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Post by maarts on Jan 23, 2007 14:35:03 GMT -5
They're serious about safety then. Did they outfit the penguins with nunchucks too?
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Post by phil on Jan 23, 2007 16:51:44 GMT -5
ak-47 !!
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Post by Thorngrub on Jan 24, 2007 10:00:33 GMT -5
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 24, 2007 18:41:32 GMT -5
It's official. I've now met Parker Posie, Jake AND Maggie G., and then a slew of lesser known cast from the movies "How She Move," "Son of Rambow," and "Broken English." More on the circumstances later, as I'm going to be sent off with some faxes any moment. The exciting news is that we're going to get to help these lovlies get rid of much excess alcohol tomorrow. Woo hoo.  |
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 24, 2007 18:42:22 GMT -5
p.s. There are WAY too many good looking people lurking around this town. Good looking and INCREDIBLY WELL DRESSED. I feel like such a rube. bleh.
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 24, 2007 22:10:14 GMT -5
 here's a shot i stole from the house the pepes from this film company are renting |
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 25, 2007 0:36:30 GMT -5
They're serious about safety then. Did they outfit the penguins with nunchucks too? alas, there were no penguins in that atrocity of a house. there was the bear, a tiger, a weasil, two buffalo, a handful of deer head trophies, a moose head, some "jackalopes" and antlers making up the bulk of 20 or 30 chairs, tables, mirror frames, et cetera. there was even a chair made out of 26 ox horns buffed to an abominably kitsch sheen. gag. what horrid decor, expensive nonetheless. fuck, i shat in some sort of marble-esque toilet in a gaudy bathroom strewn with southwestern mosaics. as for the pepes with celluloid dreamz, they're coming out pretty well for a small company. they sold two films to paramount for 11 million dollars, but kept the rights obviously. as much as they throw around money like water (it seems), they deserve it. the owner of the company, Hangameh, is genuinely sweet and down to earth...very cool...very diplomatic and yet very personal and caring. they're a rags to riches crew from Toronto, CA. p.s. candadians: their film "Manufactured Landscapes" recently won best documentary at your toronto film festival. |
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Post by Thorngrub on Jan 25, 2007 13:54:11 GMT -5
atrocity penguins
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Post by RocDoc on Jan 25, 2007 16:08:43 GMT -5
Pepes = Pepè Le Pew + Pepè Le Moko + Jose (Pepè) Ferrer Figueres
Many Pepes in this world...
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 27, 2007 15:13:19 GMT -5
pardon. peeps. dunno why i always spell it pepes.
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 27, 2007 15:18:17 GMT -5
wow. i'm such a dumnass. the other two drivers totally milked Cell-u-loid dreamz on their invoices, charging them 1300-2100 dollars for their time, mileage, phone charges, et cetera. i only charged 700 for my 5 days. i'm such a ridiculously naive honest idoiot. oh well. i'll know for next year because they want me to drive for them again. sundance. what insanity. seriously. so much money.
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 27, 2007 15:32:10 GMT -5
oh well. cest la vie. i got to meet three famous peeps, and some far-cooler-on-their-way-to-fame peeps. here are the circumstances i promised:
jake gyllenhaal: he was in the house my bosses rented for about an hour. we nodded to each other. that's it. i never tried to talk to anyone famous. i'm too much of a peon.
maggie gyllenhaal: i passed her (and her posse) in the basement of the marriott where the sundance film festival was headquartered. i was delivering tickets to some british film company. i smiled at her and she smiled and passed me a cute little finger wave. i imagined her in 'secretary.'
parker posie: i drove her from a press office to another press office, all in all less than a mile on historic main street. she sat in the back seat of my car. she liked my locks. she said "oh these are cute" and lauged. (they're skulls, not a motif i usually lather my life with...) i did not speak to her, and she did not speak to me. i only saw her from my rear view mirror chatting with her people.
otherwise, i got to meet the casts/directors of some lesser known indie films. the director of "Son of Rambow" and his wife were adorable. I drove them back to the airport. It was "Garth's" first time dealing with so much press, but he was hilarious and utterly good-natured. He said that he had to do 60 back-to-back interviews lasting 4 minutes each that were pushed through with perfect timing, and he had made a game of it. the same questions were asked over and over, and each time he had to pretend they were being asked for the first time, acting surprised. he and is gorgeously svelte yet adorable and friendly pregnant wife went skiing quite a bit, too, and they went on and on about how exotic and beautiful utah is. this always strikes me as funny.
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 27, 2007 15:34:01 GMT -5
in any case, i did not meet as many stars as my friend emma made out like i would. she's good at schmoozing and feigning like she's been involved in the film industry for 20 years...good at feigning like she knows about lots of things she doesn't. i wish i could be like that. instead, i'm too honest--almost to the point of self-depreciation because i feel so intimidated by everyone.
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Post by sisyphus on Jan 27, 2007 15:35:46 GMT -5
there were a crew of partying london boys from the cast and crew of 'son of rambow' staying at the house. they were hilarious and very friendly. they tried to get me to score them some weed the last night, but it was too late. in any case, i DID play them 'the london boys' by david bowie on my ipod whilst driving them about town.
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Post by Thorngrub on Feb 6, 2007 10:57:07 GMT -5
pardon. peeps. dunno why i always spell it pepes. I always found it endearing you spelled it 'pepes' . . . |
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