Well, seems like moving my mother has taken a somewhat difficult turn. It seems her health is failing rapidly, she has had 2 heart attacks last year and diabetes and kidney failure and walked away from that.
But now, anemia has snuck in and she is losing blood and they really can't find out where it's going, although a tumor is possible. Regardless, the weakness caused by the loss of oxygen and blood makes it difficult for her to do anything. She's 87, still has a sister in Michigan who's 96 but I fear she won't last as long.
It's not really unexpected though. I'm here in the town I was born in a hundred years ago, it seems, a different life in a little village of 550 residents, and far away from Hollywood. My first experience with movies was when my mom and dad (he passed away in 2000) took me to see Disney's Living Desert movie.
And once the screen revealed a giant rattlesnake I screamed like hell. So much that mom took me up to the projectionist, Leonard Kominski, who kept me through the rest of the movie. I watched the projector humming and clicking as film ran thru it and was totally fascinated.
And that's where it all began.
From the age of 8 or so I would see every movie that came to the little town, and if it were adult, I would sit by the exit door at the back of the theater and listen to the sound of people talking.
And I knew that someday I would be in Hollywood.
We moved to Windsor and Detroit in the 60's and I went from a town of 550 to nearly 5 million and soaked it up like a sponge. I could actually buy a copy of Variety at a Detroit newsstand and even though I didn't quite understand it, I knew it was about the movies.
And now I'm back at the beginning again, the old theater is still there, and shows 2 movies a week. But this time, I'm not here to celebrate but to compromise in that life isn't beginning, rather it's ending for my mother who reminded me the other day about that night I got scared.
And somehow, it was comforting, and now it is my turn to comfort her.
I'll be posting more later.
I'm traveling to Manitoba to assist my mother in her move to a senior's home, and will be somewhat inconsistent in my blogs for a day or two. I only have access to internet at the local library.
Above is Interstate 15 inUtah.
Oh, and I think I sold a screenplay. More on that later.
Today something different, I want to acknowledge some of the great people who are friends of mine. There are three, all of whom have had their films accepted by film festivals. Two are former students and one is my partner in Travel Day.
Maggie Franks is a mom and surfer in San Clemente as well as taking a few semesters of my UCLA course. She got together a bunch of young filmmakers and her son and made a documentary short called The Board Meeting, described as "two old guys reflect on their past, their future and everything in between at their weekly board meetings". The film was selected by Action on Film International Film Festival in Pasadena CA.
Randy Gifford is another ex-student who made two feature-length movies for $10,000. Yes, 2 movies for ten grand. Talk about low budget. He shot them both in 30 days, using the same actors. Cafe Co-Existence won an award at the Illinois Indie Fest and was also accepted the International Film Festival in Pasadena.
His other film, The Best Sex, was also accepted at Action on Film International Film Festival and also a nomination for Best Actress as well as IndieFest Film Festival in Illinois. And if you want to know how he did it, go to his website www.doubleshotfilms.com. It's also on this blog on the left side, under Materials.
Then there's Shirley Petchprapa, who began this blog with me over a year ago. Shirley will direct Travel Day, which is the reason this blog exists. She made two short films this year that have been accepted internationally.
Roxy has been officially accepted at Marabella International Film Festival in Spain, 63 Degree Fest in Locarno Switzerland and Santa Monica International Film festival.
Tuesday has won for Best Soundscape and is an Official Selection at Indie Spirit Film Festival in Colorado Springs, Frameline 34 Film Festival in San Francisco as well as United San Francisco Film Festival.
Shirley has trailers for both films. Tuesday can be seen at http://issara.net/tuesday/ and Roxy can be seen at http://issara.net/roxy/
We've had a hard year with Travel Day, the ups and downs can break a partnership but ultimately we both respect what we do and I look forward to producing a feature film with Shirley this year.
Good luck to all.
So then the Alberta boys, Sean and Rick, will try to get Emperor of Mars made. For awhile I didn't hear anything, then they called and said someone from Telefilm (the Canadian federal film financing entity) is going to read the script.
A few words about financing films in Canada by Canadians and for Canadians primarily although the Telefilm bureaucrats like to think the films are made for a world-wide audience. There are two separate schools of film in Canada, the English and the French. English Canada which is the majority make English films and rarely anybody in Canada sees them.
Most of the time they don't want to see them. I remember leaving a screening in Calgary of Montenegro, a European film from the 80's. Two men were walking out disappointed, one says to the other "we should have known it would be bad, it was Canadian".
Now the irony was that it wasn't Canadian, it was made by Europeans in Europe. But, at the beginning of the film a credit showed the Canadian film distributor, Pan-Canadian Films. But they were only the distributor. And it was in subtitles!
But I learned what Canadians think of Canadian films. Sure, there is a film community and they all like to think there's a vibrant film industry. But again, Canadian films rarely get seen by anybody except sales to pay-TV outlets. And very few if any make money. One movie about a famous battle in World War I called Paschendale cost $20 million and made back about $5 million and was declared a box office winner and financial success.
I think they're at least $15 million short of even breaking even.
But it was one of the biggest money-makers for English Canada in years. Incidentally the biggest one was probably Porky's, a teen hip, sexy comedy that made over $100 million. But that was made with tax shelter money years ago and Telefilm doesn't like exploitation films.
The French Canadian industry is exactly the opposite. They make excellent films, one even won an Oscar a few years ago as best foreign picture. They have local TV series in Quebec that get bigger ratings then CSI-Miami does.
The reason for this difference is often debated; but here's mine. English Canada tends to make poor copies of American or British films and Quebec makes films from their own identity and there are around 10 million Quebecois who will watch. Simple.
So when the Alberta boys said they were giving it to Telefilm I felt that it would never be accepted. Emperor of Mars was turned down everywhere in Canada and yet it got so much attention in the US not to mention writing jobs on other screenplays. Go figure.
I never heard from them for a few more months. Once in a while, Sean the smooth one would call and say there was "movement", and the tax credits were almost in place. Then no word, until finally the option expired. But they wanted to renew the option for a second year.
Since they had the right to do so, I said ok. But this time the option fee, which was supposed to be $10,000 but down to $2000 the first time, this time was down to $1000. This was after Sean told me he was buying a farm in northern Alberta. Maybe that's where the missing $9000 went.
And again, nobody was offering anything and $1000 is better than nothing. So I said okay again. And again for a whole year the same scenario; someone is gonna read it at Telefilm or someone is going to read it at CBC (our national TV network). Add a few phone calls that it is still "moving" in circles.
Ultimately movement ended in February 2010.
They never called to say good-bye. It's July now and still no call. No renewal, no Sean, no Mike. It was like they were wiped off the face of the planet.
And I have Emperor of Mars back in my hands. So I decided I might as well try to get the project going by myself. I went back through all the executives and producers and readers and friends who had ever read it.
And I began calling them, many had left their jobs, some were higher up on the food chain and others simply gone. Two of them were very interested, an exec at Paramount and an exec at Fox Home Entertainment. Two giant companies.
And this week, a producer who is interested is meeting a distribution company who was very interested in 1997 and while it was the father, the son is going to take a meeting as they say.
What do I think? I think it's best summed up by reggae singer Jimmy Cliff's classic song;
"You can get it if you really want, but you must try, try and try. Try and try."
(Thurs: ex-student successes)
A little story about my Alberta producers, Sean and Rick. About 15 years ago, I was introduced to them by an exec who worked at Porchlight Entertainment. Porchlight specialized in family entertainment.
An agent had set up a meeting for me with Sean and Rick and apparently we were going in to pitch a project that Sean and Rick had. Great, I thought. We met with Joe, the exec, in the boardroom and talked about the story, a family that gets lost in the woods, and it looked like we had a deal.
I stepped out for a coffee and as I stood in their little lunchroom I heard Joe talking to someone on the phone in his office, he was alone. He was talking about the movie we just pitched and then said these words;
"And we're getting a Canadian writer to write it for free."
What?
Stunned? Yes, I was never told this by Sean or Rick. So what do I do?
I waited as our meeting was pretty much over anyways and then as we walked back to our cars, I confronted them. To add insult to injury they said, yes it was for free. But I wasn't told this, otherwise I wouldn't have even taken the meeting.
They both acted hurt, said they got me a job and I didn't want it and that all they were doing was trying to help. Let me say this about that; I wouldn't be able to count the number of times someone has asked me to write for free. Dozens. No, hundreds. Really.
I think producers often think writing a script is like writing a get well card. I left them uncertain and went home.
Later, I thought about it and figured this; it was an easy script to write, I could do it in a few weeks if I had to; and it was almost Christmas and the town would be closed for at least 3 weeks. I also had another card to play.
I wrote the script in 3 weeks and sent it to them. They loved it. No doubt because it didn't cost them anything. They flew down in the new year and we met Joe again. Joe was happy too. But not for long.
Then I asked them to option it. They stared at each other, uncertain and then Sean the smooth one said they couldn't possibly do that, they had no money.
To which I replied that it's all right.
I'll just keep the script and hand it over to my agent who would shop it around to someone who could option it. Family scripts aren't hard to sell.
They stared again. But how could I do that? Wasn't it their script?
No.
Sean and Rick had sent me a contract over Christmas but I never signed it.
The script was mine. Totally for sure, eh?
Two weeks later I got a new contract and an option fee of $2500. The film was eventually never made but I at least squeezed some money from them.
And now they held the option to Emperor of Mars and I couldn't help wondering if they still had some resentment towards me. But I did include them in the commercial pilot's attempt to do Emperor albeit a failure, I still gave them a shot to make a pile of money. I'm a good guy, I wanted to share.
And besides, once again, nobody else was offering a dime. I learned a long time ago that holding out never worked for me, others seem to do it effortlessly, but not me. I say no and they never come back.
Except when I really don't want to do something. I've had a few offers to rewrite screenplays that were awful and I just didn't want to do it because I knew it would be a stressful and horrible experience comparable to that TV series I blogged about a few months ago. And that cost me hand surgery and 3 back surgeries.
My only concern was that I wasn't sure they could raise $5 million in spite of Sean's enthusiasm, the only film they totally financed was about $1.5 million, the other movies they made were almost totally financed by American networks and/or studios.
Someone once said that if we just worked with people we liked, nobody would ever make a movie again.
So let the games begin.
(Mon: Up/Down)
Now that the airline pilot/producer wasn't able to fund Emperor because of winter and some unknown reason about the funders, which he told me was one word, "greedy" which I took to mean some of the several producers might have wanted more money.
When you get a handful of money people in the room, it's like two cats in a file box, there's gonna be trouble. And this was only 5 producers (I'm including all categories of producer title including Executive Producers and Co-producers as well.)
But how about 20 Producers?
20? Twenty?
There once was a very fine British movie called The Wicker Man with Edward Woodward, a great Brit actor. The story is about a policeman who goes to a strange island off the coast of England to find a missing girl. But once on the island he cannot leave. It was produced by Peter Snell.
Then in 2006 an American company remade it as the industry now seems to lean towards comic books, sequels and remakes for their movie ideas. It starred Nicholas Cage, an ok actor but no Edward Woodward. But he can carry a movie, so I'll give Nic that.
This new version of Wicker Man had 20 producers. That means each one of them must have been getting some money.
Was it better because it had 20 producers? What do you think? It was awful, they even changed the ending to a "Happy ending" that we all know audiences prefer. But Nic needs the money and the cost of the movie itself was probably less than his and the producers salaries.
I didn't know it yet, but very soon I would have 2 producers, not 5 and not 20. Two.
About a week after the pilot and I had our rift, Sean, the producer from Alberta called me and said they wanted to make Emperor of Mars. Sean loved it, could see it made in the golden wheatfields of Saskatchewan in the summer. This was December.
They would even option it and pay me, "whatever I wanted" was Sean's words. And I could direct it too. And they would fund it themselves and he went into a financing scheme that they just did by incorporating two provinces and two tax credits. But it was for a $1.5 million movie. Mine was $5 million. Sean said the classic words., "this will be the only project we do this year, Jim".
I said OK, sounds good.
Then his partner, Rick, the quiet one sent me the first draft of the contract. They would option it for 2 years and an option fee of $2000.
An option fee with the guilds, either WGA or WGC, is 10% of the purchase price. The purchase price was $100,000.
And $2000 isn't 10% of $100,000 no matter how you look at it or how much you pay the lawyer. I called Rick and asked if it was a typo? Well, Rick said, they'd had a hard year and inbetween the vacations to Hawaii and Vegas and the property Sean was buying and the hundred bottles of expensive wine he bragged to me about...
They just didn't have the money.
Seems like old times. I was right back to almost the free options again. But right now nobody was offering anything more and they had made 40 movies, albeit financed 80% by US money and the rest was basically tax credits, not equity on their part.,
But nobody else was calling.
So I said OK. Again.
I signed the contract, got my $2000 and then did what writers do when they make a deal.
I waited. And waited.
(Thurs: Promises & Lies)
This is the proposal that Phil came up with, including artwork and detailed information. This is what would be passed to private investors, everything from a poster we created to budget, estimated gross income, schedule and everything else assoicated with mounting a project budgeted at $5 million.
The cost of making this proposal could be in hundreds of dollars, but since we did it ourselves, mostly Phil and his partners, it cost only printing and binding.
Phil even autographed mine, the one you see.
I felt confident that the money could be found, Phil was not comfortable with the Alberta boys, Rick and Sean, but they had around 40 movies completed in the last 10 years, almost all of them with American partners. I couldn't really understand Phil's apprehension as they had almost 40 times as many movies as he had made.
Surely this should prove something; that they can make a movie and that they can work with Americans. But Phil resisted.
Part of it was probably the cost of these two Alberta producers, they would supply the crew, the editing and almost everything else except for the above the line costs, producer, writer, director and stars.
One of the things that happens on these privately financed movies is that the producers usually take a huge fee for themselves, and Phil already had several partners on this project, each wanting a piece of the pie. In fact the budget for above the line was almost $1 million dollars. This is 25% of the budget.
But a new budget made by the Alberta guys took the above the line to $1.7 million, adding more for a lead actor and for their salaries. And yet, keeping it to $5 million. And we would now have 6 producers. Except that the Alberta guys could come in with tax credits that would amount to almost $1 million alone.
This is best explained by saying that at the end of filming, the government of Alberta writes us a check for almost $1 million. And that could go to the investors (usually) or to the producers.
Phil was bent on doing it his way, getting the full budget from an investment group in the U.S. I still felt that the Canadian way was better, mostly because it was essentially a Canadian story; based on my childhood.
An essential part of the film was wheatfields; and as I knew, wheatfields are usually harvested in late summer, sometimes early September. And it was now June. In order to film golden fields of wheat we needed to start production now.
The hardest part of this for me was waiting. Phil would call from Rome or Paris as he was still flying across the world, his real job. He would say they were close, so close and to get ready. Since I couldn't really do anything to help them, I waited.
In July I left for Canada for a regular summer holiday in my hometown, spending time with my mother. I stopped in Montana and had the state film office take me to various locations in case we filmed in Montana, which I knew very well and would enjoy filming it there.
But as the days passed, Phil continued to have problems with his investors, there seemed to be disagreements over who got how much and how it would be divided. Since I was never part of that association, I just heard that it was up or down, or up or maybe down.
Finally, it was August and now, no real chance of the wheatfields being what we needed. In desperation, I called film offices in South America, Australia and even South Africa to see if they had wheatfields in December. And indeed, some did.
Then I got the big call. It was off. The investors, for some reason, couldn't come to an agreement. I wanted to know more but it turned into a bit of a shouting match over telephones with Phil and I.
It was over.
Another shot for the Emperor, and another downed attempt.
(Mon: Never say it's over)
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