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Quick notes.

The Linings finally mixed and mastererd, delivered to the band with satisfaction on both sides. Available on Sunday on facebook.

Finally decided to try some of the complex music-making iPhone apps – I just bought Nanostudio. Will be the next album made on iPhone? Probably not, but some of the commercial tunes probably yes.

Mods working on some ice hockey championship sponsorship commercials , preparing another 3 shoots.

WIP on Outbreak project and some very own advertising projects.

Being busy. Sometimes extremely, sometimes it’s just a normal moderate stress helping me to wake up early.

Cold for three weeks.

Next music-development stage for the motion picture Poupata is the task for the upcoming weekend.

Writing new songs for The Prostitutes’ new album.

Having a quick training of “relaxing on the go” helping me to get relaxed in a second.

Having a good time in general.

Sunday?

It’s snowing outside. Lazy Sunday, but I would like to clean at least a part of my 2010 table. So, first of all, rewrite the GE Money treatment. Again. Then start up the Logic and continue on two projects: to finish the bloody Linings project (Linings are not bloody, bloody me that I can’t finalize it) – hopefully Dušan will help me with the mix and mastering – and then a little bit of trance dance again – this time for the movie score I am working on. Three strip-show scenes from a redneck town – three dance floor smash hits. The pleasure is mine.
Then some office work, answering some PR questions and preparation for tomorrow’s work on another advertising tender. The Prostitutes rehearsal is in the evening. The Berlin’s release party of Hometown Zombies is near, January 13th already plus I am testing and learning Boss Loop Station RC-20XL I got from my girlfriend as a Christmas present. Mark Zinner was the inspiration.

Sunday like any other.

Reading: Down The Higway, The life of Bob Dylan.
Listening: Radio 1 Annual Top Chart

Balls out.

directed by Mods
cinematography by Karel Fairaisl
produced by Kristina Šedivá
production Nikola Böhmová
editor Petr Mrkous
sound Roman Sečkař
sound mix and music Martin Přikryl
balls design and costume concept Kristina Šedivá
balls development DP Image
costumes Lela Geislerová
make up Tereza Patočková & Jana Nováková
casting Kateřina Oujezdská
location scout Ondřej Havlík
grading/Spirit operator Ondřej Štibingr
online/Flame operator Rasťo Šimočko
UPP production Magdalena Halamová
assistant of production/set design Jan Štěpánek
1st AD Lukáš Viznar
special visual post production SFX Tomáš Hájek
storyboard artist Petr Fousek

Special thanx to Simona Halíková at Barrandov Studio – filmové laboratoře, Naďa Marková at Michael Samuelson lighting, Jindřich Čipera at Vantage camera rental, UPP, Honza Trnka and Marek Šulista, Renata Němcová (nadace Krtek)

Very special thanx to actors and balls: Adrian Bell, Luk Santiago, Adam Piaf and Stevie LFO, Martin Pechlát, Jiří Mádl, Eva Leimbergerová, David Máj, DJ Robot, Mejla Kukulský, Lukáš Rumlena, Pavel Homér, Simon Ruffskank, Petr Vaňek, Jana Plodková, Markéta Stehlíková, Juliana Johanidesová, Tomáš Měcháček, Alžběta Přikrylová, Šimon Přikryl, Magdalena Němcová, Ema Kinterová, Matěj Převrátil, Bára Trnková, Karolína Trnková, Viktorka Cabanová, Viktorie Šmeralová, Vanessa Lenková

Mods on a free-ride.

There is a brand new website of Mods with complete showreel divided into commercials, music videos and miscellaneous stuff called virals & shorts (usually short videos for low budget marketing projects and a couple of festival jingles).

We are now free for booking as we closed our 5-years-lasting exclusive contract with Bistro Films (but keeping the good cooperation still on).

We also finished the balls commercial (a charity commercial against testicles cancer) which I will publicize here on Monday.

Good job indeed.

Last night we were watching The Bank Job, a true story based 2008 crime drama by Roger Donaldson, coincidentally with the last British news just running into press in the same time.

Yes, British imperium as well as the American, has a lot to hide and must play a higher games than we, mortals, do play everyday. We do the little lies, they do the important ones. In contrast to actual “oil justice” case, which injects literally oil into blood of every honest citizen and Lockerbie survivors especially and puts UK government and secret services into a public doubt, The Bank Job describes with a slightly romantic license a forty years old unbelievable story of a bank robbery on behalf of preservation of royal family credit and national security.

It tells a story which in the end of the day is, lets say, slightly uplifting having in mind what’s going on in todays world. Starts as a traditional robbery story, with couple of losers in need having a chance for a change, but reasons and results are quickly multiplied and in less than two hours climax into justifying scenery where the British old-time Robin Hood complex is totally fulfilled raising questions about guilt of “small” criminals in comparison to “big” criminals. The happy ending (omitting several main characters’ death) and breathtaking robbery-story describes a job booked through beautiful Martine by MI-5 or 6 to get rid of couple of nude/porn pictures of the british princess allowing wiping out one black activist, a serious danger, being a pimp and pusher in the same time. Corruption everywhere and against it stands a bunch of little swindlers with Terry in front having stronger fundamentals that the holy kingdom. Superb casting, beautiful cars, stylish outfits, the real british criminal feel. Quality evening entertainment with a little bit of “lateral after-thinking” if you wish.

I like music videos with bands in it.

Really. It’s all about the band and not about the director’s exhibition which is so often so wrong. And there’s nothing bad about it if the band has an attitude as these boys. Nothing breakthrough but a solid music video reminding old days when the music was the main part and the exotic location was the idea.

Film Spa, part 3.

Today, some of the most controversial hits of the 45. IFF KV. Plus trailers in this and previous posts.

Mr. Nobody

For sure one of the most talked-about film of the festival, very controversial, very big. At the beginning I should admit that despite I HATE the movie, there are qualities and some conceptions that really catch me in the first let’s say 30-40 minutes. As the trailer shows, inside of the overinflated story of Mr. Nobody, probably the most opulent European film ever made, there was a place for couple of fantasque and dummies-friendly philosophical ideas. The freedom of choice, the duty of choice, dreams, value of life, immortality. The whole film takes 155 minutes and almost the same number of parallel story lines being told forward and in reverse. It could be a huge film achievement quite easily apart from the fact that it isn’t, in my very honest opinion. In reality you can judge the film either as a brilliant cinematographer’s showreel with an ability to win any advertising pitch for a great looking commercial or as an uncontrolled bullshit being drawn back by self-admiration and twittle-twattle muse. Imagine Gondry-esque plot and storytelling plus enormous loads of money, brilliant ads-like cinematography, stunning CGI, breathtaking postproduction, even more narcissism than you saw in La Science des reves (y’know Gondry is French, but Jaco Van Dormael is Belgian) minus talent. People love it. And I say, yes, go and watch it and make your own opinion.

45%

Tucker & Dale vs. Evil

Simple, stupid and brilliant. This parody on camping-students horrors like Friday 13th is pure entertainment with the script being written tightly, with no logical gaps. The cast, the camera, the dialogues, the SFX (blood, body parts), the grading – everything is right. Plus the twist which makes this parody a little outstanding: it’s not these creepy local rednecks, be aware of the students – they are the pure evil. It is what it is and as it is it’s RECOMMENDED.

85%

A Serious Man

I don’t want to talk too much about this one because this one isn’t easy. It’s an entertaining bitter and black comedy from the masters of the genre: Coen bros. I’ve been dragged into the story of “Larry Gopnik, a Midwestern professor who watches his life unravel through multiple sudden incidents” (imdb.com) and I liked it despite the tempo is not fast and not even steady. If you don’t get the connection of the overture and the film itself, you will be disappointed, or left a bit unsatisfied in the end. Now, after few weeks, when I already know that a damnation is the name of the game, the picture of the whole film in my brain is brighter and I see the story clearly as superb as fatal. In my defense I must say I knew right after the screening that I should give it some time and it paid off. One of my favorite Coens movies.

85%

Film Spa, part 2.

Son of Babylon

For me definitely the most breath taking film of the festival. Imagine The Road being a little bit less dangerous but way more real and hopeless. A few weeks after Saddam’s fall in Iraq. A grandmother and her grandson, a 12 years old boy, both Kurds, on a thousand kilometers long journey to find their son/dad in a Saddam’s prison. When the story turns rapidly into a landless and never-ending search for at least a sign of the sons/dads identity, when the only wish remained is to know for sure that he is dead but getting no certainty, the journey becomes literally deserted. The grandmother becomes inconsolably sad, the son is perplexed and exposed to unlimited misery all over. The grandmother dies on a back of a car hallucinating while he faces the road in front of him with tired and forever changed eyes. Thanks to amazing actors and to the character of a willful boy this incredibly sad story has its own entertaining potential and surprisingly, you will have a laugh in some scenes. The dialogues are temperate but greatly written and every single character in the film is not only “real” but important and highly interesting. Some friends said that it’s too much calculative and emotionally hijacking. I don’t think so at all.

85%

La Isla Interior

Why all Spanish movies want to look like another Almodovar? This one is much closer to a telenovela than to a festival film and despite some very fine moments and interesting plot, the film itself feels hollow and constructed. Schizophrenia, sexual abuse in a family, wrong and ill people. Maybe it was all too much, maybe it was just because the same day I saw Son of Babylon, but I felt distant. And I didn’t bought it. It is not a bad film in comparison to an overall production in Europe, it’s just nothing you would need to think twice and then talk about.

45%

More to go: Mr. Nobody, Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, The Gift and A Serious Man

Film Spa, part 1.

Apart from almost continuous drinking in past two weeks I prescribed myself an intense film treatment. Started two weeks ago in Prague, then taking place at IFF Karlovy Vary and ending in bed last night. Here is a brief recap of “drugs” used during this exhausting period. Part one, first four out of ten. Some of them still at cinemas around you (including Šary Vary, a IFF KV after-party).

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Directed by Wes Anderson, it is an amazingly entertaining story as you would expect from this talented genius. Well told, superbly executed. I love it, because “I am a wild animal”! And, last but not least, it is not a 3D CGI animation.

100%

The Ghost Writer

Roman Polanski knows a lot about politics, law and crime finishing this piece from his house arrest. The main character, a ghostwriter working on a memoirs of a former British prime-minister, “arrested” on an island close to U.S. east coast, put himself into a serious but hidden danger for a reasonable (?) money and observes he is caught in a trap. The only thing he doesn’t know is that it is a deathtrap. A brilliant thriller with great atmosphere, amazing locations and very good casting proving that the Art and commercial filmmaking can go hand-in-hand. Nevertheless Polanski didn’t escape fully cliche of the genre, he created another great story which is visually stunning thanks also to Pawel Edelman, the D.O.P. of the movie.

80%

The Man From Hong Kong

It was directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith back in 1975. Trenchard was present at the festival in Karlovy Vary and this screening was introduced by the director himself. Mr. Trenchard spoke out his love for the saggy cinematography, he was honest and witty and he wished the audience good luck when he discovered that the sold out big auditorium of Thermal hotel is full of people like me- The Man From Hong Kong virgins. However it’s not possible to approach this film seriously, we’ve been entertained from the very first scene at Uluru rock and we’ve never thought that a rogallo can be such a critical weapon when fighting against a narco-mafia. With no doubts it is a classic of its genre – a kung-fu Bond-like movies of the Australian provenience in the “B movies” category. You know it is worth to see it again if you already saw it before and if not and you are not a film-critic, I just recommend this one for you for one of the sunday afternoons. Btw, some of the sex scenes are really, lets say, very 70’s!

70%

Black Narcissus

Another piece of the history shown at IFF KV, remastered, as a part of a retrospective dedicated to Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. They created this Technicolor movie in 1947 and its simple story leads from England to Himalaya where a bunch of nuns is trying to set up a monastery and educate and cure natives. It is very, lets say, straightforward screenplay full of temptation, danger, understanding, love towards God, love towards humankind or specific representatives of humankind, hate and many funny situations which help the story to swallow. Surprisingly, it’s not boring at all and the film has three strong highlights: one (or two, up to personal taste) beautiful nuns, stunning Technicolor picture with very artistic cinematography and interesting and for that time revolutionary set design as the whole mountain adveture is shot in studios in England with an amazing technical result.

60%

Next time: Son of Babylon, La Isla Interior, Mr. Nobody (tweak me!), Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, The Gift and A Serious Man. And some unseen recommendations.

Continuity.

My mother wrote me an email saying she would like to buy me “that pickup” I wrote about on my blog as a birthday present, which is undoubtedly great. So, after painful hours of hesitation I decided between L.R. Baggs M1 and L.R. Baggs M1 active. And the winner is M1 passive. I followed KISS strategy – keep it simple stupid – and also the list of endorsees and there choices on Baggs’ web. No preamp in the pickup and no volume control means less electronics and less control on my side, so the sound engineer can do the job while I’m doing nothing. And the sound in reviews is great. I might to try to use it directly in a mixing console or I’ll plug it into my SSL Channel One pre-amp which has been very well reviewed especially for it’s guitar sound capabilities (and sounds really great). Or I will buy another small guitar preamp later. Ordered in Guitarpark it should be already on its way. Thanks, mom!

Yesterday I took my Praktica camera and paid a visit to Foto Škoda, looking for a decent 35 lens as the Oreston 1.8/50 I’ve got is a little bit too tight for many occasions. They didn’t have any 35 but they had 28 for 1400 CZK (I didn’t buy), I bought a nice second hand Pentax strap for 100 CZK (!), their self-made reduction and a new battery replacing the original one, which is impossible to get, for 250 and, trying luck, I knocked on the door of repairs department as the exposition metering didn’t function for years. The guy found the problem in a snap, opened the lens, repaired the aged, broken and corroded contacts and did it for free. My feelings were almost euphoric. I repaired the camera instead of buying a new one, it happened in couple of minutes and it didn’t cost anything. Now I am just looking forward to first pictures taken with a working exposition metering… It should be a huge leap forward, though.

Last but not least, because now comes the entertainment: This week I’ve been asked by Lucie from Czech Original Fashion to take a part in a new Hermes campaign as a model-blogger. You can spot me at IFF KV next week with a Hermes scarf around my neck taking photos of myself. Bohemian bourgeois! Don’t touch me!


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