner with my family there at 8. A quiet night, but the next was spent with my dear friend lluisa and her up from the husband, whom we dumped to wander the night time streets of trastevere. Roma is warm, you barely need a sweater, of course the romans are walking around in furs. Europe is wealthy and the dollar is in free fall, breakfast is 30 bucks a pint is 8, do not go to dinner. my brother in law fabio, romano, romano takes me on a winding nightime crawl of the eternal city, we meet two gals from san francisco, they are totally charmed with his roman ways.
plane to the airport, beautiful roman morning driving past musolini vision of a modern rome. Arrived in Torino to be picked up by Elena who is working for the festival, she drives me into town. I ask her if her last name is agnelli? she answers magari, new word wish/magari. The hotel is totally depressing had to immediately do some voodoo on the room to clean the bad spirits, then off to the movies, with a million other people, everyone in torino was at the movies, of course it has been raining non stop for 3 days, everything i tried to get into is pleno - new word pleno/full e fa pleno. I tried to see Irina palm with marianne faithfull, but end up at the directors cut of til the end of the world, 280 minutes long, wim wender is trying to make his apocalypse now. he was there talking in english after the movie, and said some really great shit at local time 2 am, but it is a totally different film from the one I remember, though there is great stuff with jeanne morreau, just kicks everybodies ass on the screen, i do not think he improved it.
I walked home alone in the rain, singing o solo mio.
The european premiere is tonight, more domani
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2007-11-25T12:06:00.000-08:00

2007-10-01T07:48:00.000-07:00

coney island

2007-10-01T07:37:00.000-07:00

Alone, all by myself I caught the d train on W. 4th st. {also the Q and the N go out there] at 7 to head out to the fest. The train is packed for almost the whole ride. I get off at stillwell ave. [coney island] follow the signs to Surf Ave. and take a left and cross the street to the ocean side. It's down about an ave. block right past the bumper cars. The moon was just coming out on a desolate surf ave. as I had a beer at the freak bar [part of the sideshow] where I was warmly greeted by Sandy, who's film AMERICAN SCARY which was opening the fest I had met in Kansas. I settled in to catch the end of the doc which detailed the regional tv phenomnen of Creature Feature horror hosts. They went all around the country, but the epicenter for horror hosts was Cleveland Ohio. Goulardi, the ghoul and son of ghoul- they had great footage of early tv mayhem - the ghoul rummaging through a dumpster and finding thefilm reels of the film he shows, "it's a real stinker" After the film it's on to the party which I attend by myself. the party is hosted by Fred the great Fredini - his act was so impressive all this great stuff with fire that had you scratching your head, what? and then sword swallowing which I still don't know how he did it, but he had a very enthusiastic crowd of coneys and film makers. The party was great with mini cheeseburgers, hot dog and an amazing amount of illegal substances. Rob Leddy festival director was holding court on the smoking balconey overlooking the deserted surf ave.. He's got really high hopes for the fest this year, and for the 2nd time in one night I was greeted warmly. Rob, of course enquired if JULIE ATLAS MUZ would be attending her screenings, I of course repliied were only screening once [sat. 9PM], no, he said she's in two other films. Sad to say but I had to inform him, that no, JULIE ATLAS MUZ would not be
attending. Speaking of Ms. Muz I did notice there was a plethora of MS. CONEY ISLANDS in attendance at the party. How many are there?
The party goes a little fuzzy after the wonderful burlesque performance - there was a guest of honor [brooklyn young guy, I think he's been on the wire, though he was inbetween two fabulous leggy gals. [pix to come], but I do recall a lack of taxi cabs after the party ended and riding the Q train back to the city. But it was well worth the trip, the last time to see the real coney.

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bone blog #25

2007-09-21T09:48:00.000-07:00

sunday am, in a flash of inspiration we kicked back our flight to be filmmakers one more day. Our server for breakfast was tina [holiday inn overland park w.] Yeah I got 4 kids, I'm home schooling them and working two jobs, I'm divorcing my husband, you guys seem so nice, please take me with you. staso has this ability where he can get complete strangers to tell him their most intimant details. I can get anybody to tell me everything.

highlight # 1 got to the theater early and witnessed Guy Maddin and Ben Meade making a super 8 film in the theater. It was great to see them in action. It seems guy got in early the morning from toronto [see bone blog 2a] and they immediately began making a film. First shot was ben meade laying on the ground filming an opencockpit plane containing guy maddin filming him, there was a pilot. I just caught the end but the casting was fantastic, and the direction to a 4 year old kid, just get in the shot and we'll give you some popcorn was refreshingly old school.

highlight # 2 [n.b.f.] Anne nordas' film "red is the color of" played to a packed house at the 1:30pm screening, [we now know the best time slot for kansas city], Her film was a lot more than sexy it had the audience drenched in pulsating waves of unrequited desire, hands were starting to roam, well staso's. It's a story of two artists, one successful, Mary. One not, David. In between them expertly playing both sides of a broken fence was the nymphette that being artist's we've always dreamed about. Set in a calculating art world, Mary is a blood painter and has attracted the attention of young misguided girls with nothing to do who have formed a fan base called the bloody marys, add in the above mentioned art world, some botched suicides, a sensitive faithful husband and the pic unfolds. The dialogue is smart and sassy and surprisingly unL.A. and the performances, especially the two women, are soulful. Great, NO bullshit film. coincidently we couldn't help but notice [see bankrobberlondon.com for pete doherty's blood paintings]

This was followed by Amour Legende - A film set in the desert with the keys locked in the car, this was the 1st act. In spanish, english, japanese and mandarin. A little dificult to follow.

More compelling was "The rich have their own Photographers" a doc by Ezra Bookstein about Milton Rogovin. this guy is the shit, a former huac victim and optimetrist he commenced his photographic carreer in his fifties, shooting his Buffalo NY neighborhood, the Lower West Side. His work captures the residents of this decayed, detiriorating forgotten neighborhood in all their glory. Since he's still alive at 97, he returned every decade to photograph his subjects if, they were still alive. Many weren't. Ezra Bookstein handles this film with the grace that it deserves. Check it out! www.tellingimagefilms.com, [a tip the photographer Rogovin enjoys hearing from people, leave an e mail] www.miltonrogovin.com
it's in links.

Next, was the ronald brothers Netherbeast, a fun corporate vampire film w/ a bunch of inspired television [you know them Judd Nelson, Robert Wagner] actors. But after 10
hours in the dark, we were suffering from severe theaterbutt [new word].

The evening ended at the KIFF hospitality room for Ben Meades [33] birthday - cake-bud light and tequilla in a bucket, don't ask.

stay tuned for the coney island fest.

glimmer away.

far as i got

bone blog #24

2007-09-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

bonesters,

saturday a.m. up early with linda our driver and downtown to the nelson atkins museum of fine arts in kansas city mo., standouts - a duco black paint head on burlap by Jackson Pollock from 52 - A dekooning woman - a giacometti chariot - the 1st warhol silkscreen Baseball 62 - a great Milton Resnick from 78 - a guston "wall" and a sensual kiki smith installation. A brief tour of kansas city with bill [local d.p.] then back to the abandoned mall for the films.

"strictly background" Jason Connels first feature - a well casted l.a. doc about background extras [the extras he chose to follow were perfect] The film was a thoughtful portrait of the unknown striving for their day in the sun, while living in a friends garage. Got a good sampling of Doug Lantzs' "from the 50 yard line" - a doc about PRO high school marching bands, cute flag girls. Our 2nd sample was "intervention" a concept very close to bonefilms black heart, but a little sensitive for our perverted taste. Where's the discipline?

Back to the hotel to freshen up with our N.B.F., anne. The usual, beer, cigarettes, shower and make up and our only chance to sample a classic kc b.b.q. at jack stacks, across from the dead mall housing the theater. Staso was too nervous to eat and buck had a hard time getting it down too, anne norda [n.b.f.] had no problem. Being the seasoned newyorkers that we are, we didn't think the short walk across the highway and through the parking lot was too tiring, but the response from the driving public to our pedistrian habits was quick and cruel, BUY A CAR - BUY A CAR, LOSERS. At the theater Staso made the mistake of asking how many tickets were sold and then glad he hadn't eaten when they answered. A last minute rush on tickets and the film started. Staso did the intro and then hit the hallway for a quick nervous joint, he was busted and escorted outside to the parking lot next to the dumpsters for a little quick discipline then kindly let back in. Although small our audience was sophisticated, enthusiastic and supportive. They GOT it - giving Steve Buckley a standing ovation which turned the Buckster the color of tomatoe soup. The Q n A was great, many compliments to the talent, Caprice and Cindy were awesome, I love rudolfo how come he's not here - the writer, how much was scripted? - and to the d.p. It looked fucking great.

Then it was into the van, our hard working driver/filmmaker linda drove us through the deserted night time to streets to the club [blue something?] at 18th st. and Vine, for some kansas city women and a bottle of kansas city wine. The band was a local electrical sub station that could light half the city. From what I was told, the alto sax player was the best in the country, the drummer was no slouch, and the singer "I wanna big fat daddy" wasn't taking any prisoners. the night ended at bonefilm hdquts K.C. for a late night talk fest. OUCH.

Quick note: Guest of Honor filmmaker Guy Maddin had to leave the festival at 4 a.m. saturday morning to collect "the Toronto prize" at the closing ceremonies of the Toronto film festival, though very self depreciating about the prize he did manage to say, I finally beat Cronenberg. [Guy is an all around film enthusiast, approachable, gentle and weird just like we like our filmmakers]

new word: Lepricano, c.c. the ticket gal defing her ethnic heritage, Irish and mexican.

Best art: don grahams' sculpture of charlie parkers' head and brains.

bone blog #23

2007-05-30T10:12:00.000-07:00

bone blog #22

2007-05-22T06:46:00.001-07:00

bone blog # 20

2007-05-21T11:06:00.001-07:00

bone blog # 21

2007-05-21T10:45:00.000-07:00

Where does the time go, we at the bone blog have been on extended vacation.Not a lot to dish about, except bone blog # 20- we need to use this ephemeral means of communication, if anyone should read this give us a shout.

Love Love n Love again, is also on vacation though soon to start up with a bang this coming week, which will also see the return of the blog, not for work reasons, but for birthday reasons- bone wife- Raquel Shapira- married twenty five years - to the lesser half of the glimmer twins celebrates her 50th compleannos on saturday - with a special bone film party at bonefilm world hdqt. on 38th st.an in the know fest for you american express card holders, YOU'RE 1ST in LINE. and the return of the lesser half of the GLIMMER TWINS to nyc after a stint in the dade county jail, OUCH. Though he swears it doesn't hurt.

During his incarceration, jade sharma has picked up the slack on the dormant screen play DYKE CITY
A revealing portrait of young dykes trying to make it in LIPSTICK LESBIAN CAPITOL USA.

We will soon be initiating our BONEFILM CONDO SALES UNIT. Interested parties enquire here.

And our continuing membership drive for the PALESTINE LIBERATION ORGINIZATION,
you can register here, though raquel might get upset about it.

Did want to talk about bonemagazine, another issue is in progress, [thanks for asking, we know where you live]- but we have been extremely inspired by the book "BASH THE RICH - a decade of class war" by Ian Bone, and plan to incorporate it's subversion into our magazine. this book was recommended by Mat Fraser [bone hopeful for love love n love again]
The perferct Mohito drinkin, beach sittin, joint smokin, summer reading.

and as for listening, THE GRINDERMAN has been burning the turntables up at bonefilm hdqt.- w/o music we're just old farts, also would like to recommend artic monkeys, kinda poppy but there's several songs that make the cut.

we're back
worse than ever
fuck you
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bone blog # 18

2007-04-04T12:14:00.000-07:00

All is well in boneland, julie atlas muz looked spectacular in her rocker/actress look, but then again everyone looked great. Thanks for putting out the effort. in attendance. Ishmael - yvonne - and elizabeth [delusiondancers extrodinaire.
Lara [mercedes] there w/ her new boyfriend, they liked it. Sam gasman [prd, dsn. ] looking real cute - watch out rudolfo.
ilianae n frank, still newly weds. walter steding took time out of his hectic schedule david quinn [cstm dsn] knocking back the k-tels marie [genvievve] and her fasionable crew -yummy - thumbs up - she understands auditioning. fred holland - back in the thick of things. rittilin rita and her nasty crew, louis you owe us $29.95 for the poster buck [i bring all my crew] and arlene looking fab. tigger - the new york post mermaid - feeling up julie atlas muz at the afterparty, she didn't seem to mind.
schmidlapp - trollin for a discount cindy raydeen - recently engaged- look for the rock and last but not thalia.

A successful close to the NYUFF with the rap lparty at the mars bar - where we noticed an underlyling fear of mars bar bathroom facilities -sissys- and a note about the underground workers - mo - kevin - maura - and their den mother jeanie - we're working the vodka bottle to depletion in the ticket booth - old school. we love you.

now it's back to work on love love n love again - lindsay - britney - paris here we come look for our review in daily variety.

happy trails bonester
glimmer over n out

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bone blog # 17

2007-04-03T12:55:00.000-07:00

The fifth day of the festival, and it's officially closed except for the repeats. [CELLULOID # 1 TUESDAY 10:30 PM] the closing film was fascinating poppa neutrino, great film never coming to a cineplex near you. Random Note, if you think UNDERground festival was all slasher films, this was a feel good family friendly film.

met some new best friends at the closing party - bunker has yet another crush on quirky kevin - one of the undergrounds quirky coirdnators of which there are a plethora to choose from. Jillien was there, bone film material if we've ever seen it, picture her all dressed up looking like patricia fields, pre sex in the city. Aussie Ian was there, looking real new wave, with a fierce finnish girl - they just make the cutes couple - but that was marred when his new best gay friend showed up - did the couple become a trio? I'm not telling. Just a word about the locale - happy endings, broom and forsyth st. used to be a chinese health club [hence the happy endings] across from the well hidden windsor hotel. but loved the walk in the dressed up forsyth chrystie park, remember back in the day?

As is our bone film habit - we stepped to taste the local culture - and for our ubiquiotoucs nightcap - at mars bar, where they answer the phone "You rape em, we scrape em" Needless to say the love affair was on - people napping on the bar - tatooed momi's and the spectactular bar tendres Lucille - great juke box w/ not brain rattling incapacitating sound. + $4 stiff drinks - oh, and if anyone is interested and you know who you are, we encountered nick zedd [underground film maker] he doesn't look a day ollder than 1983, bitch. His shocking and incredible entourage, must be his secret, we on the other hand, completely lacking an enttourage look decades pastt 1983. shit.

we jumped a major hurdle by commissioning from our new composer - vinny jessel - age 12 - playing softlly the opening strains of THE THEME SONG FROM LOVE LOVE AND LOVE AGAIN ON THE PIANO. Another film festival scalp on the belt -it''s wampum time- next up cannes 2008

glimmer out.

bone blog # 16

2007-04-01T13:59:00.000-07:00

I have a crush on carl giant - the ever favbulous celluloid # 1 make up guy, such a sexy man with the best plumbers butt around, long live plumbers butts. Speaking of butts, did anybody notice that brown delicous jamaican set of cheeks, the big house, yummy- Kendra Day - new haircut - short skirt - white leather jacket - a breath of fresh air. WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE DATE THIS GIRL. Since the topic off butts seem to be the onlly thing we can think of, how bout that hot peurtoriquena CULA anchoring the newlly macho [love the facial hair] ANTONIO RAMOS, strutting his stuff, kendra noticed, so did we.

Our new york premiere was awful, who invited those people, such a cheesy crowd, especially us. but we have to admit, celluloid # 1 is poignantly achingly beautiful, to see it there on the big screen is a once in a lifetime experience. Don't forget bonesters, see it a 2nd time, for the nuances you have missed, TUES. APRIL 3 10:30 PM.

Also did anybody notice the whole staso family - actuallly mingling with the masses - Anne looked pretty chipper for a woman whose raising three boys alone in the big city. Their verdict? two thumbs up, don't tell mom. The buttless staso brothers were looking really handsome - girls n boys stay away, you know who you are.

anyways it's palm sunday- off to church - bunker hasn't been there since san jose he wonders where stephen baldwin is worshiping today.

glimmer out

manana
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bone blog # 15

2007-03-31T11:37:00.000-07:00

Everything is falling apart, no it isn't,. it just feels like that. The morning papers are interesting TIGGER FERGUSEN [carlos guzman, abagado, in love love n love again] was in the post. In gold lame mermaid attire, coney island is for mermaids not
condos, to bad ms. coney island 2006, herself, didn't make it. Glad to see somevodies working.

An additional note of interest, ticket prices at the tribeca "above ground" festival/ real estate conference will now set you back 18 smackeroos. i wouldn't pay $18 to see my own movie. We surmise, it's the grace hightower tax, for their new $30 million condo UPTOWN.

We did manage to do 1 pce of business, the after party, will be at bunker's spiritual homeland, 2 x 4's the old bar, bar at 2nd ave. n 4th st. right after the q n a, figure 10:30 pm for those who we'ren't able to acquire tickets at our sold out new york premiere. Just kidding there are tkts available as i write. call thalia.

We are still receiving critical acclaim in our hometown rag the village voice. Nathan Lee writes us up as surprisingllly spry, and also mentions the p word, poignancy, one of bone films favourite words. Though in general, he trashes the UNDERground festival, wonder wwhat his words will be concerning the tribeca real estate conference, [see abvoe] glowing, no doubt.

Anyways, still phoneless- trying to organize the new york premiere fr4om hoome will definitely get us in trouble.

c u tonite bonesters,

GLIMMER OUT.

bone blog # 14

2007-03-31T11:34:00.000-07:00

The phone was ringing off the hook w/ "friends" trying to get on the guest list for oour NEW YORK PREMIERE of CELLULOID # 1 at the sparkling anthology film archives where the new york underground f.f. resides. That would be interesting if we had a phone which unfortunately it died while trying to upgrade to broadband. Being incommunicado - works really well with our long established feaqr of SUCCESS. Any inquiries - thalia harithas - 917-232-5566 - our always loyal, underpaid, immensly efficent workhorse. Off to a rousing start.

Special shout out to MO JOHNSTON head of the festival, who is currently carrying the whole festival on her attractive shoulders.

Slpeaking of attractive shoulders Julie Atlas Muz is not returning our calls again! She's alledgedly on vacatrion w her husband in las vegas, she swears she'll make an appearance tomorrow, in all her stunning glory.

long live the spirit of doris wishman - "each time I kill" is a mini masterpiece, for a 90 yr old feminist film maker she really nails teenage girl ENVY. r.i.p.

After the film we spent the rest of the evening desparately trying to get home, shocking reversal. Had to pick up my son whose plane was delayed, finally arriving after LAST CALL. we're in real good shape today.

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bone blog # 13

2007-03-22T12:28:00.000-07:00

Bunker on the verge of being fired, the motherfukcer is too cheap to fixhis fone,
so I'm running bone film, all by myself. The web gal, PRincess is here, urging me to write
in this blog, . Which has been very productive. New - something is coming out in the village
voice next week, to coincide w/ our new york premiere at the N.Y. Underground film
fest at the anthology, tickets are still available as I write.
Bone magazine, first issue will be
finished for the festival, and an undertone of jealousy in the comments that we have been
receiving through the bone blog.
You know who you are.

bone blog 3 18

bone blog No.4

2007-03-20T12:49:00.000-07:00

the bone blog #4

The celluloid crew arrived last night, all bright n bubblly- that won't last.

Julie stuck into bonefilm hdqtrs in her white mink fur, her cellphone ring tone

"do u no the way 2 san jose" We proceeded to dress her 4 the evenin- she looked

stunning inher one legged pant suit - we sauntered to the nights festivity with our

recently purchased boom box [ from our new friends at the local pawn shop-their

coming tonight] STOOGE BLASTIN.

Of course, she caused her usual stir, there's alotta blonde door openers here - we

made our shameless grand entrance, almost succeeding in gettting thrown out of

the staid boring paragon bar. The high point of the evening, was steven baldwins

entrance, I suddenly noticed Ms Muz was no longer at our side. Using her considerable

mermaid skills she managed to stay under for 2.5 mns., meanwhile buck, recently

unemployed was really workin it - he looked really cute passin out his professional

actor business cards. Of course sindy raydene inching closer to her spiritual homeland,

tried to hop a bus to the napa valley! Shokin, with another successful evening underout

belts, while passsing thru a horde of admirers to make our timely exit. We spotted

julie atlas muz and steven baldwin still canoodlin on the sofa in the MIDDLE OF THE LOBBY.

She didn't return to the hotel til 5;30 am She claimed nothing happened

you do the math.

california lyning

later

p.s. world premiere 2nite stay tuned.

bone blog No.3

2007-03-20T12:37:00.000-07:00

the bone blog reviews the 1st stooges album in 32 years!

The weirdness

1st listening - makes me feel like I'm 18 again.

the simplicity of the riffs is awe inspiring, makes me want to

go out and get in a fist fight, just for the hell of it.

of course singing this music at 60 is rather pathetic, but we're not gonna there

it's too close. LONG LIVE GARAGE BANDS By the godfather of detroit garage culture.

#1 trollin' - nice of him to quote celluloid #1, clayton beaubien the desperate troller of

the red carpet.

#2 you can't have friends - it's quirky n real

#3 atm pickin up the pace

#4 my idea of fun - very danceable

#5 the weirdness - romantic skank - make me wanna slow dance - come a little closer dear

***** stars - it's authentically honest - in our opinion- quite a steal for 8.99 at rasputin records,

also available on vynl

Went to a party at the vault, the festival was takin it's toll on everyone

including us. the hotel room reeks of puke - should be use to it by now.

we're started to get that layered look- cocktails n forgotten meals

our stars ** come today we're puttin them to work - hope they brought their

knee pads, they're gonna them, ours r lookin scabby.

off to the movies

california humping ... later

the bone blog

bone blog

2007-03-15T14:40:00.000-07:00

first posted thursday march 15,
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