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04 August 2017

Kid Brother: Coming to Theaters 9.15.17!

With a concrete release date of September 15th, Kid Brother is officially slated for release at the Phoenix Theatres Laurel Park location in Michigan, with a special event being planned at the State Wayne Theatre on September 13th! This has been one of the hardest and best things I have ever been a part of, a truly surreal experience at which I still find my self marveling. My brother and I are thrilled to be able to realize this dream and take the first steps toward developing future projects.

Movies have always been one of the great loves of our lives, framing our dreams, hopes and goals since we were kids hunkered in bedrooms whispering about imagined Mad Max sequels, or working out no budget special effects for a high school mythology project, or simply basking in the escapist wonder of another world. And it is incredible to think that with Kid Brother we are, in some infinitesimal way, contributing a thread to the grand tapestry of cinema.

But we have more stories we want to tell. More threads we want to weave. And with a little luck and a lot of hard work, we may just manage to lengthen that tapestry a bit more.

14 July 2017

Kid Brother is almost finished!

Our little movie is almost done! We are excited to announce that Kid Brother will be playing in a few theaters around the Metro Detroit area in mid September, so look out for it. In the meantime, if any of you kind folks can find a way to help me spread the word, we have started a crowdfunding campaign to help us with the post production costs and get the word out. The more people that can check it out, the better.

The campaign:

Or click the poster below!

24 June 2017

I'm baaaack

I crunched the numbers and it looks like..yep..yeah..it's been one million years since my last post. For that, I apologize to the zeroes of people who check this blog. But I have some great news! An amazing thing happened last year/this year: my brother and I made a danged movie! It's called Kid Brother and it's a no-budget feature film due out this Fall. We are very excited, and hopefully this (along with our @kidbrothermovie Twitter account) will be a good place to deliver updates and keep track of the film's post production process. It has been a dream come true, and with a little luck this will be a project that helps put us in a position to make the films we truly want to make. Check out the trailer below, and stayed tuned for more updates!

18 June 2015

Inside Out

directed by Pete Docter & Ronaldo Del Carmen

I have long held the position that Pixar’s magnificent film Wall-E is a jewel in Cinema's crown and a film that represents the animation studio’s high water mark, the crest of a spectacular wave of artistic achievements that include Toy Story 1 and 2, Monsters Inc, Finding Nemo, The Incredibles and Ratatouille (how’s that for a resume?). The waters have receded over the years but behold, the tides may be rising again! I’m talking about Pixar’s newest classic (and it is a bona fide classic, to be sure) Inside Out, a candy colored ass kicker that packs some serious metaphorical heft. Frankly, when I sat down at this year’s CinemaCon to watch this movie, I was utterly unprepared for such a cosmic wallop. Perhaps it’s because being a new father to 2 little ladies has given me a new perspective (and with it a seemingly endless supply of worries, fears and anxieties that will surely drive up the price of antacid stocks the world over), but the way in which Docter, Del Carmen et al both contextualize and personify such abstractions as memory, self perception and happiness was terrifying, uproarious, melancholic, lovely and, in a word, revelatory. The bogglingly intricate clockwork of a child’s developing mind (according to the film) is made instantly accessible thanks to a wonderful script and phenomenal vocal talents (including Amy Poehler, Mindy Kaling, Phyllis Smith, Bill Hader and Lewis Black). Riley, the little girl around whom the story revolves, is a cross country transplant struggling with having to start over in a new place, while internally her emotions grapple with their own trouble when a few of Riley core memories (of which her sense of self is comprised) are accidentally ejected from their stronghold. A mission to retrieve said core memories finds Joy (Poehler, just wonderful) and Sadness (a crucial Phyllis Smith) scrambling through every corner of Riley’s brain, from her imagination to her subconscious. There’s cutesiness to spare, to be sure, but the bravery to tell a complicated and grand story like this and actually allow for such ambiguity (I won’t spoil anything but I will say the film has no easy answers to any of the questions it poses) was a wonderfully unnerving experience for me (mainly because, in the broadest sense, I have come to expect certain themes and tones from certain genres of film). For me, Riley represented my girls, which probably is what caused this film to resonate so strongly with me, but I am sure you don’t need to be a parent to get caught up in storytelling this capable. Inside Out is hell of a thing, a picture that surprises you at every turn. Look alive, Academy!

20 May 2015

Mad Max: Fury Road

directed by mastermind George Miller
Some children muse over having super powers, or winning a shopping spree at a toy store, or the dazzling magic of an endless summer. It was with the same amount of zeal, reverence and conviction that my little brother and I used to spend hours debating what another Mad Max movie would be like, such was our love for those films. Hours spent pondering plot points and characters, using the trilogy’s clues to inform this fantasy film, to will it to life if only in our imaginations. One such high water mark was when we realized that a new actor could play Max, taking up the name for either personal gain that blooms into altruism or, possibly more interestingly, reasons that remained cloudy and selfish. And maybe the real Max comes back!... And maybe…! 

For years that was enough, but now, in 2015, like a breath of fresh, sand and exhaust choked air, Mad Max: Fury Road is a thing that exists, and I couldn’t be happier.

Much has already been said of mastermind (my favorite part of the trailer!) George Miller’s fourth Mad Max film, so I will not bore you with lengthy academic theses pertaining to the much needed (for film in general, I mean) feminist approach to the narrative, the amazingly strong performances by Charlize Theron and Tom Hardy, or the gutpunch elegance of the action. What I will say is that I find Miller to be masterful at crafting dystopian cultures that mirror the deterioration of societal values in the wake of literal, technological destruction. Just as modernity has crumbled, so has the modern mind, leaving to thrive in this wasteland the brutish, oppressive mankind of an earlier time. Immortan Joe espouses the virtues of a pseudo comitatus relationship between himself, his Warboys and his precious commodities, water he withholds from the unwashed masses and his collection of “wives”.  It’s a hodgepodge of misremembered anthropology, junk history and poisoned philosophy tainted by psychotic megalomania, a pastiche that cultivates the veil of control. Additionally, another element of modernity lost to nuclear war (alluded to in the preamble) is the quest for progress. No one in Max’s world is working on re-industrializing society, or making medicine, or building a school, and even Furiousa, the most sympathetic character in all 4 films, doesn’t seemed concerned with such lofty pursuits. Perhaps that’s the point to Miller, that in such a brutal, chaotic world, the desire to save another life is lofty enough.  In any case, for the little boy who spent a lot of time pondering a fourth Mad Max film, even to the point of having unreasonable expectations, Fury Road delivered on all fronts. And for that, little BC can begin again with the speculation of what a fifth addition might look like…

17 February 2015

Starred Up

directed by David Mackenzie

David Mackenzie will (for me, that is) forever be known as the match that ignited the stick of Jack O’Connell TNT, and Starred Up is, from a debut perspective, on par with Ryan Gosling’s criminally under seen performance in The Believer. Prison movies have a long history, and such modern classics as A Prophet or Hunger have elevated the genre in beautiful, grim, affecting ways. With Starred Up, Mackenzie has taken the family dynamic of prison life and added the twist of having a literal family dynamic play out in the form of a father and son struggle. O’Connell is Eric Love, a teenage offender whose violent behavior in juvie has gotten him bumped, or starred up, into full grown prison. Love is no stranger to the system, and the opening sequence plays out like a perfectly tuned procedural in which every person (Love included) know their roles. In a place where actions, looks, and subtlety mean so much, Mackenzie and O’Connell play each scene with minimalist perfection. That is, unless the scene calls for maximalism, in which case O’Connell goes supernova in all the right ways, evoking the wildness of a caged thing with such emotive force that I felt like cowering in my own living room. Ben Mendhelsohn is one of the most reliably spectacular actors of his generation, and his Neville Love is an understated coil of unknowable complexity that hints at so much more beneath the surface. Starred Up is a stellar gut punch that should have been on all sort of “Best of 2014" lists. Go see it.

06 February 2015


directed by Steven Knight

I suppose he had it in him all along, it just took nearly 50 shit kicking LBs of intimidate-the-pee-out-of-your-bladder muscle to get me to pay attention. But my attention Tom Hardy now has, now and forevermore. Since his career defining performance (to date, that is, for I am sure he has a fair few like that in him) in Bronson, Hardy has been bringing the heat to virtually every role he has taken on (let’s all continue to block This Means War from our collective memories like some sort of trauma). And he rises to quite a tall order as the titular Ivan Locke, a concrete man whose life unravels over the course of a 90 minute car ride. Quite literally, the film follows Locke (Hardy is the only actor seen in the film) as he sits in the driver’s seat of his BMW, making phone calls, blowing his nose and making the occasional lane change. It sounds about as riveting as a ham sandwich, and most of the time, a movie such as this would be nothing more than a gimmick film, a ploy to gain some undeserved attention, for gimmick films like this almost always fall short in terms of content. But in Steven Knight’s (Eastern Promises, Peaky Blinders) deft hands, Locke’s story is at once compelling and fresh. I found myself fully invested in each moment, which is a testament to Knight’s writing as much as it is Hardy’s wonderful performance. Locke is a prime example of effortless, simple, organic storytelling and what wonders we can achieve when we cut away the fat of contemporary classicist excess.