I make weird shit. I know this, and I’m very happy with it. For some reason I was born with with the magic of odd inside me. I guess I find it more interesting when you put human experiences and mortal themes into environments and situations that don’t actually exist. It is a million times more fun for me to explore the idea of true love by using demons then regular ol’ human beings.
This weekend is an exciting one for me and my strange mind. This weekend I will be …

Just barely a week ago, a creature walked out of the mojave desert. It sluggishly dragged its body that, at first glance, appeared to be made from sand granules. With each heavy step a smoky wisp of dust curled off its form. A slight limp exposed the creature as weak, but it was difficult to get a read on any one emotion, as its face was covered in hair. Scars of unique sizes snaked up and down its arms and legs, as if created by a number of different predators. …

I am a maker of many things. I generally don’t like to sit still when the creative juices are evaporating into the air. I try, when I can, to seize the inspiration and run with it as if I’m protecting it from the Devil him/herself. One such incident occurred five years ago when I was waiting for the magic Finishing Funds Fairy to complete my horror movie, JOSHUA. I was simply existing with no money, no project but full of creative energy. That’s when I sparked a concept, picked up …

A lot of filmmakers like to spout off about their “8mm” days. Seems every independently spirited moving picture artist I ever read about speaks this line in one form or another: “I’ve been making movies since I was eight years old with my parents super 8 camera.” I personally never had access to that particular camera. Instead, I can be quoted using the exact same line, only insert the medium, VHS camcorder. From the second my father brought that boxy beauty home I was in love. For the years that followed …

It’s been well over a month and a half since we wrapped production on the ghost possession musical EVERYONE (no one at the moment) is talking about! The Dead Inside cameras may have stopped rolling, but the movie continues to consume my life. Being the editor of the film, I am now offered the opportunity to write my story all over again, because that’s pretty much what happens. You write it in screenplay form and  you love it. You shoot it, it evolves and changes on set and love it. …

Darkness. There is noise, but not surrounding me. It seems to be coming from inside me, as if my brain was flicking around in a hundred different directions. It’s insufferable. My numb hands lift up off the imitation silk to touch my face, but instead they hit the ceiling. Feels like wood, but then my hands are numb so it’s hard to say. One thing is certain, the space I am in is tight. I guide my hands to my face and my cold fingers touch my eyes. They are …

This weekend I climaxed all over my apartment. I started off nice and slow in the living room, then as the pressure built up I moved into the bedroom where I sprayed the end of the movie all over the walls, the bed, the floor, the bookshelf…the place got pretty coated. A mixture of rage, hurt, betrayal and blood oozed off the set this weekend in what was the last of the shooting we will be doing on the main set (Shannon and I’s apartment). There is still one weekend …

This weekends shoot was a bit eerie in tone. It was the first weekend that we scaled production down to just two days instead of three, and their was a lack of urgency in the air. We are a mere two weeks away from wrapping the production and this weekend was devoted to grabbing a few pick up shots and also shooting a series of singles used in montage form . Not a lot of heavy lifting and certainly not a lot of beefy scene work. The important thing here …

I often forget that I am shooting a feature film in my apartment, surrounded by neighbors who are not shooting feature films in their apartments. “Dude, why the fuck are you banging on my wall at 12:30am? Trying to sleep? Don’t be a pussy. I’m making art.” That’s the thought that jumps into my head when my actor is singing his guts out and the angry pounding begins. This being both a horror movie AND a musical you can probably imagine just how many weird sounds are floating through my …

When I was writing the script to The Dead Inside, there were moments in which I needed to span time without actual dialog between the characters. To do this is actually quite simple. You write a montage. A series of smaller scenes that promote a length of time and help push the story forward. I knew while writing these select scenes that they were perfect for the final experience of the movie, but were going to suck my ass to shoot. What I love most about the production side of …