Sunday, October 29, 2006
Frankensteins Bloody Nightmare will be screening on this Sunday, October 29 at:
Atlanta Horror Fest
4:00 pm - Atlanta, GA
Spooky Movie Film Festival
10:00 am - Fairfax, VA
So what is Frankensteins Bloody Nighmare? It's something that doesn't fit into a soundbyte. I think it's for people who like to keep their Peter Greenaway and Kenneth Anger VHS tapes next to their Retromedia DVD of The Alien Dead. It's for a kind of esoteric crowd that isn't afraid of a film that flirts with insanity, boredom and a purely visual narrative. It's for that one percent that doesn't complain about style over substance because they realize that style CAN BE the substance; it's the same one percent that might notice the weird little Marshall McCluhan references I threw in there along with the billion other references that last all of two or three frames, barely registering on the audience's radar. It's a film that I've seen annoy, confuse and put people to sleep, but rarely have I seen anyone walk out on it; it just plants one to the seat for one reason or another. Maybe if you're a little stoned the cosmic sensibility of it might appeal to you, though I'm not really an advocate of drug use. The film is enough of a drug for me.
I'm not sure if it's a movie for your happy-go-lucky Halloween crowd or maybe even for the myspace crowd, but if anyone wants to catch something totally weird in between the gory stuff and you live near Atlanta or Washington, you might want to check my film out. And I very much like the gory stuff too, but when I make films things just come out...weird, I guess.
Also, check it out when it hits dvd next year from Unearthed Films.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
As far as other movies went, on the second day I got on the subway and somehow found myself in Brooklyn - exactly how or where or why is still a little hazy to me and it got slightly hazier after I visited the bar down the street, but just down from that bar there was a theater playing The Departed so I caught that showing. The next day Tideland opened at the IFC Center so I was required by state and federal law to attend the 11 a.m. show. I have no idea what all this weirdo negative hype surrounding the film is all about because I felt it was very much your standard Gilliameseque warped fairy tale and it contained all those creepy and antisocial elements which he always flirts with but I guess in this day and age we're so fucked up that we can't allow ourselves to gasp or cry or laugh at anything like Tideland. I was in New York for my inscrutible film so I thought I might see another inscrutible film.
Saturday I basically hung around the theater and caught (half of) the late-night showing of LoveCracked, an interesting anthology of satirical Lovecraft adaptations all sewn together by some nice fellow named Elias. In any case I was really messed-up (yet surprisingly coherent) by the time I wandered back into the theater to see the Re-Penetrator segment but LoveCracked looked like a solid work indeed, a lot more crowd-pleasing than FBN in many respects.
I don't remember Sunday - okay, that's a lie, I remembered that I went to the FBN screening and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Then on Monday I found myself doing the dead tour, visiting both ground zero (again, just found myself there) along with the Dakota. There's something about the twin towers site which is both very reverential and very disrespectful at the same time; the whole peanuts-and-balloon circus surrounding the whole thing just pissed me off so I ignored it. It's like my friend in Hawaii right now who just visited Pearl Harbor and kept going on about the Martin Sheen voice-over and the multi-channel surround audio representations of Pearl Harbor with "enhanced" audio effects. It's odd that people like my friend dislike the kind of surrealist world view that I try to cultivate in something like FBN because they're living a far more surreal existance than any I can offer them.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
"Visually it's a perfect 10 . . . something beautiful . . . a handmade object that looks ravishing . . . the overall effect is like watching some kind of lost exploitation film from the 1970s cobbled together by a deranged grindhouse projectionist out of damaged film."
- Grady Hendrix, NY SUN
"A 1970’s-style horror oddity that could pass for a perverse experiment masterminded by a mad scientist."
- Laura Kern, NY TIMES
- V.A. Musetto, NY POST
“John R. Hand might just be America’s answer to Shinya Tsukamoto. Layered with a surreal theatricality, raw experimentation, a fixation on the intersection of humanity and technology, disturbing sexual overtones, a firm genre sensibility and a driving soundtrack.”
Within the last week it also seems as if my IMDB page has settled down and is now nearly complete, with a few omissions in cast (including myself) which should show up within the next few days.
I still have little more review-gathering work to do in addition to slightly updating and re-designing the website to be little more user-friendly.