By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully November 9, 2004 at 4:08AM
It's weird what people do for money. Take myself for example. I was just on AMC (www.amctv.com) talking about "The Blues Brothers" hoping that a floppy-haired chick named Tasmeen would "pick me" over nine other eligible fellas. Of course, Tasmeen didn't pick me. But I still got paid 250 bucks about a month ago to sit around for eight hours and talk random smack with interesting, cool people. Of course, I also had to risk absolute humiliation by exposing myself to a camera. But I thank the producers and director of "Date Night" for not making me look like a total moron (I think). That said, I think my 'on camera' days are over. I'm a writer. Writers should stay behind cameras, behind paper, behind closed doors. Or something like that.
This weekend, I went to the "world premiere" of the latest movie from Frederick, Maryland-based filmmaker Pepi Singh Khara (I think that's how you spell it--I'm going from memory). Pepi said in an interview that he hopes to bring Hollywood to Frederick, not the other way around. Good luck with that, Pepi. I don't know if "The Inn" is the film that's going to do it. But I commend the man. He at least made a goddamn movie, which is more than I can say for my own sorry self. So I will bite my lips and curb the snarky comments. Suffice to say, "The Inn" will never be showing at a theatre near you, but if it is, go see it and support Frederick cinema!
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