Residing in the sunny south, specifically Georgia, means one thing for certain. Folks go ape over snow accumulations of any insignificance and one-half inch or more is stunning.
Well, we go ape after going bats, first raiding the store shelves of milk and toilet paper, as if Armageddon were trick-or-treating on our doorsteps.
So, from home and into the woods, with rare delight and a couple of rolls of Charmin (Ooo, quilted!), let's slide with the camera down the sleet, through the courtesy of Mike's two feet.
Mike Durrett, celebrated filmmaker ("We're not like him! We're not like him!..."), goes for an impromptu walk in the fall rain. When nature calls, one must video cam.
My earliest memories include watching John Ford's "The Wings of Eagles" (1957) with John Wayne at a drive-in theatre in Washington, DC.
Yeah, that's right. Duke was in the car with me, pilgrim, drinking this toddler under the Buick.
I've been fascinated and drawn to the outdoor cinematic havens ever since, as a viewer, champion, and employee. During my projectionist career, I managed to show films in eight Atlanta area ozoners. That's a lot of late nights and bugs flying into the light.
Here's a visit to one of my favorite places. (I've saved the corn dogs for the sequel.)
This video fell out of the sky and I'm glad it did.
Perhaps the social highlight of the year in a small town is the Independence Day fireworks display, if not the display of Pall Malls over at the Walmart.
Last night, we had 11 minutes of colorful explosions in our faces and I managed to catch them with the camera, rather than 11 minutes of my nose. I have a lousy sense of direction.
Instead of me writing about it, here's the 9½ minute finale. All that would fit.
See plenty o' fireworks a-poppin' on the Fourth of July, as we celebrate America, watching the up with a cool breeze, no gnats, and lotsa yummy oatmeal cookies.
Eight days after swearing off cows' milk forever, I faced milk substitutes. In the grand tradition of "The Final Glass of Milk," I stomached my fear of the unknown and, for the first time ever, I drank the mysterious squeezin's of soy. A camera was on tripod -- can you believe the luck? -- to capture the historic event and epic epiglottal ecstasy. I'm milking it.
This long-awaited sequel (two entire weeks!) ends the tasteful dairy juice / strange man-made replacement beverages movie franchise, unless someone learns to knit milk.
For nutrition, I'm giving up milk forever. I'm in the period of adjustment, yet the frothy farewell has arrived and gulped. My camera was there for "The Final Glass of Milk."
Roger Ebert says, "A funny movie, flat out, all the way through. Its setup is funny. Every situation is funny. Most of the dialogue is funny almost line by line. At some point we actually find ourselves caring a little about what happened...," mentioning some other picture.
Shhh... It's a big secret. That's why I'm posting this on the Internet to tell you.
I'm making my first video especially for nothing. I mean, for computer viewing, coming soon, maybe sooner.
I've found my return to the front of the camera to be a touch bittersweet, following the gala Twinkies Film Festival I was a part of awhile back in, yes, that HOLLYWOOD!
You all know Twinkies. Thanks for remembering.
So, although dealing with the hot lights, lazy crew, and temperamental, prima donna cast is the sacrifice I must make for my art -- and, of course, you, and, yes, that HOLLYWOOD! -- I've truly missed the buffets.
I, however, have managed to obtain a copy of the production's coming attractions prevue, yet to hit theatres and Fake IMAXes nationwide. I share it with you here -- and, no, it is not my first video for the Web, regardless of the fact the first video isn't finished.
I need dabbing.
"The Final Glass of Milk: Original Theatrical Trailer" via YouTube