Lick My Bozack, Technology

By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully January 11, 2006 at 6:16AM

Lick My Bozack, Technology

I guess I should first say that it could be incomprehensibly worse and that I'm really not in that awful a situation. For as of 11am tomorrow morning, I will be heading to FedEx to ship out the master PAL digi-beta to Rotterdam. Which is really the only thing that matters at this point.

However... somehow, in the minor transition down to Wilmington and back to my bedroom, shit has done got fucked up. It's nobody's fault, it's just the cycle of the process. I was giddy last week at the realization that our production never had that awkward moment with technical issues. It was smooth sailing the whole way. But now the drunken water park worker has turned the wave pool up to eleven and I can't seem to find my way out of that motherfucker. I'm drowning, yo.

I think the main problem has to do with the fact that the amazingly great guys at Legion Production Services (seriously, these guys are smart and cool and I can't wait to work with them again) worked on the film in Final Cut Pro 5, while I had cut the film in Final Cut HD. Though I installed FCP5 on my computer, I'm still having trouble accessing things that I know are there. I plan on figuring this out tomorrow, but it's still a problem, as I was hoping to have built DVD screeners of the finished product to mail out by tomorrow.

That said, another helpful friend installed a newer version of DVD Studio Pro on my computer, and when I now try to burn that pre-color corrected disc it simply won't let me. So I'm trying to toast copies now, which is taking a lot of time, but should suffice for the time being. Why the fuck isn't Studio Pro allowing me to build and burn files that I was burning just one week ago? Could a newer version possibly fuck me up that badly?

I REALLY don't like feeling the way I feel right now. If I were slightly smarter about computers, perhaps I wouldn't be so frustrated. But as it is, I just feel like the whole thing is fluttering away from me--and laughing through the flutters. Granted, I still have a solid NTSC digi-beta on my person, which will be fine for the HDCam output upon returning from Rotterdam (though I already think I might want to make three tiny technical fixes), but I need to be finalizing our trailer for publicity purposes, and at this point I can't seem to do that. This really sucks.

Blah-blah-blah. Everything's fine. It will work itself out. In a sick way, I should probably be glad that I'm having these stressed out, awful feelings since I haven't really had them yet during post. It's like it wouldn't be a real film if that didn't happen. And as I said, the bigger issue is already handled (master copy), so this stuff is just more of a nuisance than anything else.

In matters of real importance, I just got finished watching part two of PBS's Frontline documentary, "Country Boys." Great fucking shit. If anyone's been watching, I think Peter Saarsgaard needs to play Chris in the feature (with added poundage, of course). Also, Mike Judge needs to hire Cody as a replacement voice for KING OF THE HILL if he gets laryngitis or something. But the best part of the show is that it totally makes me think back to my own terrified mindset in middle and high school. I used to get sooooooo overwhelmed by assignments, like they were sooooo impossibly difficult. If I was able to see the world then as I see it now, I would have been so much further ahead of the game. Chris and that newspaper... heartbreaking stuff.

Malick better be opening here on Friday. It's down to two hours and fifteen minutes. I'll take whatever I can get at this point.

There was more I felt like saying, but I don't remember what that was right now. Oh, yeah, let us discuss HOSTEL:

HOSTEL ** Well, at least now I can officially give up on Eli Roth as someone who might bring something new and genuinely haunting to the horror genre. This thing was just one tiny notch above SAW 2. I mean, Harry Knowles might be onto something with his "Gore Noir" take on the movie (did I just admit to reading Harry Knowles' review of HOSTEL?), but what bothers me so much is the fact that everyone--including Roth--seems to be talking about this movie like it's scary. For the record, this type of filmmaking isn't SCARY. Grotesque, intense, whatever, sure, but the word t-e-r-r-o-r has nothing to do with it. There's too much comedy and too little genuine emotion to uncover real horror. It's like a cartoon. Which is fine--if you're into that sort of thing. I guess I have to make a truly terrifying horror film to show you motherfuckers how it's done. Which is honestly a bigger goal of mine than changing the world with PING-PONG SUMMER or being hired to direct a made-for-Lifetime movie. Seriously.

Also, that whole Gene Shalit thing deserves a mention. While I'm not agreeing with that clown in any way, my problems with the film are in keeping with his criticisms--albeit less crudely. I don't even think he was being homophobic by calling Jack a 'sexual predator.' Am I clueless here? Jack was portrayed as a slut. And if Jack had been Jackie and was played by Maggie Gyllenhaal, I'd have called Jackie a slut. So my beef with Jack's behavior isn't because he's gay, it's because he's a weak motherfucker who couldn't control his libido. That said, I'm seriously dying to see it again since I now know what I'm getting into. I'm not going to concentrate on the 'impossible love' story, which I did the first go 'round. I'm going to focus on Ennis and only Ennis. The film is his story, and I was trying to make it into something else. Because as something else, it just doesn't hold up for me. But as a story about a tortured man, I don't know if cinema has seen such breathtaking tragedy.

Maryland/Duke tonight. Dear God, help me. When it rains it really rains. Though last year the Terps came off embarrassing losses to upset Duke both times they played, I think this year is gonna be different. Duke is out for revenge, and Maryland is out on lunch break. Seriously, they look like they're drugged or asleep or something. It's downright shameful. I don't mind them losing games, but not when they clearly are playing below their lowest level.

Okay, I'll shut up now...

(Oh yeah, a belated congratulations to all of you in Austin. Vince Young's performance was truly legendary. For all you sports haters, you missed out on the best television drama of the year so far. Suckas!)

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