Saturday, April 12, 2008

Young and Restless...streams episodes on WWW for 35th Anniversary!








After 1,000 weeks of ongoing drama, sizzling sex scenarios, and bizarre plot twists, the ever-popular daytime soap - "Young and the Restless" - celebrated its 35th Anniversary this year online.
That was good news for a handful of actors, sure to be checking their mailboxes for residual payments, in coming months.

Because the daily serials broadcast a new episode each day, performers don't generally anticipate much in the way of additional pay-outs, since the sequential story lines are rarely aired a second time.

Life is not a dress rehearsal; likewise, on a soap you get one shot at it, too.

Of course, there are a couple of exceptions.

If a segment is used in a flashback or an episode is aired overseas months after the chapter broadcasts stateside (some serials are trailing behind the U.S. airwaves because they were picked up a year or two after production began in the U.S.) there will be extra compensation for use in that market.

The sums are paltry, though; a few cents here, a few dollars there.
Basically, lunch money!




Now, you know why AFTRA and SAG (the two entertainment unions) have been kicking up such a fuss about residuals in recent days and have been hagglin' over 'em in the new contract negotiations.

When most of the soaps were originated, no one fathomed the idea of podcasting, or streaming video.

In fact, rich media was beyond the Union's realm of imagination.

And, who knows what's ahead.

But now, actors may have hit the bull's eye.

You see, the powers-that-be at Y & R, elected to celebrate the show's popularity and success by streaming segments online for nostalgic fans who want to take a trip down memory lane and reminisce about the early machinations of their favorite divas and rogues.
Now, soap opera die-hards can either tune in to CBS.com to catch 'em or surf to cable's SoapNet for a gander.

In addition, classic clips and episode recaps will be posted on The Minisode Network, which can viewed on YouTube, Crackle.com, Verizon, AOL Video, Gaia Online and Joost.


Soap teasers will be flirting, floating, and flitting all around the world- wide-web, to the joy of those who pine to bathe in the glow of their must-see soap on a daily basis.

Robert Oswaks, Exec VP of marketing at Sony Pictures Television, notes that blogs are of paramount importance in the scheme of things, too.
"Blogs are a tool for reaching fans," he notes, "The show's makers work closely with top soap news sites, which have become evangelists for us."

And, Christine Fix, editor-in-chief and Senior Producer of Soaps.com notes that fans are always looking for a consistent source of reliable information regarding their favorite sudsy dramas. Soaps.com draws a staggering 1 million visitors a month, while MovieWeb.com snags about 900,000.

That's a lot of bubbles!

Actually, I was cast to work on Young and the Restless back in the nineties.

Although I played a lowly waiter, my scene was important (yeah, I know, every actor claims that there are no small parts, only small actors!) because I delivered a message which bore all-important news about the arrival of a child.

A pivotal twist in the plot line!

I recall the booking well.

Although I didn't have my own dressing room, I shared the cozy little cubby-hole with just one other thespian. That's a fancy term for actor, by the way.

In case you weren't aware of it, when an actor has only been bestowed with one line, he wrestles with endless possibilities in his mind.

Should I say it this way or that?

When fate hands you a golden opportunity to show your stuff, you've got to get it right, after all!

A method actor might ask, "What is my motivation?"

Or, try to fathom the subtext.

Maybe the waiter in the scene got ticked off with a previous guest, so now's he annoyed, and in a huff?

Then again, maybe he's one of those snooty waiters bent on spoiling someone's romantic dinner date, just for the heck of it.

A handful of servers are "gay", so why not play it that way?

'Ya know, affect a little lisp, let the wrists flap around a bit.

Boy, it's terribly frustrating trying to get a handle on a walk-on part, believe me.

"They just want the line," the other actor whined at me pointedly.

"This is not your shot at stardom, you know," he hissed at me.

Then, just as I was about to go on stage and deliver my gem, he revealed his true colors.
"If you screw it up, they'll give the line to me."

Oh, how - "All About Eve" - of him.

My first taste of competition and jealousy in the industry.

I had one lousy little line to sputter, and this clown was trying to throw me off, so I would trip up and ruin my moment in the sun.

But, when that time arrived - about twelve hours after arriving at the CBS studios - I swaggered in on cue and uttered the words like a pro.

With little more ado, the second A.D. barked:

"Ok, let's move on."

Not even a second take? Oh well, that's show business.

Bottom line, the soaps are a "factory", just turning out product each day.

You have only to review the stats on the "Young and Restless" to figure that out.
The number of scripted pages written over the years by a team of professional writers?
An amazing 620,175.

And, some of those storylines included blessed nuptials; in fact, there were 77 walks down the aisle in total.

But, did all the loving couples make it to the altar to swear - "I do"?

Of course, the makeup folks had to pretty everyone up each day; in order to carry out that tall order, 133,000 powder puffs were used over the years.

Me? I don't recall being swiped by one.

And, after the stars and day-players were primped and preened up proper, they were squeezed into an astounding 128,625 custom-made costumes.
No wonder wardrobe staff breathe a sigh of relief when an actor can contribute his own clothes to a fitting.

In my instant case, I provided my own black dress slacks and snappy designer shoes for the waiter gig; which they paired up with a tasteful jacket cinched in at the waist - with a wide padded shoulder.

Veery flattering for my physique, I must say!

Of course, when folks stand around on stage, they gulp down coffee.

On the Y & R sets, they swilled down 166,250 gallons of it on the sidelines as dramas unfolded.

And, just imagine what it took to capture all the scintillating images and ongoing daily fluff.
2,210 video tapes were gobbled up annually to facilitate that task.

Over the years I've worked with a number of props - some novel - others not.

On this popular soap, the most obscure one was a freeze-dried tarantula.

Wonder if they've ever used a whoopee cushion or a cod-piece?

Well, someone in production would know.

Do tell!

Charlton Heston...wrong! Moses didn't come "face to face" with God!

Heston as Moses...


Sacred Mount Sinai


In the morning LA TIMES one day, a reporter noted that a blogger happened across an old interview with Charlton Heston, in which the actor reminisced about playing the role of Moses in the feature film version of "The Ten Commandments".

On that occasion - "Chuck" - recalled what an overwhelming experience it was to stand where the biblical figure once stood on Sacred Mount Sinai and fathom the importance of the encounter with the almighty, God.

Heston noted that studio head - Cecil B. DeMille - gave him a raft of material to peruse to familiarize himself with the spiritual leader's historical background to facilitate in preparing for the big-budget production.

Obviously, the Hollywood maverick never bothered to read the scriptures; if he had, the star would have known that contrary to his belief, Moses did not - as he alleged - come 'face to face' with God.

In fact, the scriptures are quite emphatic about that.

On Mount Sinai, God cautioned Moses that he could not peer into his face.

Then, the Lord proceeded to instruct the prophet to stand behind a rock.

"When I pass by, you'll be able to see my back," God purportedly said.

Yeah, no cigar!

On the other hand, it is wholly possible to gaze into the face of the Holy Spirit.

Last year, as I was tossing and turning in my bed one night - in-between the heightened levels of a trance state and waking consciousness - I witnessed a Divine white light descending upon me.

Although the "vision" appeared to be "in the distance" - curiously - the phenomenon also gave the impression of being within touching distance directly above my bed.

The three entities that hovered over me did not have any facial features to speak of - or flesh tones - or that matter.

In essence, they were imbued of light, without much physical character or distinction.

What awed me most was a thin band of dazzling white light which edged each entity.

Suddenly, one of the light beings gestured towards my heart, and telepathically communicated to profound message to me.

"This is your soul."

In response - though paralyzed somewhat by the vision - I attempted to ask a question.

Suddenly, the entities vanished into thin air.

The next day, I was guided to go into a bookstore on Santa Monica Boulevard, for some inexplicable reason.

As I sorted through the various tomes on the dusty shelves, I happened across a pristine copy of a book on Religious symbols.

As I thumbed through the fascinating subject matter, I was astounded to stumble across an entry which described the images I'd witnessed to a "T".

The authors noted that the image in question represented the "Trinity" or the Holy Ghost.

A shiver went up and down my spine as I digested the thought.

And then, there was a surge of joy, as a perfect calm settled deep within me.

Not only is there a God, and a Holy spirit, but a place for me in eternity!

The Holy Spirit protects...

Young@Heart...touching hilarious documentary inspires! Old-time choristers a hoot...







"Young@ Heart", a new documentary release will not only touch - but just maybe - bring a tear to your eye.

Soon-to-be released by Fox Searchlight, the novel offering is an up-close behind-the-scenes gander at a chorus of vocalists who tour to sold-out concerts around the Nation and abroad.

What sets 'em apart from other stage performers?

They're mostly an octogenarian bunch, for starters.

Unlike other entertainers pining for fame and glory on Tin Pan Alley,  the troupe is a tight-knit band of seniors - ranging in age from 72 and upwards - who crave the exhileration the joy of singing brings!

And, for a topper?

Forget about Bible-thumping hymns and sappy love songs; their repertoire consists of ballsy with-it pop ditties from the musical realms of top 40, rock 'n roll and even punk!

Yes, when the first scenes open, and the choristers belt out a lyric or two from a "Clash" cover, it jars the sensibilities, at first.

But, in moments, the audience is up, and enthralled by the whim of it all.

What a human interest story!

These choristers are darn good, I tell 'ya.

Their success is partly due to their insightful task master (Director Bob Colman) who pushes them to the limits with remarkable heart-warming results.

In fact, a lot of the footage is devoted to the weekly rehearsals - and a rip-roaring insightful zoom in on the engaging seniors - as they try to wrap themselves (and - in a couple of instances - sluggish grey matter) 'round tough tongue twisters and a musical sound that is light years from what they once waltzed to.

But, through the course of the documentary - as the filmgoer roots 'me on from the footlights - you just betcha, they nail 'em..

Some say that Beethoven and Bach - Mozart, too - composed musical compositions to heighten learning capability.

So, what is the attraction here?

"Well, it's good for the lungs," one elderly gent noted with a gleam in his eye.

Notwithstanding, the obvious benefits of the virtual act of vocalizing itself, clearly the rigorous schedules (challenging rehearsals, traveling on the road, gearing up for heart-pounding concert dates) have revved the folks up and - in the process -  bestowed a purposeful intent sure to add longevity.

Occasionally, the probing lens of the documentarian focuses on a couple of the individual chorus members; when it does, the results are often hilarious.

One old goat (forgive me for saying it, Sir!) noted that the reason he and his wife stayed together for 54 years was obvious.

"Because we kept romance in our lives. Twice a week we'd go out on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. She on Tuesday, me on Wednesday."

And, in a solemn tone, he underscored that the loving relationship lasted because it was based on faith and trust.

"Her faith in me and my lack of trust in her."

Hee-Haw!

But, there are touching moments in the film as well.

When the chorus performs for a handful of prisoners incarcerated at a local jail, the first up-beat number gets the guys hooting and laughing, and slapping each other on the back with mirth.

But, when the singers note there was a recent death in the group - and dedicate a song (Forever Young) to their lost band member - the mood noticeably changes.

The gang of burly tattooed thugs gets a little sullen, teary-eyed even.

In that one poignant moment it's evident the inmates are inclined to reflect on their plight, ponder mistakes they've possibly made, and wonder how it is that they've come to this way station in life.

The director has also included a couple of promotional clips of video montages which elicit a lot of whoops and hollers from the theatre-goers, too.

To the tune of "Stayin' Alive", a big hulk of a man strides through a bowling alley in a white suit, effecting a hip stylish swagger that John Travolta would be envious of.

Another beautifully-crafted segment - to the endearing strains of David Bowie's - "Golden Years" - is fun, heart-warming, and entertaining.

"Young@Heart" is top notch bill-of-fare bound to appeal to young and old alike.

Catch it, when it arrives at a theatre near you!

 CD available online




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Footnote
When I first wrote this review, YOUNG@HEART   was not released yet.

I have reposted this article now that "Young" is taking the country by storm.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Complexions Contemporary Ballet...electric cutting-edge choreography!



Friday night's alright for fightin' in the big city, but haven't 'ya got any plans?

Why not take in the Ballet?

Not just for sissies, Dude!

Complexions Contemporary Ballet will be taking the stage by storm at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion tonight through the weekend.

April 11th through April 13th

Founded by former members of Albert Ailey American Dance Theater - Dwight Rhoden and Desmond Richardson - the company started out small, primarily with duets Rhoden created for himself and Richardson.

Richardson, a principal guest artist of the American Ballet Theater, is mesmerizing in whatever capacity he chooses to perform.

The New York Times also hailed Dwight Rhoden - a major creative force behind the performances - as one of the most sought after choreographers of the day.

Dance Insider noted:

"Complexions seduces you with explosive energy...it's hard not to be astonished by the technical prowess of these extraordinary dancers."

Complexions distinguishes itself by grounding cutting-edge choreography and original music within the roots of classical dance, according to their promotional blurbs floating about the city in recent days.

Find out for yourself!

The powerful, electric performances of dancers like Richardson, are showcased in two exciting programs at the tony environs of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion.

Program A features the LA premier of "Loose Change", a dramatic solo created for Richardson by actor Taye Diggs; and Rhoden's - "Chapters" - set to the timeless music of Marvin Gaye with songs like, "What's Going on" and "I want You."

Program B offers up "Pretty Gritty Suite", a homage to the music of the late great Nina Simone, with soulful classics like "Feelin' Good" and "I Put a Spell on you", magically wafting throughout the dance performances.

Both programs feature Rhoden's "Dear Frederic" set to Chopin and Moody Booty Blues.

Tickets, please!

Empyrean Passage...West Hollywood; novel sprong sculpture intrigues; beam me up, Scottie!


I can almost hear the theme of "Twilight Zone" now...

One night as I was jogging along the flats - just a little after sunset - I was suddenly confronted with a large coil-like object beckoning me in the distance.

Ah, had some space aliens landed, or what?

I drew closer, ever so cautious, staring at the glowing object with fascination.

Ah, they left a note on a plaque below its ominous reach. In a familiar human script, the object was identified as a sculpture by artist, Dan Carson.

No little green men; ah shucks!

But as I stood underneath, and gazed skyward, I was sure it was actually a vortex.

I just knew that at any moment - I might be swept up - transported off to Kansas with my little dog, too. Who knows! After all, this was West Hollywood - wasn't it - land of the rainbow and Dorothy lovers?

Suddenly, I was shaken by a loud, eerie blast to my right.

"They've landed," my inner voice shouted out from the innermost recesses of my soul.

As I turned, a speeding motorist barked out,

"Get out of the street, buddy."

Ah, jolted back to reality.

I stepped back up on the curb and proceeded to inspect the work more closely.

"Empyrean Passage" was inspired by mathematical formulas that the artist has translated into 3-dimensional forms and is reminiscent of a theoretical black hole.

The artist chose the word "Empyrean" because it is the final, fiery level of heaven as depicted by Dante.

The sculpture, utilizes "green" electroluminescent light, measures twenty feet tall, and consists of a series of metal hoops of various sizes. At night, the rings glow to create a floating form inspired by a black hole's absence of light.

The intriguing sculpture which delights passers-by was crafted out of aluminum, paint, vinyl, and electroluminescent tape.

Although the air was calm on the night when I happened across it, the entire sculpture swings in the event a gust of wind whispers by, with the assistance of a trio of suspension poles and invisible wires strategically placed.

"Empyrean Passage" will light up the dark night sky each evening - at the intersection of Santa Monica Boulevard and Doheny Drive - through May 15, 2008, and is part of the City's "Art on the Outside" program.

The mission of "Art on the Outside" is to nurture the arts and cultural life of West Hollywood - and at the same time - inject some vitality through the installation of dynamic temporary art installations on medians throughout the postage-sized city.

The artist is known for his innovative environmental pieces which facilitate the artful use of space, light and sound. His temporary and permanent light-based artworks employ a range of media from the primal (sun and fire) to the high-tech (neon, lasers, LEDs, and fiber optics).

A handful of his large-scale public artworks range from installations in rail stations, to placements in heavily-trafficked intersections, and the solemn confines of inner meditation sanctums.

Carson's work has been received well in Washington, California, Oregon, Maine, Nevada and Hawaii, and garnered acclaim by virtue of commissions he has nabbed both nationally and abroad.


Thursday, April 10, 2008

Cannes & Toronto Film Festival tops amid garden variety of mediocre fests!







Well, there has been quite a proliferation of wide-ranging Films Festivals in the past couple of years.



I was just coming off the "Backlot Film Festival" when I received word that the "Beverly Hills Festival" was starting up.

And, when I logged into my e-mail, I was confronted with a series of frenzied communications from the "Very Short Films" venue, urging me to attend a couple of final events before the big wrap at their Hollywood fest.

The "Arab Film Festival" (gave them a big promo last year) has been firing off news releases, too.

On "Facebook" in May - the Cannes Film Festival "group" I joined - was gearing up for the big bucks extravaganza where big names were sure to be bouncing off Festival walls throughout a dizzying array of high-profile high-energy events on the Riviera.

Of course, festivals are a dime-a-dozen and come in garden varieties.

The world's first major film festival was held in Venice in 1932 with major film festivals in Berlin and Moscow to follow on its heels.



The longest-running fest is - "The Edinburgh International Film Festival" - established in 1947.


North America threw its reels into the ring in 1953 - and with little fanfare - started up the Columbus International Film & Video Festival ("Chris Awards").

"The Chris Awards" - fifty-four years in the running now - primarily focus on documentaries, educational films, and business and informational competitions in the U.S.


When the San Francisco International Film Festival was launched in March 1957, the festival played a major role in introducing foreign films to avid American audiences. In the initial year of screenings, film-goers were delighted to thrill to the captivating original works of Akira Kurosawa (Throne of Blood) and Satyajit Ray (Pather Panchali).

Film Festivals often showcase films in one or more movie theaters during their runs. So, you may have to dash helter-skelter all over town to keep up. Most offerings are recent, and include major international releases, as well as those made outside a country's established film industry.

A particular genre (film noir) or type (documentaries) may have a drawing power for a specific audience that promoters will utilize to their advantage to get film enthusiasts in the door.

Some Fests have a definite mission, although they may stray from it without notice.

Sundance notes on their site,

"Sundance Institute is a year-round non-profit organization dedicated to the discovery and development of independent artists and audiences. Individual donations to Sundance Institute support theatre, film, and music artists. The community of supporters help these artists navigate the challenges of creating new work and see their projects succeed. Individual donors support the Institute by making general contributions, providing program specific support, purchasing tables and tickets to the annual Gala in New York, or by joining the Patron Circle."

Other festivals of note include the - "The Toronto Film Festival” - which is centered around upscale Yorkville (once a hippie hangout before the yuppies moved in) where trendy alfresco cafes, luxury hotels, and VIP movie theatres (they serve popcorn and soft drinks ringside in your comfy high-back leather seats) lure the big whales in.

There has been a lot more focus on mainstream Hollywood films over the past decade; but, the Festival has not forgotten its roots in the independent vein.

TTFF - as it is known, features retrospectives of National cinemas, individual directors, and highlights of Canadian cinema - along with a veritable staple of African, South American, and Asian films.

The festival is considered a place to listen for "Oscar-buzz".


It's great organizers open their doors wide and permit first-timers to unveil their fledgling projects, and likewise, provide a forum so that newcomers can rustle up much-needed feedback.

But, is that what's unfolding these days around the circuit?

Last week - promoters of the "Backlot Festival" complained that some filmmakers weren't showing up for their own screenings - let alone hanging around to take in the labors of love screened by their peers.

Young auteurs these days are more focused on landing a spot at a prominent Film Festival. If luck and timing is on their side, they may garner a coveted prize, to tack on their film resume as a noteworthy credit.

The Icing on the cake?

Just maybe, a young maverick can rustle up a distribution deal or additional funding to blitz the heck out of his "baby".

Feedback? Forget-about-it!!!

In some cases - some constructive criticism would have been a Godsend to a handful of the slip-shod producers I've crossed paths with - believe me.

For example, one project at the Backlot ("Roses in April") was a friggin' mess.

The production values were poor and the editing equally lousy.

The narrative - what there was of it - was lost in a tangle of clichés and what-ifs.

Although the young director took a novel approach in a couple of scenes - which signaled her potential as a "film artist" - a few innovative visually-stunning minutes on screen do not a film make!

About a quarter of the way into the screening "Roses" turned into a thorny proposition.

Undoubtedly - the first-time-outer would have benefited from some honest input from friends, fellow filmmakers, show organizers - you name it.

So, there goes another pile of celluloid onto the old scrap heap, because it's doubtful it will even make it to DVD.

In my view, Festivals should be a breeding ground for artists.

For instance, a hotspot where creative folks can unveil their projects, engage in a meaningful dialogue, and explore the artistic temperament in a purposeful, nurturing, and satisfying way.

In such a forum - filmmakers have an insightful opportunity to discuss the latest trends (leading-edge developments in the industry, for example), or mull over new product (like camera gear and film stock) with fellow shooters.

Chit-chatting about the skuttle-butt - and the "who's who" and "what's what" - is a great way for industry-newcomers to fathom ways to survive in an ever-growing filmmaking landscape now predominated by innovations in rich media.

The goal?

To nurture and develop the talent and improve the product for market.

Curiously, "Roses" did create some dialogue, albeit unexpectedly.

When the young director chose to feature a photographic still of a child playing in the nude, the organizers of the Backlot Film Festival were stridently opposed to showcasing the poster (after labeling the image "porno").

Ha! What nonsense.

I studied the Mapplethorpe case in the days when the key legal issues were relevant - and more recently - the Robin Sharpe case in Canada (Sharpe was a neighbor of mine in Kitsilano, B.C. years ago) and am quite cognizant about what constitutes "art" verses "porno".

Essentially, the argument boils down to this.

Is the image being used to exploit the subject in a sexual way or to satisfy prurient interests?

In the case of "Roses" - an image depicting the innocence of a child - can hardly be construed as pornographic by any stretch of the imagination.

Look to the HOWL litigation for further guidance.

In that landmark case - where the issue of obscenity was raised in respect to poet Allen Ginsberg's literary work ("Howl") - Judge Horn (who presided over the case) was inclined to set a few guidelines for future cases on obscenity after dismissing the criminal charges.

For instance, in his opinion he wrote,

"If material has the slightest redeeming social importance it is not obscene because it is protected by the 1st and 14th Amendments of the U.S. Constitution."

A second legal finding is my favorite,

"In considering material claimed to be obscene remember the all-important motto: honi soit qui mal y pense."

Or, in plain old English, "Evil to him who Evil thinks".

In the hands of the "Backlot Film Festival" committee, censorship would have a chilling effect on artistic expression in the community at large.

In the final analysis, that's what determines if a festival is relevant and highly regarded - prestigious, in fact - or just one of many bogged down in a smattering of mediocrity.

Artists should strive for the higher ground, in my estimation.

As Buck Rodgers once said,

"There are countless ways of attaining greatness, but any road to reaching one's maximum potential must be built on a bedrock of respect for the individual, a commitment to excellence, and a rejection of mediocrity."





Red Carpet glamour pose...


Harry Potter...link to NUDE VIDEO requires Trojan protection!


daniel-radcliffe


In a recent post, I noted that nude photos of Daniel Radcliffe were inspiring Harry Potter fans to throw "dong parties".

Post:

http://www.ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/03/harry-potternaked-jk-rowlings.html

Today, when I logged into the blog, an anonymous person posted a link to view a nude video of Radcliffe. However, when I clicked on it, anti-virus software issued a warning, indicating the alleged Video was unsafe.

The message read as follows:

Discovered: February 19, 2004
Updated: August 15, 2007 3:51:25 PM
AKA: Trojan-Spy.HTML.Smitfraud.c [Kaspersky], Phish-BankFraud.eml.a [McAfee], Trj/Citifraud.A [Panda Software], generic5 [AVG]
Type: Trojan
Systems Affected: Windows 98, Windows 95, Windows XP, Windows Me, Windows Vista, Windows NT, Windows Server 2003, Windows 2000
Trojan Horse is a generic detection for various Trojan horse programs.

Well, you know what they say.

Play safe.

Don't forget your rubbers at the dong party!

Free Sample:

http://www.trojancondoms.com/Product/FreeSample.aspx


American Idol gives back! Guiding Light & Live Earth follow suit...








To kick off the TALK/SHOW conversations at this year's AFI FESTIVAL, at the breathtaking rooftop Loft Village in Hollywood proper, organizers at the Philanthropy Project invited special industry guests to talk openly about:

"The Power of Film to Inspire Philanthropy"

In recent months, there appears to have been a concerted effort on the part of film artists and power brokers, to educate Americans about global warming, health care, and hunger.

With that in mind - a panel was formed for a discussion on the topic - which consisted of Kevin Wall (LIVE EARTH producer); Crystal Chappel (Actress, Guiding light); Nigel Lithgoe (American Idol producer); and Steve Golin, filmmaker (Rendition).

The question put to the panel by moderator, Michael Guillen, was this:

Can film move beyond education and enlightenment to promulgate a culture of generosity, instill ingenuity, and ultimately bring about change in society?

At the conclusion of the conversation, the answer was obviously a resounding yes!

The first speaker up was Nigel Lithgoe.

The down-to-earth producer noted that because American audiences so generously supported "IDOL", he and his colleagues were inspired to generously "give back" to the community in some manner, shape, or form.

So, the FOX team conjured up the idea for - "Idol Gives Back" - which was geared to "raise awareness of the effects of poverty on children and young people in the US and Africa."

To get the ball rolling, Scholastic, Inc. created a website for teachers and students.

Then, the following evening, several celebrities appeared on the Fox Network to promote, "Idol Gives Back."

Americans were invited to call a toll-free number or go online to make a donation to CPEF, which would turn the money over to UNICEF, Save the Children, and several other groups.

Right off the bat, Mr. Lithgoe lamented that when he and partner Simon Cowell proceeded to organize the charity event, the duo faced a lot of resistance from Fox and others.

The reluctance was understandable.

Because of American Idol's unprecedented success in the ratings, the Fox Network leapt forward from 4th in the ranks, to No. 1 network on the airwaves.

So, the powers-that-be at Fox were reluctant to tinker with their success, much less beg the American public for money, with the ultimate aim of feeding and providing shelter for the poor in underdeveloped Nations around the globe.

In fact, sponsors like COKE and FORD balked too, according to Mr. Lithgoe.

He admitted the sponsors were nervous about the images.

"Would Americans feel comfortable viewing photographs of the impoverished, starving in the slums of third world countries, while they sat comfortably in their homes?"

No, they didn't think so.

From the get-go, the two impresarios had to push and cajole to get the charitable cause launched at Fox.

At the early inception of the project, Lithgoe understood that if the American people saw how their hard-earned dollars could make a difference, they might be inclined to support the timely concept of "giving back".

With this foremost in his mind, "Idol Gives Back" produced a touching, heart-wrenching clip, to educate audiences about the facts.

For example, Lithgoe enlightened viewers to the fact a contribution of two dollars was capable of providing medicine for four needy patients; while ten dollars was capable of securing netting to ensure mosquitoes were unable to infest shelters - and hence - prevent deadly infections of Malaria.

Talk about ingenuity: it worked!

As this juncture, the panelists agreed that providing the opportunity to give was not enough; in reality, it was vital that Americans saw the fruits of their generosity, as well.

Therefore, in a follow-up segment, the activists and volunteers sensitively revealed how the recipients not only prospered from the charitable acts, but experienced a healing in the process.

Undoubtedly, due to the caring, sensitive manner in which the segments were presented, Americans were inspired to dig deeper into their pockets.

In fact, Mr. Lithgoe recalled young children dialing in, offering up anywhere from twenty-five cents to fifty cents of their allowance, so touched were they by the plight of the less-fortunate.

The panel discussions then segued into concepts about charity and philanthropy.

Panelists agreed that through charity, individuals were afforded the chance to give on the spot and bask in a glow of satisfaction, knowing their selfless acts significantly impacted.

The panel agreed that in respect to philanthropy, there was a commitment - an act of giving - that extended over time requiring full participation.

As moderator Guillen put it succinctly,

"Philanthropy is a passionate, innovative, and long-term commitment of time, talents and treasure to pressing causes. Prime examples of this are America's 68,000 foundations, which for more than a century have been quietly but profoundly improving our nation's quality of life."

The conversation now focused on the bold-faced effort by actors at "Guiding Light" (the long-running Television Soap Opera) to "give back" in another way.

The producers of "Light" teamed up with the innovative volunteer group - "Hands on Network" - in a year-long effort to encourage volunteerism across the country.

Although Proctor & Gamble was reticent at first - like COKE and FORD at American Idol - the successful Corporate Giant eventually came on board and never looked back.

The first constructive effort included a visit to the region devastated by Hurricane Katrina, where "Light" cast and crew members helped to rebuild homes, get victims out of FEMA trailers so they'd feel comfortable in their skin again, and take part in other volunteer activities which related to day-to-day essentials.

Thereafter, the "Light team" visited a different City each month, to exhort community members to volunteer.

Ricky Paull Goldin, who plays FBI agent Gus Aitoro, noted during one interview:

"The show was created by Irna Phillips in 1937. The theme of the show was the brotherhood of man and what you can give to the world. Fans let us into their homes for 70 years. Now, this is our way of giving back."

Ms. Chappel, an articulate woman, spoke about the "Guiding light" project with great pride, as well.

"There is a hands-on involvement," she beamed.

Guiding light fathomed a way to get fans involved, too; at the Guiding Light site volunteers may sign up to be a part of each upcoming "giving back" project.

Info at: http://www.guidinglight.net/

Some of the volunteer tasks include - house-painting, cleaning, the tidying up neighborhoods - you name it.

What the selfless actions amount to is a donation of time, plain skills, and an act of giving from the heart.

"You don't need money to give," Chappel emphasized quite eloquently.

At this juncture, Guillen summed the idea up quite nicely,

"All that is required is a desire to give the three "T's" - time, talent, and treasure."

"All have value," Chappel concluded.

Then, the panel zeroed in on one great phenomenon, which unfolded last July.

Of course, I am referring to the the Global Event - LIVE EARTH - produced by Ken Wall.

When pestered to reveal how he became involved with Al Gore and environmental issues, he chuckled.

"Well," he laughed, "I was invited to his infamous slide show. It was boring, so I walked out of the presentation, unimpressed."

He recalled that six months later he attended the screening of Al Gore's documentary, "An Inconvenient Truth", as well.

"The same slide show," he shrugged, in disgust.

But then, his eyes sparkled a little.

"Between the credits at the end, however, tips were offered up, suggesting how an individual could make a difference."

That little episode got him to thinking, though.

What can I do?

Well, the answer was obvious to Wall.

"I can do what I do best, throw an event."

When he approached a handful of environmental groups - he got caught in a swirl of politics and turf wars - though.

You see, a number of the non-profit organizations didn't like each other!

He struggled at first to get his bearings.

One day it dawned on him that he needed to team up with Al Gore, so a meeting was set up, and the ball got rolling.

With little ado, or much convincing, the BBC offered Wall two networks to broadcast his event: BBI and BB2.

In another Executive's office, he managed to land a commitment for seven networks.

Each promised 22 hours of airtime for LIVE EARTH concerts.

At that juncture, he envisioned a "group hug".

An auspicious date was set for the event: 07 07 07

In addition to raising awareness of global warming that day - LIVE EARTH - also hatched the concept:

"Live Earth Call to Action"

During the concerts, supporters were asked to agree to a seven-point pledge - which included demands to countries to join an International Treaty - to take personal action to help solve the climate crisis.

Using the global reach of music to engage people on a mass scale to combat the climate crisis - was pure genius - in a nutshell.

And, because Wall was an effective communicator with vision, he was able to pull it off.

The last panelist, Mr. Golin, has been focused on "messages" films with the ultimate aim of enlightening the masses about social, economic, and political issues.

But - "projects such as these" - are a hard sell, he emphasized with a touch of sadness in his voice.

"Rendition" - a strong message film he produced about the questionable treatment of terrorists in captivity - ended up bombing at the box-office, for instance.

He opined that many Americans today are squeamish about films that focus on torture - especially when their Government is to blame - and that images that depict America in a negative brutal way may be a turn-off these days.

Although documentaries were cited as a way to enlighten an audience about serious topics - with the aim of educating the public at large - it was noted that a survey recently revealed that only eight documentaries have made over a million dollars, ever.

In film, that is not always the case, one panelist was inclined to point out.

"It's A Wonderful Life" - a James Stuart vehicle - not only made money at the box office, but delivered up a profound message about giving, as well.

How a project is packaged, marketed, and presented, may be the key.

In response to one guest's thoughtful question about humor in film as a cure for life's suffering and ills, all panelists agreed that it was a great genre in which to serve up a message, as well.

In the final analysis - it was obvious that dreamers, on-camera artists, and behind the scenes producers - have not only found ingenuous ways to reach out and touch in meaningful - and at times charitable ways - but also give back to a loyal public for their support with thanks.

In sum, true to the Christian tradition, it appears that there is a lot of tithing going on in America, today.

According to Acts, 20:35:

"It is more blessed to give than to receive."



Smashing Pumpkins

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Lily Tomlin...Carl Reiner. Gracious amid chaos at Backlot Film Festival. Former Prez Reagan criticized by comic!


On occasion, this year's "Backlot Film Festival" proved to be a comedy of errors, unfortunately.

For example, on the festive evening the Festival chose to screen "All of Me" and "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid" on a double-bill.

After "Dead Men" sputtered to a close on the silver screen - Carl Reiner lingered to chat with Lily Tomlin - who was scheduled to appear for a Q & A.

As filmgoers took their seats, a couple of staffers proceeded to set up a couple of chairs and a mic on the floor to the left of the main stage.

Then, Ross Hawkins (founder and director of the Festival) appeared in the dark at the front of the Veteran's Memorial Hall and urged the audience to rise from their comfy seats to relocate to the other side of the Theatre to make for an "intimate" setting for Lily's scheduled intro.

A groan went up from the throng - who were anxious to meet and greet Lily - as they reluctantly uprooted themselves and trotted over to an uninviting darkened section of the auditorium. Not exactly a trained dog by nature, I remained seated where I was in an enviable spot center main stage.

Once everyone was settled in - someone got the brilliant idea to set three chairs on the stage "above the audience" - and fire up a handful of spotlights to capture the zany comedienne in the light.

So, Mr. Hawkins shuffled back and instructed the now disgruntled masses, to move back to their former seats!

Oi veh!


The fiasco could have been lifted right out of an episode of Carl Reiner's popular hit - "Show of Shows" - I tell 'ya!


But, the lunacy did not stop there.

One gentleman - with a claim to fame as a former Mayor of Culver City - chose to get up and tell a couple of anecdotes which summarily dropped to the floor like lead balloons.

In fact, both parties the ad-libs were directed at (Lily and Carl) were baffled by the recollections which they couldn't make hide or tail of.

When the speaker jokingly laughed that he was one of the first officials in Sacramento to get "canned" by Schwarzenegger when the film actor took office, I suddenly heard my inner voice cry out,

"Occasionally, the terminator hits the target, alright."

At this juncture, Mr. Hawkins returned.

Gosh, he loves to get into the thick of things, doesn't he?

At this juncture, he invited Lily (standing in the dark on the sidelines) to step forward for the much-anticipated question and answer session.

Another awkward moment.

Clearly, someone should have led their star speaker up onto the stage. Surely, Mr. Hawkins wasn't suggesting the feisty comic cross the floor to stand by his side in the shadows below the stage?

Ms. Tomlin was forced to spring into action after sizing up the pregnant moment.

"Should I go up on the stage?" she graciously quizzed the befuddled Hawkins.

"Oh, yes, please do," responded Mr. Hawkins - who had obviously not even fathomed the dilemma until it was resolved before his eyes due to the quick thinking of a true pro.

As Tomlin stepped up onto the stage, Mr. Reiner was left behind in the dark, so he returned to his seat. Had they forgotten about one of their star attractions?

At this juncture - as if they heard my inner thoughts - Mr. Reiner was asked to join Lily; so he scrambled up the stairs and crossed the stage to take a seat next to the award-winning actress.

A third man, who suddenly appeared to be the host of the chit-chat session, joined them from out-of-the-blue. But, the awkward moments persisted with him at the helm. For example, there was only one large hand-held mic and the off-putting fellow began to hog the spotlight.

Geez!

Finally, guests started to ask the key speakers insightful questions and that got the ball rolling in Reiner and Tomlin's corners.

Much to the crowd's delight.

It's interesting what tid-bits are dredged up in innocent moments of recall.

For instance, Mr. Reiner underscored what a perfectionist Lily was in preparing for her role in "All of Me". At her behest - for example - quality jewels graced her neck to lend authenticity to the scenes in which her wealthy character appeared.

Right you are, Lily. On camera, real gems sparkle like no other; while fakes dangle without any true dazzle.

Then, Lily noted that Steve Martin was so tight with a buck that she sprang for the cost of the security guard to deliver the gems to the set each day.

"What," Reiner asked incredulously, "He told me he paid for that."

The crowd roared.

Yes, Lily noted for the record that she put up the 10,000 smackeroos to cover the cost of insurance and the services of the security guard who surreptitiously appeared each day with a metal suitcase containing the jewels handcuffed to his wrist.

Just like in the movies!

Now, the conversation drifted to their personal lives and the old-world charm of Los Feliz.

"Lily lived in the W.C. Fields mansion," Reiner gushed to an amazed crowd who oohed and aahed among themselves in the footlights at the prospect.

Ms. Tomlin noted that W.C. disliked Deana Durbin's vocalizing (the legendary star was a neighbor, after all) so - to get back at her - he was inclined to gleefully shoot bee-bees at her Swans in the lily pond when she was out of sight.

Apparently, the De Mille house was down the street as well, next to Chaplin's.

Talk about synchronicity! After the discussion about the De Mille house, I picked up the newspaper on the weekend and noticed an article on the history of the home which is currently up for sale.

The restored Beaux Arts estate where the legendary Studio head resided for forty years is 9,700 square feet, sits on 2.1 landscaped acres, and is listed for 26.5 million dollars. Out of my league, to say the least.

On a negative note, Mr. Reiner noted how disgruntled he was with Ronald Reagan in his heady glory days.

The comic noted with disdain that he was at the fateful meeting where Ronnie cast a deciding ballot that resulted in actors being barred from receiving residuals for roles performed in projects prior to the sixties.

"I was shocked by his actions," Reiner recalled.

The veteran performer went on to note that in spite of the fact there was not any legal requirement to do so, his office sent out checks in the sum of $10,000.00 to each actor that was still alive to compensate each for "film clips" the producers facilitated for key scenes in "DEAD MEN DON'T WEAR PLAID".

Admirable, huh?

When asked if he made any efforts to "preserve" his work over the years for posterity, he laughed out loud and quipped,

"I don't have enough time to do my peach preserves."

Apparently, Mr. Reiner has resided in the same home for fifty years. He confesses the interior is jammed to the rafters with letters, memorabilia, old photos, tapes, reels of film, you name it.

"One day, I'll invite historians in and they can take the whole lot," he promised.

There was a roar of approval from the rapt audience who hung on every word.

Carl fondly recalled that during the filming of the feature film - "DEAD MEN" - Edith Head (the celebrated costumer designer) - came to the set each day and rested on a cot in a back room to keep abreast of things. Sadly, she passed to spirit - a shadow of her former self - a week after the project wrapped.

A great lady, surely missed by Mr. Reiner and a host of others.

Mr. Reiner made one astonishing admission on stage.

He turned to Ms. Tomlin and noted for the record that he originally wanted to cast "Lily" for the role of Rob's wife on the "Dick Van Dyke Show".

Boy - that will surely raise eyebrows to a handful of TV Historians - and shock the sensibilities of Mary Tyler Moore, no doubt. After all, if I am not mistaken, part of the folk lore of the show includes reminisces about a frantic search by producers to locate the perfect actress for the role.

Until now, "Ms. Moore" was known to have been the chosen one.

Wonders never cease!

In spite of a sputtering start, the talk fest ended up on a positive note.

Ms. Tomlin proceeded to say a few kind words about Mr. Reiner and the longevity of his remarkable career - in view of his pending "Thomas Ince Award" - to be presented at a formal award ceremony on the weekend at a Backlot Film Festival Gala event.

Will they work together again?

God willing, you bet.

Unconditional Love...unexpected blessings in West Hollywood!


As I waited for the light to change at Robertson, a young woman with an infectious smile approached me with a gift in hand.

"This is given with unconditional love," she softy said.

As the lady sauntered off, I spied a couple of her friends passing out similarly-wrapped packages to other pedestrians on the street.

The curious gift was beautifully wrapped in an exquisite paper shell emblazoned with a star motif, topped by a delightful spray of spritely-colored curly cues.

I surmised that when I excitedly tore open the present, the contents would reveal a promotion of some kind. (not so!)

Ah, cynical ole me!

When I entered Java Detour across the street for a cup of soothing organic tea, a patron's eyes went wide when she spied the offering in my hands.

When I relayed the events, she exclaimed with joy,

"Someone received good fortune and now they have passed it on to you. You are blessed."

Sort of like tithing, I guess. Or giving back to the Universe, eh?

Wouldn't it be a wonderful world if people willy-nilly went about their lives each day - passing out gifts to friends, business associates, and strangers on the street, without any strings attached?

Unconditional giving...

Victor Hugo once said,

"As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled."


The giving tree...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Olympic Torch...Paris. Eternal flame snuffed out, amid cries of fascism!

City of Love erupts...


Activists protest in Paris streets against Human Rights Violations in Tibet...


As expected, a handful of well-organized activists upset the Paris stretch of the Olympic Torch relay yesterday, to protest rights abuses in Tibet.

In contrast to the London protestors, a focused band of rebel-rousers in the eternal "City of Love" - what else can you call 'em? - managed to upset China's stab at a "moment in the sun" from the get-go.

In fact, the torch bearer was hardly down the Eiffel Tower stairs, before activists lunged forward, and angrily shouted,

"Freedom for the Chinese."

They expressed their angst with visual aids, as well. For instance, the spirited interlopers allegedly hung banners from the Eiffel Tower and the Notre Dame Cathedral, depicting the Olympic rings as handcuffs (novel idea!) as they ceremoniously chained themselves to the railings.

And, it appears that the bold-faced efforts garnered results; Chinese Officials were forced to abandon the final stretch of the procession, languishing over the fact that what was supposed to be a joyous tour around the Louvre, the Place de Concorde, and the picturesque Seine River - turned out to be a rocky road to hell and back.

There was some violence, too.

At one point, French activists were thrown into a free-for-all - a fist-fight broke out, for instance - at which point, the activists proceeded to spit on the Pro-Chinese presence as they shouted, "Fascists!"

The Minister of the Interior released a press notice that confirmed there were many arrests - 18 at last count - and that to disperse the raucous crowd tear gas had been used by the French Police.

Lesser crimes of trespassing were levied, as well.

The French are such a dramatic lot, aren't they?

One arrestee wrote "liber" on the right palm - and "te" on the left - so that she was able to flash the meaning of the phrase - Freedom - from a prominent window at the brig where she was being held.

Lawmakers lurched into the fray, too. When the torch passed parliament, about thirty-five government officials responded by angrily shouting, "Freedom for Tibet".

And, Oh my God, the torch was snuffed out on a number of occasions during the course of the melee!

But - apparently - the Olympic flame continued to burn in a Lantern, untouched; subsequently, the original wick was used to re-light the torch every time it returned to a secure area after being extinguished by the angry throngs.

Some were thoroughly disgusted by the day's events,

"A symbol like that, carried by young people who want to deliver a message of peace, should be allowed to pass," scowled Henri Serandour, the French Olympic Committee.

However, the French President - Nicolas Sarkozy - has apparently recognized the potential need to "boycott" the games as well, in the wake of the ongoing heinous crimes against humanity in Tibet.

Sarkozy has issued a press release noting that he'll "watch and see" what transpires in coming weeks; depending on how the drama unfolds in Tibet, he may not attend the opening ceremonies to protest.

The torch relay - which journeys around the globe each occasion the World Games are started up - was meant to highlight China's rising economic and political power.

Over the bloodied bodies of the activists, I expect, at this juncture.

Jean-Paul Sartre once said,

"Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them."


Gas...hits staggering $4.09 a gallon at Mobile; time to cut excise tax! Comparison shop for fuel!

Incentives to buy gas at Independent gas stations...


Well, I wolfed down my breakfast, and headed out the door in the wee hours of dawn.

The gizmo that regulates gas consumption on the dash noted that there were 8 miles left to drive before I would crawl to a stop on "empty".

So, I wheeled into the nearest Gas Station nearby.

Whoa Nellie!

For 87 regular, the pump screamed out at me: $4.09 a gallon!

Could I do better?

I revved up the engine, and roared out of the stall on up the street.

Ah, at Union 76 the price was lower at $3.69.

After the driver in front of me counted out five bucks in nickels and dimes to the cashier (heh dude, times are tough!) I plopped down my credit card and said,

"Fill 'er up, please."

I mean, who knows what the prices will skyrocket to tomorrow, eh?

I guess for those who can commute to work on public transport, Metro Rail is lookin' mighty good.

So, why the escalating prices, and the disparity between the two gas outlets a hop-and-a-skip away from each other, in the same neighborhood?

Unlike other States in the Union, California has a reformulated gas program with stricter regulations than Federally-mandated fuel.

Also, there is the question of hefty taxes...18.4 percent per gallon for Federal excise tax and 18 pennies per gallon for a State excise fee which combine to push up the prices considerably.

Makes 'ya wonder, though.

If the Government - in particular Bush (who appeared to be shocked at the idea of $4.00 a gallon when it was brought to his attention recently) - are so concerned about the hardships that consumers are facing right now, why don't they "cut" the gas tax immediately?

Notwithstanding the foregoing, pump-ready gas is often boosted in price due to the expense of crude oil and refinery costs, market and distrubution expenses, and retail business overhead at the local gas stations.

Odd, that there needs to be that much marketing, though. After all, you can lead a few horses to gas, and they will drink, alright.

You don't need any clever promos to accomplish that.

Of course, costs pertaining to staffing, up-keep, and stocking goods are difficult to avoid; part 'n parcel of doing business, I guess.

But why are the prices all over the map around town?

There is no ceiling on pricing, so owners can charge what they choose. Fortunately for the consumer, proprietors are inclined to price in a competitive range to stay in the game; but, in the future, who knows?

Conversely, some states have mark-up laws that prevent business owners from charging too little. The laws are in place to protect independent gas station owners, so they don't go out of business, due to heavyweights in the industry encroaching on their territory across the nation.

Something tells me bankrupt gas station proprietors are a long way off.

Even if they don't offer up incentives, like smoked ham, to loyal customers.

To prevent unemployment, laws in Oregon require that attendants pump gas...

Monday, April 7, 2008

RAGE...nightclub, Sunday dance party!!! West Hollywood.










When you slip into RAGE - suddenly - you are swept up into a sea of toned sexy twenty-somethin' bods - amid a swirl of scintillating fashions - undulating to the latest pop beat.

On Sunday nights, in particular, there's a lot of high-energy, in-your-face gettin' down on the dance floor, sure to conjure up an adrenalin rush.

Maybe a handful of politicians should drop by and take a gander; after all, there's no racial tension here. Attitudes are left at the door, and a crowd of party-goers - Asians, Latinos, Blacks, and Whites - all mingle and mix for a night of sheer unadulterated fun.

Last night, there was quite a bevy of young beauties on hand - sipping on exotic cocktails, chatting up friends, and sashaying about - casting come-hither looks.

Oh yeah!

In my youth, I wiled away many an hour here; then, usually headed home blasted.

Uh-huh, they didn't call the bar on the corner - "Lost on Larrabee" - for no good reason!

Warning: the trendy crowd is prone to rush the dance floor when the likes of Britney, Justin, Madge, and Alicia pop up on the wide-screens overhead, amid a jubilant laser light show.

Get there early, no cover.

See ‘ya!

Yayoi Kusama...whimsical sculpture delights joggers! Beverly Hills!

Indoor Art installation with signature polka-dots










A whimsical piece of sculpture by artist - Yayoi Kusama - is taking joggers and strollers alike by surprise on the park trail just beyond the flats in Beverly Hills.

Entitled - "Hymn of Life, Tulips" - the bold sprightly-colored three-dimensional work in-the-round instantaneously delights when it reaches out from the distance as you happen upon it.

The eye-catching "Hymn" is crafted in fiberglass, ceramic tile, and steel.

In my mind's eye, Kusama's work is much more appealing that the "Man without a head" down a-ways at another intersection street.

And, is much more aesthetically-pleasing than the dismal "Drummer", by sculptor Barry Flannigan (Beverly Drive & Santa Monica Boulevards).

At last, someone with taste has taken charge of acquisitions in the tony enclave - the end result being - that a significant contribution to the cultural experience in the park for residents and visitors alike to enjoy.

"Hymn" is the first public outdoor sculpture in the United States by the renowned Japanese artist.

Although polka-dots have become her trademark, the artist often experiments with other mediums as well.

Her collages and soft sculptures are stand-outs, in particular!

A recipient of the "Order of the Rising Sun", Yayoi labels herself an "obsessive" artist.

Fortunately; otherwise, "Tulips" may not have seen the light of day in the well-manicured gardens of Beverly Hills.

Moment of Regeneration

Hymn of Life, Tulips

 
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