The Faith Tones Revealed
This album cover has been proclaimed one of the worst in history. But up until now we knew very little of The Faith Tones – their music and their personal lives. This video digs beneath the surface to reveal the true story of this extraordinary group.
Confidential Report: UFOs
This piece was created for the 2nd Annual McMinnville UFO Film Festival – and it won! The 18 and over category anyway. In my filmmaking class, I assigned a short Sci-Fi themed film to be produced specifically for the festival. Since I already had this idea, I asked for volunteers to work with me. They did a great job – especially when it came to filming Eddie and the crop circle.
Nowhere Fast 2.0
For several years I’ve been teaching a set of filmmaking classes at Chemeketa Community College in Salem, OR. This year, in the narrative class, the big assignment was for the students to produce a web series. They were divided into four teams, with each team being in charge of producing one episode of roughly 10 minutes in length. To assist in the teaching, I agreed to produce the pilot episode which is below. Unfortunately, the production was plagued with problems: much of the footage was unusable because of a bad tape (never use recycled tapes!), there was a loud buzz through most of the audio, and some of the acting was, um, substandard. I had to rework the whole thing into 50’s-era training film style just to make it work. I included some footage from archive.org to round it out and it ultimately ended up being pretty good. We decided to use Nowhere Fast as the title to the series. The previous use of the name never went anywhere and it fits the subject matter. If you are interested in seeing all of the episodes, they are here: Nowhere Fast.
The Couch Potatoes
I spent three years teaching at the University of Central Arkansas (“UCA”) from 2001-2004. It was a great job, but my wife at the time and I agreed that we were just not Southern folk. So we moved away when we could and returned to the Northwest. While at UCA, I taught television production. The capstone course of the television production program was TV3 or Advanced Television Production. In my final year, the students decided that they wanted to produce a sitcom as their ongoing project. I had reservations about it because it was a massive undertaking, but I eventually agreed. The show was called “The Couch Potatoes” and the class produced four episodes. I wrote two of the episodes after the scriptwriting team failed to deliver, and also contributed some other pieces. Elsewhere on this site is the script for “Nowhere Fast” which evolved out of one of the “Couch Potatoes” scripts that I wrote.
Below are two clips from the show. I wrote and produced both as filler between segments of the regular part of the show. The first is called “The Learning Center.” It is a parody of UCA’s recruiting campaign that was in place at the time. It was called “The Center of Learning” and featured shots of students at various places around campus with voice-overs describing their experiences at UCA. Our version was lifted its visual style directly from one of those ads. I wish I had kept a copy of the original UCA ad in order to show what we were satirizing, but needless to say, the original had a much different message.
The second video below is a “stock-footage documentary.” I’ve always been intrigued by creating fictional documentaries using whatever footage is at hand. Monty Python used the technique to hilarious effect on occasion. I’m still toying with a feature-length project created out of stock footage and new linking material. In the meantime, here’s the story of the 1952 presidential election, Richard Nixon, radioactive sheep and Godzilla…
Smith and Jones Cable
The year was 1996. Bill Clinton was just beginning his second term as President of the United States, and Monica Lewinsky was two years away from the public consciousness. The “Macarana” was the latest dance craze and Alanis Morissette taught the world a new meaning for the word “ironic.” Other than that stuff, nothing much happened. Oh yeah, one more thing: Smith and Jones Cable was born. If you were a late-night public access television viewer in the Portland Oregon area between the years 1996 and 2001, chances are you saw at least one episode of Smith and Jones Cable. It was the sketch-comedy show created by me, Mykal Lewis and Loren Coulter. We worked together at Multnomah Community Television (“MCTV”) and decided that we would like to create the kind of television show that we would want to watch. I had a few short films left over from my school days and we had unlimited access to MCTV’s studio, camera and editing facilities, so we took our shot. I wrote most of the material, in my slow, methodical way, while Mykal did all of the heavy lifting acting-wise. He had actual acting chops where I had none at all. He could sink himself into a character and do accents and show emotion, where I played the same part pretty much every time. I actually wrote the scripts in a way that it would be easy for me to perform, but would stretch Mykal’s considerable skills. Loren came along a bit later and added professional editing and graphics touches that Mykal and I couldn’t match.
We produced five episodes in about four years. Not exactly prolific. It was difficult because both Mykal and Loren had wives and actual lives to lead. I had neither of those things, but lacked the inspiration and skill to do any more than was done. But looking back, I’m very proud of what we accomplished. The shows were uniformly good – even great at times – and we received a lot of very favorable feedback from people who saw the show and took the time to email us.
Below is a smattering of clips from the series. The clips are mostly from the last two shows, but I’ll post earlier ones as I get time.
The moment with the cat and the drill was our absolute high point and has generated a lot of (mostly) positive feedback.
Love in the Time of Hand Sanitizer
Jeff sat in the overstuffed couch, feeling a little uncomfortable. The couch was so overstuffed in fact that he felt like he was being consumed by it — forced back through its gullet toward its insatiable stomach. He expected to find other people living in the couch’s gut – all with anxiety disorders and all waiting for a rescue that wouldn’t come until the couch was reupholstered a few years down the road. Aside from the ravenous couch, the rest of the psychologist’s office seemed familiar: bookshelves, clocks, pictures, and warm, friendly colors. The usual.
As long as he could remember, Jeff had been afraid of germs. And it was a particularly frustrating phobia because he couldn’t see the enemy, but he knew they were there: breeding, growing, flying through the air, loitering on surfaces, invading his body through every orifice; making him sick, making him tense, whispering their dirty little thoughts in his ears…
“Jeff, your toothbrush is in the bathroom 24 hours a day,” a germ would say. “Seems a little unsanitary to me.”
“Jeff, that chicken’s been in the refrigerator for three days. It looks a little green.”
“Jeff, I saw the chef earlier and it looked liked he had a runny nose.”
Nowhere Fast
This script was originally written for a class I was teaching. The class was called something like “Advanced Electronic Media” (it’s been a few years) and the students decided they wanted to produce a sitcom. It was originally titled “The Couch Potatoes” and they were supposed to write their own scripts. They only managed about one-and-a-half, so I ended up writing two of them and this is one. After I moved back to Oregon, I resurrected the script, rewrote it with the help of my friend Jason Czeskleba, renamed it “Nowhere Fast” and entered it in a reality show contest that was sponsored by the American Movie Classics channel. The show never happened and the script has been gathering dust on my hard drive. It’s meant to be a parody of the “college kids come up with a wild scheme – hilarity ensues” television genre and I think it works pretty well. There are definitely some jokes I will resurrect for future projects. Because of formatting issues, I’ve converted this piece to a PDF…
What if…
I recently had the pleasure of watching the documentary Stranded: I Have Come From a Plane That Crashed in the Mountains and it was really extraordinary. It tells the story of an Uruguay rugby team whose plane crashed in the Andes, through the recollections of the survivors. 16 of the 45 passengers on the plane survived for three months in the freezing cold mountains. They had no food and were eventually forced to eat the bodies of their dead friends to survive. It’s heartbreaking, horrific and uplifting all at the same time. I recommend it highly – but stay away from the awful 1994 movie Alive based on the book of the same name that tells the same story unless you think that Ethan Hawke is a fine actor and perfectly cast as a Uruguayan rugby player. One highlight: Vincent Spano gets eaten.
About a week after seeing the documentary, I flopped down on the couch and watched The Remains of the Day starring the great Anthony Hopkins (and the ravishing Emma Thompson – but that’s for a different post.) Of course, it’s difficult to watch any Hopkins movie without thinking of his fine performance as Hannibal Lecter is The Silence of the Lambs. And that got me to thinking about a plot device that might have made the movie Alive at least tolerable…
To (sic) Sexy
After dropping off my daughter at school the other morning, I found myself driving down the street behind a truck with a license plate that read “TO SEXY.” I assume the driver was trying to get the message across that he or she had an amount of sexiness beyond the legal limit. But, unfortunately, “Too Sexy” and “2 Sexy” were taken, so he or she had to settle for “to sexy.” The problem is, of course, that “to sexy” is an infinitive, making “sexy” a verb. I mulled that over for quite a while and found myself trying to conjugate (so to speak) this new verb: I sexy, he sexies, they sexy, she is sexying. Then I tried working through the tenses: sexy, sexied, will sexy, have sexied, will be going to sexy. Then I tried to use it in a sentence, “John tried to sexy for Martha, but she had other plans.” It’s all very complicated and I’m still not sure what it means. The next time I see that truck, I think I’ll flag down the driver and ask what exactly it means to sexy. It’s probably something I should know about…
“Steve never has a second cup at home…”
Personally, I can’t drink coffee. It seems like most of the country is fueled on caffeine, but I can’t tolerate the stuff. Sure, I like the taste of coffee, but it’s the side-effects I can’t handle. First, I get shaky. The I have this general feeling of anxiety. Then the hunger sets in. Hunger that I don’t get just going without food for awhile. This is hunger I feel down to my bones. The only cure for it is to eat. Obviously. But even then it takes quite a while to get back to normal.
I know what you’re thinking. “What about decaf?” you say. Well, you see, there’s still plenty of caffeine in decaf coffee. Not as much as the regular stuff, but enough to trip my shake sensors and send me into the kind of hunger known only to post-apocalyptic vampires who have run out of victims in the charred, radioactive remains of civilization.
Okay, that all seems a bit arch for a beverage discussion. Even without coffee I get by. I drink a lot of water. And (decaf) iced tea. It still give me a little twinge. So, mostly water.
Many years ago I had a girlfriend who was a coffee fiend. She was small – maybe 5′ 2″ and 90 pounds or so. But she drank enough coffee on a daily basis to give Mrs. Olsen a caffeine-fueled, anxiety-related breakdown. I would get the shakes just kissing her. Just smelling her breath. She was cute, though. And smart. And we had a lot in common. After all these years I can’t really remember what broke us apart. Maybe it was a coffee intake gap. I should have tried harder. Maybe if I would have forced myself to drink coffee I would have developed a tolerance toward caffeine and we would still be together. Nah, she would have left me anyway. If I drank as much coffee as she did I’d be a violent, anxiety-ridden, 300 pound, quivering mass of insecurity and I would prefer to be the passive, anxiety-ridden, 200 pound, quivering mass of insecurity that I am.