Live from the Red Carpet...!
A year ago at this time, I was still busy preparing the various fake prop logos for filming (today, in fact, happens to be Senor Donut's birthday). On top of that, Kerry and I had finished the 10th draft of the script, and were now busy writing the ultimately-unused character monologues for the audition process.
Yes, a single year ago, we had yet to meet any of the actors responsible for bringing Blood Bound to life, and yet here we were, 12 months older, hopefully a bit wiser, and probably still worn out from the process, gathering together in celebration of our efforts.
It was the night of the long-promised Gala Blood Bound Premiere Party, and it was going to be rowdy.
Electricity is in the air at Grauman's Rocky Rococo...
Alex had been hyping this event since shortly after being cast, and was determined to make it an appropriately Hollywood-esque occasion. He shamelessly promoted the event, online and around town. He booked a screening room and made sure there was plenty of food and beer. He even went so far as to bring his own red carpet for our diva cast and crew to walk down.
Mason hasn't seen this much red since he was balancing the Blood Bound ledgers.
Luckily for Alex and the carpet, our diva cast and crew did not disappoint. Jared and Kerry decided that if this was a Hollywood-style premiere, then they would provide Hollywood-style glitz and glamour, and so arranged not only bitchin' tuxedo rental, but also an enormous white limosine equipped with moon roof and free bottles of $7 champagne.
Kerry got drunk on the ride over.
That eighty dollars was burning a hole in their pockets! What high rollers!
Inside, as befits any Hollywood-esque premiere, schmoozing was the order of the day. But since many people hadn't seen each other in months, great fun was had observing people attempting to remember each others' names.
I had to tell Jim Henderson my name three times before he remembered who I was.
Jim Henderson catches up with Director Myron Buckler.
Others caught up with remarkable ease...
Alex and Ashley reunited. In the bathroom. Twice.
And still others had never met before, but quickly bonded over Blood Bound war stories.
Johnny, our crack East Coast sound man, for instance, joined Mason on the drive back home after both men's three-day editing bender. It didn't take long before his sleep-deprived enthusiasm endeared him to the rest of us, and we let him sit at the cool kids' table in the front.
Johnny wows Chris with a word-for-word reenactment of 30 minutes of the movie.
Mason had been conservatively expecting about 10 people total, so he was completely overwhelmed to find a sea of bodies quickly spilling into the open seats.
We didn't know who half the people were, which was good--it meant a real audience, one who had no idea what to expect from the film, and one which would provide honest reactions to us.
A sea of people I've never seen before in my life.
The reality of the situation took a while to sink in, but eventually, we began to realize the extent of what we had all accomplished. Through an insane combination of luck, will, and madness, we had made a motion picture, and people were about to see it.
Mason took the microphone about a half hour before the screening began, and managed to run through his planned half-hour speech in about 6 minutes. He then scrambled to fill time, looking to Johnny in the front row to remind him of talking points he'd wanted to hit. At one point, he even fielded questions from the audience, Kevin Smith style.
A drunken Mason seranades Paul with a bluesy rendition of "The Way We Were."
Mason remembered to let Jared finally give the speech he'd written for the Wrap Party. He thanked a litany of influential movie directors, none of whom bothered to show up, and made the audience laugh, which is the kind of thing Jared does.
Jared gets a yellowcard for delaying the start of play.
Also before the screening, Mason awarded Alex with the one and only "Blood Bound Award." I'm not entirely sure what the "Blood Bound Award" was, or what it entailed, or the criteria for eligibility, but as with all things regarding Mason, I'm fairly certain sleeping with the director was a prerequisite.
Mason and Alex fondly recall their stolen night of bliss.
After a number of technical difficulties with the DVD setup, and despite the loud and rowdy laughter of the cool kids down in front, the actual screening went surprisingly well.
Producer Walt Von Schmidt demands his money, or Mason's kneecaps.
Jared and I were significantly justified in the number of comedy lines that went over with the crowd. We would high five each time one of our lines got a good reaction. They seemed to react equally well to the talky and feely parts. We would air high five Kerry each of those times. The verbose pussy.
This unflattering picture of Caroline has nothing to do with the blog. It's what she gets for not talking to me at the party. Beware my wrath, Short Bus, for it is mighty indeed!
Yes, the audience was lively and vocal all night long, though they were surprisingly silent during the lesbian blood orgy.
Painfully, awkwardly silent. And horny.
Yes, a single year ago, we had yet to meet any of the actors responsible for bringing Blood Bound to life, and yet here we were, 12 months older, hopefully a bit wiser, and probably still worn out from the process, gathering together in celebration of our efforts.
It was the night of the long-promised Gala Blood Bound Premiere Party, and it was going to be rowdy.
Electricity is in the air at Grauman's Rocky Rococo...
Alex had been hyping this event since shortly after being cast, and was determined to make it an appropriately Hollywood-esque occasion. He shamelessly promoted the event, online and around town. He booked a screening room and made sure there was plenty of food and beer. He even went so far as to bring his own red carpet for our diva cast and crew to walk down.
Mason hasn't seen this much red since he was balancing the Blood Bound ledgers.
Luckily for Alex and the carpet, our diva cast and crew did not disappoint. Jared and Kerry decided that if this was a Hollywood-style premiere, then they would provide Hollywood-style glitz and glamour, and so arranged not only bitchin' tuxedo rental, but also an enormous white limosine equipped with moon roof and free bottles of $7 champagne.
Kerry got drunk on the ride over.
That eighty dollars was burning a hole in their pockets! What high rollers!
Inside, as befits any Hollywood-esque premiere, schmoozing was the order of the day. But since many people hadn't seen each other in months, great fun was had observing people attempting to remember each others' names.
I had to tell Jim Henderson my name three times before he remembered who I was.
Jim Henderson catches up with Director Myron Buckler.
Others caught up with remarkable ease...
Alex and Ashley reunited. In the bathroom. Twice.
And still others had never met before, but quickly bonded over Blood Bound war stories.
Johnny, our crack East Coast sound man, for instance, joined Mason on the drive back home after both men's three-day editing bender. It didn't take long before his sleep-deprived enthusiasm endeared him to the rest of us, and we let him sit at the cool kids' table in the front.
Johnny wows Chris with a word-for-word reenactment of 30 minutes of the movie.
Mason had been conservatively expecting about 10 people total, so he was completely overwhelmed to find a sea of bodies quickly spilling into the open seats.
We didn't know who half the people were, which was good--it meant a real audience, one who had no idea what to expect from the film, and one which would provide honest reactions to us.
A sea of people I've never seen before in my life.
The reality of the situation took a while to sink in, but eventually, we began to realize the extent of what we had all accomplished. Through an insane combination of luck, will, and madness, we had made a motion picture, and people were about to see it.
Mason took the microphone about a half hour before the screening began, and managed to run through his planned half-hour speech in about 6 minutes. He then scrambled to fill time, looking to Johnny in the front row to remind him of talking points he'd wanted to hit. At one point, he even fielded questions from the audience, Kevin Smith style.
A drunken Mason seranades Paul with a bluesy rendition of "The Way We Were."
Mason remembered to let Jared finally give the speech he'd written for the Wrap Party. He thanked a litany of influential movie directors, none of whom bothered to show up, and made the audience laugh, which is the kind of thing Jared does.
Jared gets a yellowcard for delaying the start of play.
Also before the screening, Mason awarded Alex with the one and only "Blood Bound Award." I'm not entirely sure what the "Blood Bound Award" was, or what it entailed, or the criteria for eligibility, but as with all things regarding Mason, I'm fairly certain sleeping with the director was a prerequisite.
Mason and Alex fondly recall their stolen night of bliss.
After a number of technical difficulties with the DVD setup, and despite the loud and rowdy laughter of the cool kids down in front, the actual screening went surprisingly well.
Producer Walt Von Schmidt demands his money, or Mason's kneecaps.
Jared and I were significantly justified in the number of comedy lines that went over with the crowd. We would high five each time one of our lines got a good reaction. They seemed to react equally well to the talky and feely parts. We would air high five Kerry each of those times. The verbose pussy.
This unflattering picture of Caroline has nothing to do with the blog. It's what she gets for not talking to me at the party. Beware my wrath, Short Bus, for it is mighty indeed!
Yes, the audience was lively and vocal all night long, though they were surprisingly silent during the lesbian blood orgy.
Painfully, awkwardly silent. And horny.
5 Comments:
what a fantastic blog entry.
i had an amazing time at the screening. taking a short break from working on the audio, but expect a blog entry sometime soon.
Well, just keep in mind how many people are going to be hearing it.
Be afraid...!
Hopefully they'll hear it on a better sound system, and without the running commentary from the crazy yahoos in the front row ;)
Hot damn, it sounds like it was wonderful.
Joel, you communicated it all splendidly!
It was great. And awkward. But mainly great.
Fun times had by all.
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