"The major obstacle for amateur filmmakers is their own sense of inferiority vis-a-vis professional productions. The very classification “amateur” has an apologetic ring. But that very word–from the Latin “amateur”–“lover” means one who does something for the love of the thing rather than for economic reasons or necessity. And this is the meaning from which the amateur filmmaker should take his clue. Instead of envying the script and dialogue writers, the trained actors, the elaborate staffs and sets, the enormous…
One of my many Cincinnati swan songs, and I dipped into the cast of faces that headlined my projects made while living there.
This one's script was written around that extended YouTube archival scene with Michaela and the mango; a video that Ashton shared with me with nostalgia and sincere laughs. ("Rule number ten, don't fuck men" is iconic if you ask me.)
Looking back at when we filmed this, I realize that I really enabled a lot…
The scene at Jungle Jim's was one of the first times I started to think of geography on this sort of ethereal scope. This was a pretty small story, though, with a bunch of bare white walls and NPR playing faintly in the background. That kinda everywhere feel for a while, and then the movie's almost over before its coded Cincinnati.
Kole and Tiffany were awesome, with only Kole having acting experience beforehand. I just think Tiffany is…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Can we stop excluding Midnight Cowboy from recognition as a queer love story?
The basic outline of Midnight Cowboy is this: a young Texan man (played by Jon Voight) decides he wants to move to New York City and become a hustler. His main aspiration in life? To find a rich woman and live off of her and simply aim to please her. He moves, he’s stuck in the city, and he doesn’t find the success that he saw in…