Spent most of yesterday at Casa de Bruno. There was R/C plane flying that was kiboshed early due to high winds, and the watching of movies. The big winner was Call of Cthulhu from the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society. It's only 45 minutes or so long, but it's brilliantly done, and on a shoestring budget.
Next in line was The Resurrectionist, which answers the question of why you shouldn't try to make a movie with a super-8 movie camera that you bought on Ebay: a good chunk of the movie had gate registration problems and the image was jumping all over the place. In a way it was a blessing because it overwhelmed the rather atrocious "acting", and the movie ended with a tagline that should have simply been the opening line of the movie. Cast and crew interviews made me want to see them all run over by a truck.
Last but not quite least was Beyond the Wall of Sleep, which was this horribly odd mix. Based on a Lovecraft short story, this movie was apparently shot by a bunch of drunk retarded film school dropouts who blackmailed somebody to get funding. They had almost name actors: William Sanderson (This is my brother Darell and my other brother Darrell), Tom Savini (who did NOT do the makeup), the guy who played the truck driver in Thelma and Louise, A guy from Sling Blade who was Billy Bob Thornton's childhood friend, and some other guys who are actually professional actors.
avindair hated this movie with vehemence. I was looking for the good in it, and there are a few things that I liked: some of the lighting and composition were actually pretty decent. Mostly it looked like a bunch of movie-college frat boys went on a bender and shot a movie while wasted.
We bounced back and forth between the commentary and the actual movie, and slowly grew to despise the frat boys who largely came across as a bunch of drunk assholes. Seems like they managed to piss off a number of actors and crew in the process: there was one mention of a 28-hour shooting day, which is absolutely insane; other actors they had in place (one clamped to a chair for eight hours, one stuck in a metal cage for five), and just generally being asses.
After that we spent some time discussing story ideas until the wee hours of the evening. And lo it was good.