Category: Film

  • Hitchcock by the Bay

    Hitchcock by the Bay

    The Birds, Bodega and Wine  When we think of filmmakers and wine, it’s likely in this order of appearance that they come to mind: Francis Ford Coppola, Orson Welles, and Alexander Payne. Why? Coppola has long had a flourishing wine brand under his own name, Welles promised to sell no Paul Masson wine “before its…

  • Seasoned

    Seasoned

    More than thyme is on your side Who could forget 1992’s Death Becomes Her? Here’s a refresher: Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn play fading Hollywood rivals whose supernatural beauty treatments (and murderous subplottings) eventually find them a pair of catty zombies who require the efforts of “Ernest” (an alcoholic, put-upon former plastic surgeon played by…

  • Who’s Afraid of Steppenwolf?

    Who’s Afraid of Steppenwolf?

    Treatise on a Hesse Mess As Steamboat Willie sailed into the public domain, media pundits fanned its fire with hot-takes about what it means for the Mouse House. The professional fretting was so distracting that another work silently slipped into the public domain sans ceremony. Herman Hesse’s Steppenwolf. Technically, Hesse’s quasi-autobiographical love letter to Jungian…

  • Movies, Marketing & Mayhem

    Movies, Marketing & Mayhem

    Making movies is hard. Making movies that make money is even harder. Perhaps hardest of all is facing the stark realities of the American Film Market. I attended AFM a few weeks ago as part of the frontline marketing efforts for our second feature film, Werewolf Serenade. (And, yes, that’s the title—you voted, and that’s the winner—an instant cult…

  • Name That Movie: Werewolf Edition

    Name That Movie: Werewolf Edition

    As some readers may know, the FMRL filmmaking cohort is in the near-final throes of completing a werewolf-themed romantic comedy. Beyond the fine-cutting of the edit, sound design, scoring, mixing, and color correction (not to mention the various creative conundrums and cinematic MacGyvering), there is the issue of the film’s title. We’ve had many. Too many. Enough that…

  • Atomic Angst

    Atomic Angst

    ‘Oppenheimering’ old wounds Nearly two decades ago, I somehow convinced my filmmaking pal, Abe Levy, to accompany me on a drive across the American southwest through the endless ribbon of mirages known as Interstate 40 until we reached the White Sands Missile Base in Socorro, New Mexico. This was not our final destination but an…