It was populated with what Bart refers to them as "Hipster Doofuses", little guys with the tight pinstriped pants, sideburns, and Tom Landry hats. If I hadn't met all the same people at 100 times at underground film functions in Chicago I'd chalk them up to eccentric L.A. people, because L.A.'s so weird, but no, they're just Rusty Nails with a different Ramones patch. Actually, the Rusty Nails of Los Angeles introduced himself to my outside in-between features. He was trying to hard with the look and said "Hi my name's Tom Murder." It's so funny when indies give themselves fake names. Maybe it was Adam Death, or Rob Graverob, hey that one's kind of clever. Let me go get a jeans jacket, some pins, and a Rancid patch and I'll be right back.
Is my temp agency between a Ferarri Dealership and a Lexus Dealership?
Yeah, and if you walk past Brillstein-Grey Entertainment or the ICM building, you've gone too far. I went a temp agency yesterday that does only movie industry staffing, I put all of you as references, so if they call, be sure to tell them how frequently I update my blog and how often I link to your blogs, like constantly. Yes it was in Beverly Hills and yes it was between Ferrari and Lexus dealerships. One rumor that's true, besides the amazing weather. is that there's a lot of rich motherfuckers here, and it's very humiliating waiting for a city bus in front of a Lotus Dealership. You've never felt poorer when walking past a Lotus Dealership.
Looks like it transforms into Bumblebee, doesn't it?
But, once off the street, the temp office looked like a temp office, the woman who helped me, the office manager, was the sweetest woman ever and looked like she was from Wisconsin, normal people. I knew they were staffing for the American Film Market, the world's biggest independent film marketplace. So I practically begged because I've wanted to go to the AFM since I started reading about it ten years ago, she liked that I was the one temp she's met that was excited about being staffed at the AFM. Which is where I'm headed now. On a bus. For three hours. Sigh. Gonna have to get a car. I can hear Kate's "I told ya so's" shouted like Crazy Aunt Judy through the fiberoptic lines right now. The sound of members of Schadenfreude exchanging $20 bets accompanies it.
Okay, gotta go, gotta go check Lloyd Kaufman in, by the beach in Santa Monica.
5 comments:
Been biting my tongue but yeah you need a car... and where, pray tell, did you hear about the Grindhouse Film Festival?
just asking
I TOLD YOU ... wait ... you took all the fun out of it by saying it first ...
No fair ... And we didn't bet $20, we bet $50.
Glad you are working. And even MORE glad that you met the LA Rusty Nails. Too Funny! Love YOU!
I would beg to differ on our audience. Most of us are just plain doofuses, without enough "hipster" to be popular in such hot hipster locales as Silverlake and Echo Park.
Glad you found us and had a good time.
OOOH! Busted by the Grindhouse. Damn. Truth is I was exaggerating for effect, giving the scene a bad name. He's absolutely right, there were no hipsters, but plenty of doofuses, and I was one of them. Sorry Grindhouse, I had the best time ever, the crowd was 50% of the reason. The Forest and Don't Go Into The Woods round out that math.
And yes, i was turned onto the Grindhouse by LA Ray, who has to come to the next one.
A word about fancy cars and the "aura". When I see a fancy car, I think of Cameron's line in Ferris Bueller's Day Off - "He doesn't drive it. He just wipes it all day with a diaper." I'd take my Tumbler any day of the week over those fancy schmancy cars. Just because I could ram the pride of Chevy into anything and it would survive.
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