Rave On!—Honorary Albuquerque citizen Richard Griffin (director of zombified social satire Feeding the Masses and director of photography on legendary local gore-fest The Stink of Flesh) is currently in town to shoot Billy Garberina's multi-monstered horror comedy Necroville. Griffin is taking the opportunity to show off his latest directing effort, Raving Maniacs. The film--co-written by The Toxic Avenger IV: Citizen Toxie's Trent Haaga--concerns a group of hip, young people who find themselves confronted by a group of drug-addled, blood-crazed ghouls at an all-night rave. The film will screen one night only, April 29, at 10:30 p.m. at the Guild Cinema in Nob Hill. Griffin will be on hand to introduce the film and do a Q&A afterward. Log on to www.scorpiofilmreleasing.com/rave/rave.html for more info and show up early as seating will be limited!
Director Judy Irving's soon-to-be cult classic nature documentary, The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, is unusual for a number of reasons. First of all, it takes place not in the Great Wide Open, but in the tiny pockets of green that dot urban San Francisco. Second of all, it spends as much if not more time exploring man as beast.
After The Boxer in 1997, British actor Daniel Day-Lewis went into a state of semiretirement, emerging briefly to nab an Academy Award nomination for his work on Martin Scorsese's Gangs of New York. Since then, he's returned to the retired life, but was lured back to the big screen by none other than his wife, filmmaker Rebecca Miller. After all, what's the point of marrying one of the world's most respected actors if you can't force him to star in your film?
There are those Biblical scholars, conspiracy theorists and religious “fringe” figures who comb through the Bible Code, the Da Vinci Code or whatever for subtle clues to our planet's impending future. I say they're wasting their time. There's no need to strain your eyes and your imagination looking for signs of the apocalypse in ancient history. All you need to do is keep your eyes peeled to popular culture. Take, for example, this chilling tidbit ripped right from the pages of People magazine: Last week, “American Idol” host Ryan Seacrest was given his very own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. ... People, if there's a clearer sign of the our culture's doom, I don't know what it could be.