PREVIOUSLY ON THE MAD ONES FILMS “EVERYTHING BUT A BLOG”…
After ordering my tacos at my beloved El Mariachi (my very own bonito bandito honeycomb hideout), I was plagued by yet another brain-buggerer: how, in the sphincter of hell, was I going to bottle the lightning (from Act I) a second time for this third act, and a third time for the second act after that? The answer was easy… the answer was…
AND NOW… THE NAIL-BITING, CHAIN-SMOKING, JAW-DROPPING, NIP-SLIPPING, EDGE OF YOUR SEAT GRIPPING, SINFULLY STUNNING CONCLUSION TO THE LATEST MAD ONES FILMS ADVENTURE!!!
The answer was easy… the answer was… more. More. Mas. Più. Mehr. 更多. More booze, more bullets and the hottest, pinkest, most ass-kickingest, name-takingest Jesus that we could resurrect (again) to be the saviour of your bad behaviour. But we didn’t stop there… nay, we couldn’t stop there… in fact, dammit, we dare not stop there, for our very cinematic souls were on the line now. And so not only did we go with a cooler Canon camera choice, but we also turned a much more meticulous eye towards lighting design and sound engineering – a holy trinity of hell-raising issues that we experienced the first go-round on Act I.
But still, even that was not nearly enough… we needed to take a leap of filmmaking faith, and so I added several new auspiciously amazing acting inmates to the already stunning thespianic MOF menagerie. Talent of the highest calibre, the toppest notch, and the baddest ass was found in the forms of Christy Johnson, Patrick Keenan and Lea Beighley – as well as Gavin Glass and Erny Galvan, who (while still whiskey wet behind the acting ears) brought Cholo and Marco (respectively and reflectively) to ferocious life. Thus, with the stage set, and the sets dressed, and the actors dressed as the characters, and the characters poised in place on our sin-soaked stage (see there, circle of life), principal photography began on “Act III: Have Faith, Will Travel.” Now… step into the principal’s office…
Day I: Inchworms, Rock & Roll, and Mariachi… Oh My!
And so, after what felt like 40 sleepless nights, that first day of filming was upon us like a biblical plague! After many mesonoxian hours spent laboriously lucubrating over scenes and schedules, I had our entire shoot condensed into four fun-filled days. However, like the good book says, slow and steady wins the race (if the “good book” in this instance is a Saturday morning Bugs Bunny cartoon), and so we started off our Friday with essentially the first two scenes of the film.
The first squad of cinematic super soldiers gathered at Area 51, the up-till-recently raucous residence of Stumbles & Freckles, whose boudoir served as the cherry-popping location for Act III filming. After getting the scene set, lit, and ready to go we commence with a scantily-clad and curvaceous Christy (aka, Faith) waking from her noon-day slumber to discover some rather illicit insights into her boyfriend’s infidelity. So after unleashing the inchworm from its slumber, she dons additional scraps of clothing and speeds off into the stone-setting sun to confront said infidel.
(Alas, I dare not divulge too much more, lest I risk being keelhauled by my own edict for sailing the seas of spoilers… nevertheless, let’s just say that the Great Alabaster Inchworm steals the scene, if not your hearts, with its everyman struggle for freedom)! With scene 1 in the proverbial bag, or snare drum case as it were, we tarted up and darted off for the second location of day – a lovely little bohemian enclave full of little boxes for big bands to play bad beats in. Joined by the lovely lads in The Animal Mothers (née Silver Bullet née Starlyn Garvy) who riotously portrayed our rockers & rollers, a scene of utter foolishness, fidelity, and phalluses unfolded before our very eyes… in exactly that order. By this time the merciless backbeat of the afternoon sun, even for those shooting inside the great easy bake oven of a storage space, had won and so the gear was broken down, the toys put away and the actors dismissed while several of the MOF inmates and I prepped the location at Re:Cycles for the next day’s shoot.
For a first day, it went fantastically and phenomenally well. Two scenes down, 23 more to go… hallelujah! But rather than let the man and his stupid math get me down (where’s your metrics system now you Orwellian wanker? Oh yeah, everywhere else in the world but here…), instead I re-convened my Cinderella cast and my motley crew at El Mariachi later that evening for levity, libations, and of course, live mariachi music! Many laughs were shared, many beers were had, and many noble and brave tacos offered up their lives, so that the Gospel of Hot Pink Jesus could be spread another day.
TUNE IN TOMORROW TRUE BELIEVERS FOR PART II OF THE HPJ III PRODUCTION BLOG… filmed live in front of a studio audience.
Holy Hells & Hallelujah!
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