By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully September 11, 2007 at 5:30AM
My life is too frazzled right now for me to give the following events the attention that they deserve, but as a consolation I will point you in the direction of pictorial wrap-ups that will hopefully capture some of the magic.
First up is the shoot of NATURAL CAUSES, written and directed by Michael Lerman, Alex Cannon, and Paul Cannon. The crew consisted of those three young gents, tirelessly brilliant cinematographer Asif Siddiky, yours truly (in a general P.A. capacity), and for a few days Philly's own Bob O'Brien. I knew we were in for something special when I looked at the schedule and these maniacs had scheduled sixteen hour days before production had even begun. Which of course meant that we'd be shooting for many more hours than that. Which we did (most days hit the 20-hour mark). But something was strange with this crew. As tired as we got, and even when the world tried to destroy the production (which it always does), nobody snapped or fought. Three directors making their debut feature sounds like an absolute nightmare in theory, but with Mike and Alex and Paul it seemed like the absolute right thing to do. I'm impressed as shit with what these dudes pulled off, and while I have no idea how it will cut together, I'm confident that it will be quite striking. The closest comparison I can make is ALL THE REAL GIRLS, in content and style and everything. I mean that in the best way possible. I didn't bring my camera until midway through the shoot, but I think these pics capture some of the fun times we had:
As for the next topic of discussion, I could spend the rest of my life trying to break down what happened at the Sunshine on Friday night, but I don't think that's enough time to fully appreciate it. To think of me being drunk in Salisbury, Maryland, back in 1996, watching TROLL 2 on repeat with Dave Lahn and Doug Parsons and Dave Cook and many others, my mind being consistently blown, feeling like we were the only people in the world who appreciated this film for being so horrifically brilliant that it had no cinematic comparison... and then walking into the Sunshine at 11:30 on Friday night, hearing people quoting the film, people wearing Nilbog t-shirts, people videotaping the event, not to mention my reaction as I walked down the stairs only to discover George Hardy standing three feet away from me being interviewed... all I could do was jump up and down and hug Wingo like a giddy cheerleader. And then to sit back and watch a 35mm print, as people recited dialogue and Wingo and Zobel howled beside and behind me, while to my right Todd Rohal's virgin eyes widened at each new more incomprehensibly awful situation... I just can't describe it. I will say that I never need to see TROLL 2 again in that environment, but now that I have, my life feels just about complete.