Sunday, August 30, 2009

Color

If your life was to be defined by a color, what would that color be?

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Sleeping Sounds

Humans sleeping make the weirdest sounds
Hauntingly heard down long hallways
Echoes of dreams a manifestation of reality
Speak yearnings in rhythms through the night

Friday, August 28, 2009

Conversation Seems To Have A Strange Appeal

He tried his hardest
to get to her door
learning his fastest
mentally poor

Cloud overhead
Can't shake it
Rather be in bed
Socially unfit

He's, Just
She's, Lust
It's Past
It's not fast

All he need's is a Sun
All she need's is a Son
Responsible for
By their own law
Rhyming, breaking the seal
Conversation seems to have a strange appeal

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Top 10 'War' Films

This is the first issue of
Dean's Top In Film

This week I bring you my
Top 10 'War' films

1. (1964) Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb
Directed by Stanley Kubrick

Peter Sellers
George C. Scott
Sterling Hayden








2. (1979) Apocalypse Now
Directed by Francis Ford Coppola

Marlon Brando
Martin Sheen
Robert Duvall









3. (1987) Full Metal Jacket
Directed by Stanley Kubrick

Matthew Modine
Adam Baldwin
Vincent D'Onofrio









4. (1978) The Deer Hunter
Directed by Michael Cimino

Robert De Niro
Christopher Walken
John Cazale
John Savage
Merryl Streep







5. (1957) The Bridge On The River Kwai
Directed by David Lean

William Holden
Alec Guiness
Jack Hawkins









6. (1997) La Vita E Bella (Life Is Beautiful)
Directed by Roberto Benigni

Roberto Benigni
Nicoletta Braschi
Giorgio Cantarini









7. (1993) Schindler's List
Directed by Steven Spielberg

Liam Neeson
Ben Kingsley
Ralph Fiennes









8. (1986) Platoon
Directed by Oliver Stone

Tom Berenger
Willem Dafoe
Charlie Sheen









9. (1981) Gallipoli
Directed by Peter Weir

Mel Gibson
Mark Lee










10. (2002) The Pianist
Directed by Roman Polanski

Adrien Brody











The Omitted

(1999) The Thin Red Line - Terence Malik
(1987) Good Morning Vietnam - Barry Levinson
(1970) Patton - Franklin J. Schaffner
(1963) The Great Escape - John Sturges
(1999) Saving Private Ryan - Steven Spielberg
(1958) The Young Lions - Edward Dmytryk

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Voyage To The Sea

Music gives the sounds of my life credence.
Leaving this town, towards the sea
Allows me to break down every fence
All this time I was free

Anagrams of words scatter through my mind
Making sentences from dirty letters on number plates
I include the numbers to be kind
Who knew numbers and letters equate

Read my story in the ageing wrinkles of my forehead
The sagging creases of my kneeling knees
In the thinning hair on my head
Respiratory system that's susceptible to the winds breeze

Turn me to dust with your magic
Transport me in your love kart
Leave all this to the tragic
By the sea, in our castle, restart my heart

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Kingdom

I go back into my Kingdom. I walk down my castles narrow and cold corridor. Lights cracking and blowing out as I pass through and create a constant gush of wind that extinguishes their flames till I get to my door, pitch black, take off my crown, cape and sandals lie onto my resting place, look over to an empty space on my bed of straw and cotton. Its time i try to kill. my enemy, not my friend, i wish to have. I turn back my eyes to the ceiling and hope the night takes me in before liquid drains my eyeballs.

Monday, August 24, 2009

"and the third runner up is..."

How can you be a third Runner up?
How can you be a second Runner up?

You can be a winner and a runner up
You can be 3rd, 4th, 5th and so on and so on

Third runner up, come one your fourth honey and it doesn't make it any better, believing your third of the runner's up. If you in any type of competition, there should be no rewards forbeing mediocre. Remember, it's a competition here is the definition;

competition |ˌkämpəˈti sh ən|
noun
the activity or condition of competing : there is fierce competition between banks | at this conservatory, competition for admissions is stiff.
• an event or contest in which people compete : a beauty competition.

Let me stop you here.

Have a look again at the bolded words. Yes a beauty competition. This is where i first heard of "and the third runner up is..." The award was given to the Australian participant by the way (Rachael Finch pictured), to a rapturous audience, and she to say the least was elated.

read on;

ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from late Latin competitio(n-) ‘rivalry,’ from competere ‘strive for’ (see compete ).

Again

Have a look again at the bolded words. Rivalry and Strive For. To put up placings for reaching a point in a Competition is to be in rivalry with others and to strive for a certain placing. If the means to an end is that you should be happy with being "third runner up" then you will never get anywhere in life...

To be in competition is to win and if you say anything else, you are a liar.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Hills Are Alive

I only just got High Definition TV. We have new channels of entertainment now, which is great, but it also means that we get some really bad TV. I was watching the US reality show "The Hills" I confess, I kind of liked it. Probably not the content or the people or the locations, actually not much. What I did like was the 'Observational' nature of it. Now I can't be sure, because some shots did look set up.

I've got it. I loved to hate this show. I loved to think, they're rich, but I'm smarter. I especially loved one quote from one of the female protagonists, while she was asked by her boyfriend a question;

Male: "do you have an agent? a head shot? a show-reel or anything?"

Female: "no but i have blonde hair"

I quickly jotted that down as an idea for some ditsy dialogue in a screenplay. Hold on! I don't write those types.

Friday, August 21, 2009

The Sun's Hiding

I'm so tired of this weather.
Reminds me of that song by Bob Dylan

"Storm clouds are raging all around my door,
I think to myself I might not take it any more.1

When that sun comes out and even for 10 minutes, I soak it up and feel great afterwards.
So I research and I stumble upon a website and I find this explanation.

"It could. Many people get cranky when it is too hot, or too humid, but perhaps even more people's depression is affected by the weather with a condition often called “SAD” or “Seasonal Affective Disorder”, also known as "Winter Depression, or "Winter Blues". If you suffer from SAD, lack of sunlight during the day, or the change in the amount of sunlight during the winter months can affect your mood and cause you to feel depressed."2

I have no idea how people in the UK and those Northern countires survive. I guess that's what they call it...Survival.

Oh sun's out I got to go.

Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me."3


1. 'The Man In Me' Bob Dylan -1970
2. http://www.depressionhelpfiles.com/articles/a8.htm
3. 'The Man In Me' Bob Dylan -1970

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Slumber

Sleep fears my body
Ice cold milk and Chocolate spread
Radio my company
Thoughts please leave my head

Write to banish thought
Wind, Rain, Storm
Outside sounds are fraught
Oh the feelings that now swarm

Cocoa's effects now considered
Into this equation
Of what is me now hindered
I look for sedation

Calm miraculously materializes
The fear has brought me slumber
In the brain is where it poses
The heart stops it's extended labor

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Lenny: Volume Two

The day started like most other working days. He stepped outside the shaky apartment complex, before gasping for his next bit of air, Lenny looked up to the sky, his eyes burst to life like he would when his grandfather would come over on sunday's and always surprise him the same gift. The sun had shifted from behind the clouds and a warmth of spring in the middle of winter was what he had been longing as if he had been in hibernation.

He forgot to breathe, wheezing till he coughed back up saliva from his throat. This occasional loss of air and it's consequences would usually frighten him and send him in a panic for his own life. The sun had seemed to be his savior. Just like that he was a new man, he felt alive, he forgot to concentrate on breathing, it now came naturally. There was an occasional strut in his walk. The leather shoes seemed as if there was a gust of wind blowing from the heel to ball of his foot, rotating from left to right.

My Private Universe

Why don't you understand
People of my land
Are you all in my mind
Or am I just temporarily blind

Last night i dreamt of stories past
Of loves long last
Of colors and rhyme
Of space and time

Awake now life in reverse
A socialite unable to converse
I write in verse
about my private universe

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Remember Fender On Facebook


Remember Fender now has a Fan Page on Facebook.

You can find Current News, Photographs, News On Ralph Fender, New Trailer's, How the edit is coming along and news of it's eventual Premiere.

So if you have a facebook account or want to get one, and would like to add the Fan Page, Please jump on the link, and help support us and create huge buzz for our new independent film.

Also view the current Trailer for Remember Fender

Monday, August 17, 2009

Brad Scott: New North Melbourne Coach


What can you say about this appointment?
I believe it is the future. I believe that we got a hard man. I believe that...just read what our president says about the appointment. It is exactly what North Melbourne is about...Exactly

Question to JB - what was it about Brad Scott that attracted you?

"We needed someone who had a furnace in their guts and wouldn't sleep until they achieved success for their club and themselves. We need a leader. We need someone who has empathy and who can put their arms around people and treat them properly. We need someone who is smart. Brad has footy smarts, but also has sports science, high performance smarts, and with our new facilities etc etc Brad can help us attain an elite level across the board, and take what is already a really good footy dept and take it to the next level."

So congratulations James Brayshaw, Eugene Arocca and North Melbourne, and the faithful...to the future

Insomnia (2002)

I had totally forgot about this film, when I was going through my film archives, looking for something new or forgotten to watch. You see I had just viewed Batman Begins (2005), directed by a Christopher Nolan and thought it would be a good idea to view his previous work.

More so for the work of Wally Pfister as cinematographer. He has collaborated with Nolan on other works such as Memento (2000) The Prestige (2006) & The Dark Knight (2008). I was not disappointed, the cinematography on this film is central to the story and I feel was also on The Dark Knight. It set's the story up, being Gotham a central character and here on Insomnia, the Alaskan landscape. It exhibits the intensity of the predicament that drives the story. The scenic and beautiful Alaskan geography serves as an amazing backdrop that admittedly directs you to the heart of the setting in the film.

Veteran detective Will Dormer (Al Pacino) is sent from the city to a small Alaskan town to investigate the murder of a teenage girl. While pursuing a suspect (Robin Williams) through the fog, Dormer accidentally kills his partner and tries to cover up the mess, while afflicted with the insomnia that brews from the sun not setting on the beautiful but harsh Alaskan land central to the film. Dormer is seen to by the local idealistic and naïve detective Ellie Bur (Hilary Swank), Bur is clouded by her loyalty to her policing hero Dormer, that she looks the other way to his unorthodox methods.

Character driven, intelligent, well written and acted movie, Insomnia is the remake of the equally-named 1997 Norwegian thriller.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Reading Pod

I am not sure if this concept even exists, but I think I have invented a hub of controlled surroundings. Many people will read a book in one or two sittings. Me, I have trouble reading at times and it is because of the atmosphere, sounds, comfort I am left to try and control...sometimes they are uncontrollable.

So I have created the Reading Pod. The shape is an egg. Do you remember those egg like shaped things that sat in the middle of your local park, and their use was to spin around using a steering wheel inside? well that's the shape i want.

You go inside and the capsule closes. Total darkness...you control the lighting you'd like, plug in your I-pod and add whatever background music you need. There are also vents right around to keep air flowing and a heating/cooling system to keep you at the climate you like. The seat is costumed designed to your body type and like a recliner you can read lying down or upright as the outside egg will rotate to your liking...of course everything is controlled by one remote.

I can dream

Remember Fender Back In The Edit Room

Remember Fender is back in the editing room.
With Steve Ramsie joining the cutting room along with head editor Iurgi Urrutia.
In a post-production meeting with the two men, we decided Fender could enter into a 12th and 13th day of shooting, as we need additional footage in our new doco-structure.
So I will now be able to fulfill my duties writing the new scenes, organising the cast to rejoin the shoot and hopefully successfully Direct the remaing scenes, and leave the Edit room in the very trustworthy and un-biased hands of these very talented men.

Info:
Screenplay was written in between October '08-February '09
Pre-Production started in Feb '09
Production went from March '09- April '09 and will re-commence in September '09
Edit begun in May '09-July '09 and has no commenced

The main collaborators so far:

Christian Cavallo: Actor
Paul Congdon: Actor
Sarah Watson: Actor
Luca Finanzio: Actor
Marco Finanzio: Actor
Gaye Meadows: Actor
Anna Meadows: Actor, Production Assistant
Rafael Marchese: Actor
Matthew O'Carroll: Music
Steve Ramsie: Sound, Co-Editor
Jason Marando: Sound, Production Assistant
Iurgi Urrutia: Co-Producer, Editor, Actor
Dean Marando: Director, Writer, Executive Producer, Co-Producer, Co-Editor

Friday, August 14, 2009

Sun In The Sky

I love the sun-setting sight
Shines through my bedrooms blind
Orange in its light
No one will ever mind

Helps me write
Along with the soundtrack of my life
Mind takes flight
my face no longer painted with rife

I've looked into the sun
Have you?
Take off the shades hun
Will you?

My refuge, the ink in my hand
Long as I can rise, from the sinking sand

See, I was sinking
She was winking
I was thinking
No, I am sinking

The brown in your eyes
The red as you sigh
The green the enemy bakes in your pie
All come from the Sun in the sky

Spoof On Mr. Wolf Scene (Pulp Fiction-1994)

Scene 53. Int. Day. The 'Cheeseman' Arrives to sort through the 'Odor Situation'

Cheeseman: So where did the stench originate from?
Odor Man: I don't know
Chesseman: I mean, when did you first smell it and where were you?
Odor Man: I'm not quite sure Roy
Cheeseman: Roy! Don't you even dare call me by the name, my sweet mother named me again!
Odor Man: okay Mr. Cheeseman

Cheeseman intimidates him with a 30 second stare, Odor Man backs down and tries to move back to the situation

Odor Man: (sucking up) do you think we can nip this stench in the bud Mr. Cheeseman?
Cheeseman: Back in 76, i smelt what i here smell today ...(looks over intently) I think so young man...I think so...they don't call me the Cheeseman for nothing. put on a pot of coffee we got some work to do!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Plastic Guitars and Feathers in his revision mirror



Lingering and traveling.
Road, Journey, Walking

Meandering and wondering.
Uninhabited Deserts, Cliffs and Rivers, Space

Always Seeking.
Company, Intimacy, Love

Sometimes wishing his name was something more prospective.
Born in a different time, New trade, money burnt through pockets.
Plastic Guitars and feathers in his revision mirror.

Following him as he looks at whats left behind.
Trails created, Bridges left swaying, snow left with etches of tyres.
Plastic Guitars and feathers in his revision mirror.

Earth has not enough terrain, water, and sky.
This journey mapped out after discovered, with charcoal and bark.
Plastic Guitars and feathers in his revision mirror.

A soul that bleeds through every gasp of oxygen.
Air that is purified through the trees, he breathes.
with
Plastic Guitars and feathers in his revision mirror.

Deadwood: Season One (2004)

If like myself, you haven't watched Deadwood, or just given it a miss...that's exactly what's happened, you have missed out.

I am very apprehensive when there is a new series. You see if it's excellent I won't miss an episode and my life gets put on hold. If I don't like it, I feel cheated but some how manage to see more than I actually should.

So you've guessed it, I have watched it and I could not stop. I watched four episodes in a row at times (12 episodes in the season at 50-55 minutes each). I watched it without getting up. Muscles were hurting where I didn't know I had muscles as I eventually got up to relieve nature's calling.

I won't give too much away. I will say it is set in the late 1800s. In a small American camp, with no law, and no governing bodies. The language, sex and violence are what sets this apart from any western movie I have seen. It stays true to the times, where people were dirty to say the least, and the only morals they have are what's right at the time. It delves into politics and religion as well.

Central to the cast are Timothy Olyphant (Seth Bullock), an ex-sheriff from another town, morally straight but his brooding temperemant is just waiting to boil over. Also the unforgettable performance of Ian McShane (Al Swearengen), who is the owner of the saloon. Watching this character come to life from begining to end is a captivating experience. The evil he portrays is so well expressed through his eyes and the aged lines in his face and forehead, that when it comes to him opening his mouth and muttering his foul mouthed lines in his mixed English/American accent, you are left speechless. When he finishes you immediately think... please more!

The series is somewhat of a "Western Soprano's" and every performance is gritty and engrossing, leaving distinct memories of all the characters.