Cinema on the Verge

I’ve taken the screenplay samples offline because I’m retooling many of them and they may end up being very different than what they were before.  As many of who have created you know, these works are never really done.  However, I promise the samples will make their triumphant return very, very soon!

Actually I’m back to updating this blog a bit more often with news on some independent films that strike me or whatever else for that matter. I’ve recently begun the process of enrolling in a few screenwriting competitions and hope to get some feedback on my work and what can be done to make it better. The 2 big ones I’m shooting for now are Sundance and Slamdance. I’m looking into exploring others but these will be my focus for now. I feel my work is good enough to be considered for production and while I’m not expecting to “win” I do hope to get some constructive feedback if I advance far enough.

And that’s what the focus of this blog will be in the coming months. I’ll try and get some reviews up but ultimately I’d like to chronicle my adventure of getting my work out and considered. Let the games begin!

Quick note just to apologize for the lack of updates. There’s good reason as I’m in the midst of fleshing out my latest screenplay. It’s coming along quite well and the end is in sight. Keep checking back and thanks for stopping by.

Hard for me to believe that the the slick, ultra-violent , heist gone wrong epic from the man himself, Quentin Tarantino, will be turning 15 soon.

This film means a lot to me since it was the first time I got a good taste of independent films. I was in high school and was on a steady diet of big studio action flicks. However, the typical formula was growing stale on my young mind. One day my friends and I rented the single copy of this film at the video store. No one bothered to watch it, the clerk looked at us funny and we had no idea what we were in for. At the time it was different, funny, edgy, raw, disturbing yet……brilliant. I ran back to the video store and demanded to have the movie poster when the time came for them to take it down.

I got it and kept it with me into college. People would sneer, asking what the hell was Reservoir Dogs? I explained and people would shrug it off as if to say they hadn’t the time for B movies. Now everyone and their uncle has taken a page from the Tarantino school of violence.

He had an impact, this is where it started.