Hey look at that combination of Capitalization!!! But anyway, I have a few bands already on the list or at least pretty good bets. We'll be holding this show in January, probably late in January, gonna find out the date tomorrow. Probably Friday or Saturday. I'll keep everyone posted. Trying to find bands who will do the performance Pro Bono so I can use the door money for the film.
If some of the bands insist on being paid then I'll take a portion of the door money and not the whole thing. DUH! Smart one, Luke.
Thanks for watching and have a good night, Merry Christmas.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
New Casting Call: Angel Mann (F) 30 -40 yo's apply
The casting call is currently for the following role. This role was also posted on the jobs section of fivesprockets.com and will soon be on craigslist no doubt.
Seeking: 30-40 yo Female model/actress to play the lead antagonist role of Angel Mann in the upcoming production of "Angel Maniac". For a summary of the plot and other information see the website listed below.
Character Description: Angel Mann is a 34 yo attractive woman who has been hired by a 28 yo Scrooge-like protagonist named John Whitman after he wins the lottery to be not only his housekeeper but his companion as well. She has experience in the field but seems to hold some deeper secrets as to her identity and a barely perceptible memory of a previous and very different lifestyle. Angel Mann loves dancing of all kinds though she never lets anyone know. She hates cooking and cleaning more than sleeping in John Whitman's bed but is being paid so much by him that she endures it. She is strong-willed yet mercenary, soft and gentle by nature but dominating through years of necessity, and most importantly, she is highly intelligent yet she rarely lets it show.
The remuneration package includes food and gas compensation, a free copy of the finished product on DVD and of course your name in the credits. There is however, no pay besides that except for the possibility of a percentage of profits.
Despite the fact that there is a lot of implied sexuality, there is absolutely no nudity involved nor sexually compromising contact or imagery. The only contact required for the script is a gentle, romantic and innocent kiss scene so be prepared to at some point kiss our protagonist for the sake of art.
With that said, please be aware that your role is that of an enigmatic upscale escort whose bitter past is reflected and magnified in the relationship with the protagonist.
Seeking: 30-40 yo Female model/actress to play the lead antagonist role of Angel Mann in the upcoming production of "Angel Maniac". For a summary of the plot and other information see the website listed below.
Character Description: Angel Mann is a 34 yo attractive woman who has been hired by a 28 yo Scrooge-like protagonist named John Whitman after he wins the lottery to be not only his housekeeper but his companion as well. She has experience in the field but seems to hold some deeper secrets as to her identity and a barely perceptible memory of a previous and very different lifestyle. Angel Mann loves dancing of all kinds though she never lets anyone know. She hates cooking and cleaning more than sleeping in John Whitman's bed but is being paid so much by him that she endures it. She is strong-willed yet mercenary, soft and gentle by nature but dominating through years of necessity, and most importantly, she is highly intelligent yet she rarely lets it show.
The remuneration package includes food and gas compensation, a free copy of the finished product on DVD and of course your name in the credits. There is however, no pay besides that except for the possibility of a percentage of profits.
Despite the fact that there is a lot of implied sexuality, there is absolutely no nudity involved nor sexually compromising contact or imagery. The only contact required for the script is a gentle, romantic and innocent kiss scene so be prepared to at some point kiss our protagonist for the sake of art.
With that said, please be aware that your role is that of an enigmatic upscale escort whose bitter past is reflected and magnified in the relationship with the protagonist.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Rather than a sitcom...
I've been considering the possibility that a sitcom may be too difficult for me to produce at this time, even if I were using the studio of the community television station. Perhaps it would even be more of a milestone in my creative and filmmaking development to make a more dramatic type of serial production.
Tales of Love and Love's Demise
A series of shorts, broadcast in a serial manner which have a dark romance theme in common. Effectively, it could be publicized as the creepiest romance series on community television.
Several ideas for this series:
1) A young woman discovers the secret to eternal youth through a process of intense emotional fluctuations. When a power-hungry pharmaceutical company becomes aware of this extraordinary development they send a sinister man with the intention of acquiring the secret at all costs. The woman, while possessing the secret of perpetual youth, is afflicted with an advanced case of tuberculosis which is beginning to appear increasingly more fatal. She instructs her husband, the only person to whom she has told the secret, not to let the knowledge of perpetual youth be revealed to those who would use it for evil or commercial gain.
She exhorts him to hold out, no matter how much they offer or how dire the situation becomes. The story culminates in a scene where the husband is being confronted by the businessman. The husband is hesitating about rejecting the businessman's offers because he knows that the money can pay for his wife's treatment. He accepts and shortly after sees a ghastly preternaturally pale hand come through the doorway followed by the entirety of her body. Her specter incapacitates the terrified businessman and walks towards her husband.
They embrace and almost kiss when he tries to explain... "All I wanted was a happy ending" to which she replies... "So long as death is life's ending, there can never be any happier one". She then disappears from his arm. The businessman has risen by this point and is standing several feet behind him. The businessman states: "I suppose that means she's dead." to which the husband replies "I'd suppose that too." Businessman... "I assume that means you now have nothing to hold you back from..." He pauses as the husband coughs one quick violent cough and wipes his face to find a speck of blood on his lip. Husband... "You assume too much." Businessman... "What?" Husband as soon as death is life's ending... you'll never get that secret out of me."
I'll tell you the other two later!
Tales of Love and Love's Demise
A series of shorts, broadcast in a serial manner which have a dark romance theme in common. Effectively, it could be publicized as the creepiest romance series on community television.
Several ideas for this series:
1) A young woman discovers the secret to eternal youth through a process of intense emotional fluctuations. When a power-hungry pharmaceutical company becomes aware of this extraordinary development they send a sinister man with the intention of acquiring the secret at all costs. The woman, while possessing the secret of perpetual youth, is afflicted with an advanced case of tuberculosis which is beginning to appear increasingly more fatal. She instructs her husband, the only person to whom she has told the secret, not to let the knowledge of perpetual youth be revealed to those who would use it for evil or commercial gain.
She exhorts him to hold out, no matter how much they offer or how dire the situation becomes. The story culminates in a scene where the husband is being confronted by the businessman. The husband is hesitating about rejecting the businessman's offers because he knows that the money can pay for his wife's treatment. He accepts and shortly after sees a ghastly preternaturally pale hand come through the doorway followed by the entirety of her body. Her specter incapacitates the terrified businessman and walks towards her husband.
They embrace and almost kiss when he tries to explain... "All I wanted was a happy ending" to which she replies... "So long as death is life's ending, there can never be any happier one". She then disappears from his arm. The businessman has risen by this point and is standing several feet behind him. The businessman states: "I suppose that means she's dead." to which the husband replies "I'd suppose that too." Businessman... "I assume that means you now have nothing to hold you back from..." He pauses as the husband coughs one quick violent cough and wipes his face to find a speck of blood on his lip. Husband... "You assume too much." Businessman... "What?" Husband as soon as death is life's ending... you'll never get that secret out of me."
I'll tell you the other two later!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Something Missing with Russian Subtitles?!!!
Hey... How awesome would it be to have Russian subtitles for my short film... Something Missing. A friend of mine from... Russia (go figure)... is going to republish the file on youtube with Russian subtitles. How cool is that?!!!!
Stay tuned for the update. He said sometime tomorrow.
Stay tuned for the update. He said sometime tomorrow.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Feedback on Script Concepts
I've been watching the way that critique sites on the internet are almost rude to people who just want feedback on their idea before they write. They say that there should be written material to even begin to critique. I, for one, appreciate those people whose ideas are still in that honeymoon stage of "wouldn't this make a good movie".
I would like to offer my humble critique or even just an extra opinion. You know. Something to get the wheels turning from a new perspective could be just the thing needed for a great beginning.
I have a few ideas for a sitcom. I'll load up a poll for it and describe them in detail in the posts so that people can both vote and comment. I would be happy to structure the same opportunity for anyone who contacts me with a request for such.
For my ideas:
When an attractive and gleeful clown suffers head injuries in an automobile accident, the resulting alter personality becomes the most stoic and aggressive crime-fighter Milwaukee has ever known.
or
In a world where monotony grows on the walls of office cubicles, a laid-off corporate manager stereotype is forced to exchange her rigid livelihood for a workplace where amusement is everything.
or
When a set of brother and sister extraterrestrials come to Earth for a Doctoral Project in Cow Science, they like the planet so much that they must fit in where Earthlings eat food and they eat emotions.
I would like to offer my humble critique or even just an extra opinion. You know. Something to get the wheels turning from a new perspective could be just the thing needed for a great beginning.
I have a few ideas for a sitcom. I'll load up a poll for it and describe them in detail in the posts so that people can both vote and comment. I would be happy to structure the same opportunity for anyone who contacts me with a request for such.
For my ideas:
When an attractive and gleeful clown suffers head injuries in an automobile accident, the resulting alter personality becomes the most stoic and aggressive crime-fighter Milwaukee has ever known.
or
In a world where monotony grows on the walls of office cubicles, a laid-off corporate manager stereotype is forced to exchange her rigid livelihood for a workplace where amusement is everything.
or
When a set of brother and sister extraterrestrials come to Earth for a Doctoral Project in Cow Science, they like the planet so much that they must fit in where Earthlings eat food and they eat emotions.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
My so far only finished creation...
Here is the only existing, filmed and edited production of Luke Bradford Knowles... Hopefully there are many more to come.
See above
See above
To have your sample featured here...
If you would like to share your sample with all of my viewers and propagate your good name then please feel free. Send me a brief email explaining your interest to luke.bradford.knowles@gmail.com and we can get things rolling.
I look forward to your interesting posts.
I look forward to your interesting posts.
Favorite Page: Fraulein Fox
FRITZ
Well, how do they say it? Payback is a
bitch.
HERMANN
And so are you.
Fritz reaches forward to hit Hermann who smirks and dodges his assaults.
AARIKA
Fine. Kill each other for all I care.
There is a knock on the window. Aarika rolls it down. Janice is standing next to the car.
JANICE
(bubbly)
I'm gonna guess you're Aarika.
AARIKA
Ja, that is true. I have come
to...
JANICE
Yeah, of course to have me look
at the designs for the first
Fraulein Fox outfit.
AARIKA
Ja. You remember even more than
I recall telling you.
HERMANN
I don't like it...
(to Janice)
You don't look German.
JANICE
Well, Admiral Hartmann. A gal doesn't
have to be German to know things.
FRITZ
How do you know our names? You
haven't been watching us. Have you?
JANICE
Let me talk to your top model first.
Then I can tell you everything you need
to know.
FRITZ
Alright, but would you tell me now if
you know about the evening with those
three Dutch ladies back in '48?
Everybody stares at Fritz with shock on their faces.
JANICE
I wasn't plannin' on bringin' it up,
actually.
AARIKA
I do not want to hear that story.
JANICE
You won't have to. I want to speak to
you in private, Fraulein Fox.
AARIKA
(to Fritz and Hermann)
Find something to keep yourselves busy.
I want no black eyes or bloody noses when
I come back.
HERMANN
I don't want to stay here. What will
I do, the whole time?
AARIKA
Didn't you bring something to read?
HERMANN
No. Why would I? I thought we would
all be going in.
AARIKA
Well, the owner's manual for the car is
in that compartment there. If you like,
you can browse through that.
HERMANN
Hmm, nein. I will kiss a Frenchman before
I will do that.
JANICE
Suit yourself.
(to Aarika)
Come on, hun.
Hermann notices that Fritz is making faces at him.
HERMANN
You want your Polish ass kicked.
Don't you.
FRITZ
I'm not Polish. You're the Polish one
here.
They try to grab each other once again. Aarika sighs, smiles at Janice and steps out of the car.
Well, how do they say it? Payback is a
bitch.
HERMANN
And so are you.
Fritz reaches forward to hit Hermann who smirks and dodges his assaults.
AARIKA
Fine. Kill each other for all I care.
There is a knock on the window. Aarika rolls it down. Janice is standing next to the car.
JANICE
(bubbly)
I'm gonna guess you're Aarika.
AARIKA
Ja, that is true. I have come
to...
JANICE
Yeah, of course to have me look
at the designs for the first
Fraulein Fox outfit.
AARIKA
Ja. You remember even more than
I recall telling you.
HERMANN
I don't like it...
(to Janice)
You don't look German.
JANICE
Well, Admiral Hartmann. A gal doesn't
have to be German to know things.
FRITZ
How do you know our names? You
haven't been watching us. Have you?
JANICE
Let me talk to your top model first.
Then I can tell you everything you need
to know.
FRITZ
Alright, but would you tell me now if
you know about the evening with those
three Dutch ladies back in '48?
Everybody stares at Fritz with shock on their faces.
JANICE
I wasn't plannin' on bringin' it up,
actually.
AARIKA
I do not want to hear that story.
JANICE
You won't have to. I want to speak to
you in private, Fraulein Fox.
AARIKA
(to Fritz and Hermann)
Find something to keep yourselves busy.
I want no black eyes or bloody noses when
I come back.
HERMANN
I don't want to stay here. What will
I do, the whole time?
AARIKA
Didn't you bring something to read?
HERMANN
No. Why would I? I thought we would
all be going in.
AARIKA
Well, the owner's manual for the car is
in that compartment there. If you like,
you can browse through that.
HERMANN
Hmm, nein. I will kiss a Frenchman before
I will do that.
JANICE
Suit yourself.
(to Aarika)
Come on, hun.
Hermann notices that Fritz is making faces at him.
HERMANN
You want your Polish ass kicked.
Don't you.
FRITZ
I'm not Polish. You're the Polish one
here.
They try to grab each other once again. Aarika sighs, smiles at Janice and steps out of the car.
Sample: Fraulein Fox the Fashion Nazis
Fraulein Fox
by
Luke Bradford Knowles
EXT. - RAINY CITY SIDESTREET – DAY, OVERCAST AND RAINING
There is a figure in a black trenchoat and dark hat pacing back and forth. The figure stops periodically as if listening and then continues its patrol. Suddenly, there is the sound as of something being crushed underfoot. The figure wheels about with his hand on his holster. He sees Aarika standing a few feet from him.
FRITZ
Can I help you, Miss?
AARIKA
Not unless you can do one of two
things.
FRITZ
And what would they be. Pray tell?
AARIKA
Get my car a full tank of gas or show
me the door to the secret council.
FRITZ
(with a patronizing chuckle)
And what council would that be?
AARIKA
(smiling just as patronizingly)
I'd think that it is the council you
are being doorman for.
FRITZ
My dear, I have no idea what you are
talking about.
Aarika reaches forward and grabs him by the arm. She spins him around before he realizes what is going on. She holds his arm painfully behind his back.
AARIKA
Listen to me, little man. I've been
bred from a race of conquerors. Raised
with the weight of defeat on my heart.
Grown strong in the defiance of that
weight. Become thirsty for blood and
revenge...
FRITZ
(interrupting)
And a junior double burger, hold the onions.
Are you quite finished, Little Miss Psychopath?
Aarika tightens her grip and speaks more forcefully. Fritz flinches and squirms.
AARIKA
Actually, I think that's a great idea
Herr Funnyman. How about a burger with
everything, eyeballs, tongue slices, liver
spleen and all between two arrogant,
egotistical buns. Do you think I'm
capable or are you going to joke with me
again?
FRITZ
Alright... I'll do what you want. Just
let me down.
Aarika considers the request momentarily and then sets him down. Fritz regains his composure, briefly massages his arm and shoulder then extends his hand as if expecting her to give him something.
AARIKA
(puzzled)
What do you want?
FRITZ
Your keys... I'll go get you a full
tank of gas.
Aarika is visibly enraged and is about to hit him when her cellphone rings. She stops herself from hitting Fritz and reaches into her pocket. She picks up the phone call.
AARIKA
Hello?
HERMANN V.O.
Frau Fuchs?
AARIKA
Who is calling, please?
HERMANN V.O.
This is Admiral Hermann Hartman.
Please enter the back door and then
take the door to the left immediately
inside. This door leads down to the
basement and our council.
AARIKA
Oh, of course, Admiral.
HERMANN V.O.
And make sure that Doctor Konig
comes as well.
INT. - SPARSELY FURNISHED BASEMENT – DIM INTERIOR LIGHT
Hermann is standing by a table with his hands placed behind his back in a very stately manner. When he hears the sound coming from the stairs, he turns slowly and looks at the two individuals who are now standing in front of him. Aarika is hunched over because of the low hanging ceiling and the fact that she is five foot eleven.
HERMANN
Frau Fuchs? I presume.
AARIKA
You are correct, Admiral Hartman. You
look just as old as you appeared in the
old photographs.
HERMANN
HMM.
AARIKA
I mean... you seem to be in your usual
good health.
HERMANN
Yes... I was hoping that you would come
to your senses and realize that
I am not a day older than I was in
1945.
by
Luke Bradford Knowles
EXT. - RAINY CITY SIDESTREET – DAY, OVERCAST AND RAINING
There is a figure in a black trenchoat and dark hat pacing back and forth. The figure stops periodically as if listening and then continues its patrol. Suddenly, there is the sound as of something being crushed underfoot. The figure wheels about with his hand on his holster. He sees Aarika standing a few feet from him.
FRITZ
Can I help you, Miss?
AARIKA
Not unless you can do one of two
things.
FRITZ
And what would they be. Pray tell?
AARIKA
Get my car a full tank of gas or show
me the door to the secret council.
FRITZ
(with a patronizing chuckle)
And what council would that be?
AARIKA
(smiling just as patronizingly)
I'd think that it is the council you
are being doorman for.
FRITZ
My dear, I have no idea what you are
talking about.
Aarika reaches forward and grabs him by the arm. She spins him around before he realizes what is going on. She holds his arm painfully behind his back.
AARIKA
Listen to me, little man. I've been
bred from a race of conquerors. Raised
with the weight of defeat on my heart.
Grown strong in the defiance of that
weight. Become thirsty for blood and
revenge...
FRITZ
(interrupting)
And a junior double burger, hold the onions.
Are you quite finished, Little Miss Psychopath?
Aarika tightens her grip and speaks more forcefully. Fritz flinches and squirms.
AARIKA
Actually, I think that's a great idea
Herr Funnyman. How about a burger with
everything, eyeballs, tongue slices, liver
spleen and all between two arrogant,
egotistical buns. Do you think I'm
capable or are you going to joke with me
again?
FRITZ
Alright... I'll do what you want. Just
let me down.
Aarika considers the request momentarily and then sets him down. Fritz regains his composure, briefly massages his arm and shoulder then extends his hand as if expecting her to give him something.
AARIKA
(puzzled)
What do you want?
FRITZ
Your keys... I'll go get you a full
tank of gas.
Aarika is visibly enraged and is about to hit him when her cellphone rings. She stops herself from hitting Fritz and reaches into her pocket. She picks up the phone call.
AARIKA
Hello?
HERMANN V.O.
Frau Fuchs?
AARIKA
Who is calling, please?
HERMANN V.O.
This is Admiral Hermann Hartman.
Please enter the back door and then
take the door to the left immediately
inside. This door leads down to the
basement and our council.
AARIKA
Oh, of course, Admiral.
HERMANN V.O.
And make sure that Doctor Konig
comes as well.
INT. - SPARSELY FURNISHED BASEMENT – DIM INTERIOR LIGHT
Hermann is standing by a table with his hands placed behind his back in a very stately manner. When he hears the sound coming from the stairs, he turns slowly and looks at the two individuals who are now standing in front of him. Aarika is hunched over because of the low hanging ceiling and the fact that she is five foot eleven.
HERMANN
Frau Fuchs? I presume.
AARIKA
You are correct, Admiral Hartman. You
look just as old as you appeared in the
old photographs.
HERMANN
HMM.
AARIKA
I mean... you seem to be in your usual
good health.
HERMANN
Yes... I was hoping that you would come
to your senses and realize that
I am not a day older than I was in
1945.
Try, Try Again: The Tale of "Fraulein Fox"
In the days before I conceived the notion of Time-bending War-Era Nazis starting a line of fashionable woman's clothing, I didn't think that I could produce a feature film. I had produced a single, scripted short film, something about Islam and hummus and things like that.
When I decided that I wanted to make a feature film, I worked constantly, day and night. I would boldly go up to potential assets like no man had gone before and quite soon I had the props, the locations and the professed interest of a full cast. As I said in a previous post, the vast majority bailed on me before we could even get any filming done.
What did I learn? I learned that it's not just idealism, rugged determination and genius that make a feature film. There must be a source of monetary support.
Please stay tuned for a sample of "Fraulein Fox: The Fashion Nazis"
I also encourage you to send me any screenplay samples that you would like posted on this blog. Please only send the first four pages minus the cover page and a favorite page if you so desire.
When I decided that I wanted to make a feature film, I worked constantly, day and night. I would boldly go up to potential assets like no man had gone before and quite soon I had the props, the locations and the professed interest of a full cast. As I said in a previous post, the vast majority bailed on me before we could even get any filming done.
What did I learn? I learned that it's not just idealism, rugged determination and genius that make a feature film. There must be a source of monetary support.
Please stay tuned for a sample of "Fraulein Fox: The Fashion Nazis"
I also encourage you to send me any screenplay samples that you would like posted on this blog. Please only send the first four pages minus the cover page and a favorite page if you so desire.
Conundrum of the Week I
So, here I am, sitting on my couch... blogging about something I should be doing right now. If there was any way that I could find, say... 1 or 2 grand (in US$, though it would be cool if it were in ruble) then I wouldn't sleep for the next two days. Sometimes it feels like that is all it would take to make a movie.
I've tried to make a feature before, using only what props I could scrounge up, what actors would do it for free, and my handy camcorder complete with... um... broken tripod. I thought I had everything in place, right up until the first rehearsal came around and only one cast member could make it. It dawned on me then. It dawned on me that you can't make a feature film with volunteer personnel based on the ratio of hours required and total compensation.
However, I do not want to give the impression that this is my dead end. I am merely briefly lamenting my situation. I'd like to get you more or less acquainted with my situation before I start professing my love for my dreams and aspirations. Just know that I have been there and done that when it comes to making and attempting to make movies.
Next up in the blog is the tearful tale of my experiences trying to produce my first feature film.
PS: I'm not going to make it overly dramatic like I did to this post.
I've tried to make a feature before, using only what props I could scrounge up, what actors would do it for free, and my handy camcorder complete with... um... broken tripod. I thought I had everything in place, right up until the first rehearsal came around and only one cast member could make it. It dawned on me then. It dawned on me that you can't make a feature film with volunteer personnel based on the ratio of hours required and total compensation.
However, I do not want to give the impression that this is my dead end. I am merely briefly lamenting my situation. I'd like to get you more or less acquainted with my situation before I start professing my love for my dreams and aspirations. Just know that I have been there and done that when it comes to making and attempting to make movies.
Next up in the blog is the tearful tale of my experiences trying to produce my first feature film.
PS: I'm not going to make it overly dramatic like I did to this post.
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