Sep 29 2014


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Sep 24 2014

Labatt Park Documentary Screening

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After a very successful Indiegogo campaign (many thanks to our supporters!), the pieces have been put in place for a screening of the Labatt Park Documentary at the park itself!!! A free screening, with free parking behind Labatt Park, and a Q&A involving cast members afterward.

Saturday, September 27th, at 8:30pm.

The George Mooney Gibson Gates open at 8pm, and concession stands will be open! Weather is reporting clear skies, but dress warm in case!! The event is part of Doors Open London and Culture Days London – we’re excited to be a part of it and have everyone see the film for the first time on the world’s oldest baseball grounds. #LDNCulture #ldnont


For more updates, follow on twitter: @labattparkdoc

Jul 15 2014

Labatt Memorial Park

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Here’s the poster and trailer for the latest documentary we’ve been working on!! It’s a documentary about the world’s oldest baseball grounds, Labatt Memorial Park. If you like what you see and want to help out, check out our Indiegogo Campaign to finish the documentary: Labatt Park Documentary

Thanks to John Madden for helping with the poster.

Labatt Memorial Park Official Trailer (2014)

Apr 15 2014

She’s A Mess

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New music video we did recently for The Creekside Strays’ “She’s a Mess”

Special thanks to Rebecca O’Malley and Darren Forbes.

Apr 15 2014

Jack White full live show!

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Feb 12 2014

The McConaughey

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It is inevitable that this will pick up and people around the world will start doing it – certainly far more than who were doing it before The Wolf of Wall Street came out – we will see it here, there, and everywhere in days to come, and when it does, we can refer to it as The McConaughey. The chest thumpin’ meditative hum. It came from him, and he has now immortalized it on screen. Heck, with 2013 already being the year of McConaughey (coming off solid hits and performances like Magic Mike, Killer Joe, and Bernie, he bats it right out the park with Mud, Dallas Buyers, and Wolf, and then reigns supreme with HBO’s best show in years, True Detective), it’s great it now has it’s own signatory move, so to speak. I love it, and it’s perhaps the best battle motion of solace I’ve seen since The Bunk wailed Jimmy in Season 4. So, without further ado, ladies and gents, the McConaughey:

Feb 9 2014

RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman

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Great interview with Philip Seymour Hoffman on Craig Ferguson. RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of the absolute best.

Jan 25 2014

Stanley Kubrick’s Boxes

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Jan 15 2014

Scorsese on Wolf of Wall Street

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Bobby, I know you loved this film more than anything last year… now, as much as I had a blast with it, during the first viewing I was thrown for a fucking loop on the pacing… I was wondering what the fuck was with all the compacted action scenes, constantly followed by the drawn-out, seemingly improvised, scenes about fucking bullshit (midget tossing, money exchanges), but chewed on it for a while, and started to put some of the pieces together as to what Marty was on to… overall, that is the fucking point – where importance lies for debauchers – but the rhythms were jarring to me at times (especially that fucking Foo Fighters cue). Other moments I fucking relished (HOWLIN WOLF! Ludes)… but ultimately, Marty talking about the structural rhythm edits in this interview was exactly what I was looking at – it came across clear as crystal in the film.

PTA talks with Marty about Wolf

Marty/PTA part 2

Marty/PTA part 3

Marty, Leo, Jonah, and Terence Winter on THR:

Jan 8 2014

Martin Scorsese’s Open Letter

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Open letters are everywhere these days, but here’s a good one from the master himself, Scorsese, to his daughter, Francesca, about the bright future of movies.

“Dearest Francesca,

I’m writing this letter to you about the future. I’m looking at it through the lens of my world. Through the lens of cinema, which has been at the center of that world.

For the last few years, I’ve realized that the idea of cinema that I grew up with, that’s there in the movies I’ve been showing you since you were a child, and that was thriving when I started making pictures, is coming to a close. I’m not referring to the films that have already been made. I’m referring to the ones that are to come.

I don’t mean to be despairing. I’m not writing these words in a spirit of defeat. On the contrary, I think the future is bright.

We always knew that the movies were a business, and that the art of cinema was made possible because it aligned with business conditions. None of us who started in the 60s and 70s had any illusions on that front. We knew that we would have to work hard to protect what we loved. We also knew that we might have to go through some rough periods. And I suppose we realized, on some level, that we might face a time when every inconvenient or unpredictable element in the moviemaking process would be minimized, maybe even eliminated. The most unpredictable element of all? Cinema. And the people who make it.

I don’t want to repeat what has been said and written by so many others before me, about all the changes in the business, and I’m heartened by the exceptions to the overall trend in moviemaking – Wes Anderson, Richard Linklater, David Fincher, Alexander Payne, the Coen Brothers, James Gray and Paul Thomas Anderson are all managing to get pictures made, and Paul not only got The Master made in 70mm, he even got it shown that way in a few cities. Anyone who cares about cinema should be thankful.

And I’m also moved by the artists who are continuing to get their pictures made all over the world, in France, in South Korea, in England, in Japan, in Africa. It’s getting harder all the time, but they’re getting the films done.

But I don’t think I’m being pessimistic when I say that the art of cinema and the movie business are now at a crossroads. Audio-visual entertainment and what we know as cinema – moving pictures conceived by individuals – appear to be headed in different directions. In the future, you’ll probably see less and less of what we recognize as cinema on multiplex screens and more and more of it in smaller theaters, online, and, I suppose, in spaces and circumstances that I can’t predict.

So why is the future so bright? Because for the very first time in the history of the art form, movies really can be made for very little money. This was unheard of when I was growing up, and extremely low budget movies have always been the exception rather than the rule. Now, it’s the reverse. You can get beautiful images with affordable cameras. You can record sound. You can edit and mix and color-correct at home. This has all come to pass.

But with all the attention paid to the machinery of making movies and to the advances in technology that have led to this revolution in moviemaking, there is one important thing to remember: the tools don’t make the movie, you make the movie. It’s freeing to pick up a camera and start shooting and then put it together with Final Cut Pro. Making a movie – the one you need to make – is something else. There are no shortcuts.

If John Cassavetes, my friend and mentor, were alive today, he would certainly be using all the equipment that’s available. But he would be saying the same things he always said – you have to be absolutely dedicated to the work, you have to give everything of yourself, and you have to protect the spark of connection that drove you to make the picture in the first place. You have to protect it with your life. In the past, because making movies was so expensive, we had to protect against exhaustion and compromise. In the future, you’ll have to steel yourself against something else: the temptation to go with the flow, and allow the movie to drift and float away.

This isn’t just a matter of cinema. There are no shortcuts to anything. I’m not saying that everything has to be difficult. I’m saying that the voice that sparks you is your voice – that’s the inner light, as the Quakers put it. That’s you. That’s the truth.

All my love, Dad”