Archive for August, 2010
August 24, 2010
Yesterday, I had the good fortune to hang with Broken Saints audio guru Adam Fulton for the first time in what seems like a warped age. The afternoon included heaps of reminiscing along a winding coastal nature walk (I’m romantic that way), some quality java, copious cheeseish and cheesesque substances, and a slice of cinematic dessert. Adam and I struck up a fast friendship during our Instructor days; we were a pair of creative rebels – considered specialists in our chosen fields – and made it our parallel missions to inject undiluted doses of Passion into the minds and hearts of seemingly apathetic hordes of students…many of whom were only too happy to burn their parents’ mutual funds at Gaming University.
But no experience served our friendship more – and challenged it on every conceivable level, to the point of utter disintegration – than fighting side-by-side in the digital trenches of the Broken Saints 4-disc DVD 5.1 surround mix. So, after a great reconnection and earnest pledges or more to follow from both sides, I couldn’t help but dig in the saintly archives in search of some artifact from that vital era. Something and found this old production diary
The account below – which was later published in Canada’s Reel West Digest – only skims the surface of what Adam and I (and the rest of the 30-strong DVD team) experienced on that 9 month adventure/greasy-slide-into-Hell. But it might just give you an idea of what’s required when true Collaboration comes a knockin’, and the lasting rewards for those brave (and perhaps stupid) enough to answer the goddamn door…
August 18, 2010
COVER: DR MAGUS IN MED CLOSE-UP
Stepping towards us out of the darkness is the story’s ‘antagonist’ – DR MAGUS (50’ish) – with a slender, hawkish face, receding hairline, and graying temples. We see him from waist/lower-chest up, lit by a harsh and creepy spotlight from below. He is wearing a tattered black suitcoat (or dark tweed) with rips and cuts in it, as if from a struggle. The white dress shirt underneath is torn open, and stained with sweat and splotches of BLOOD.
Wrapped and hanging around his neck – where a tie would normally be – is a HEAVY CHAIN. There is a fat PADLOCK where the tie’s ‘knot’ would sit. His hands are raised and adjusting the ‘knot’; it’s as if he’s looking in a mirror and fixing his tie, preparing to go to work. His hands are covered in fresh CUTS, like the work of animal’s claws or a woman’s fingernails.
Magus is wearing thin-rimmed GLASSES, whose reflection almost hides his piercing black eyes. The lenses have small jagged CRACKS in them, and we can see the reflection of FIRE in the glass. He is arching an eyebrow slightly with a COLD SMILE – it is a look of power and certainty and psychological danger; this is a man who has nothing left to lose…
…and he likes it that way.
August 13, 2010
Turn out the lights…
Slide on some headphones…
Click the 720p HD version…