tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post2075334857429354612..comments2024-03-04T03:03:55.910-08:00Comments on GENRE HACKS: My Dinner With MarcusSean Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06231519321386029271noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-7171151177379032172009-05-24T00:01:40.825-07:002009-05-24T00:01:40.825-07:00I love this story.
I was a P.A. on "PATHFINDER"...I love this story. <br /><br /> I was a P.A. on "PATHFINDER" which Marcus directed. It was crazy fun. We went on these sort of guerrilla units during the shoot where I would drive with Marcus in my truck and the crew would hang back in a series of vehicles about five minutes behind us. We were shooting various scenes of the hero running for his life. <br /><br />We would be driving and Marcus would be like, "THERE! We shoot there!" And I would pull over and we would wait for the crew and then start shooting. I thought it was a student film it was so crazy (from a locations department perspective re: permits etc). Lots of fun.<br /><br />I will always remember that I had to drive him for about an hour from one location to another. He did not know me and I did not know him, we only did this for a few days together. <br /><br />We were driving and he decided to go through my ipod (hooked up to the car stereo) which I had turned down so not to disturb him.<br /><br />I have mostly hip hop on there so I was trying to select unoffensive songs on there that were pretty safe. <br /><br />to my surprise he wasn't interested in those and started going through the list of songs I had.<br /><br />Well, my girlfriend is from SLOVAKIA and when her mother was visiting us, I had downloaded a few songs from her homeland that I thought she might enjoy while we were driving around in Vancouver.<br /><br />Well, a famous Czech artist, Karel Gott, was super famous in Germany, where Mr. Nispel is from. <br /><br />So our conversation is very subdued and polite. Then he sees it.<br /><br />"KAREL GOTT! I can't believe anyone in this country has this on their ipod! <br /><br />Next thing I know he is pumping the song TRESOR (which is a dope song I must say, and no I don't know what its about).<br /><br />I will never forget that moment anytime that song comes up on shuffle. <br /><br />Many great times on that shoot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-15796843843799155172009-02-24T17:20:00.000-08:002009-02-24T17:20:00.000-08:00Great article and read. I would've eaten it too....Great article and read. I would've eaten it too.rockbothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04650556498564887503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-14606352495564495372009-02-17T20:46:00.000-08:002009-02-17T20:46:00.000-08:00Congratulations and good luck at landing the job! ...Congratulations and good luck at landing the job! That’s really awesome. <BR/><BR/>Well, I have never eaten Black or Blood Pudding or don’t think that I ever will. If you have a strong steel stomach, I'll tell you a little story why: Once, my boyfriend’s mother brought Blutwurst over to us. I couldn’t help but notice my mother’s reactions towards it, as she declined to have a sandwich. My mother took me aside later that night and shared with me something so painful, so unimaginable: She once had a special friend growing up on the farm, a cute pig. Then, one day, without warning, it was time for her friend to say a final goodbye (on the day of slaughter). A few of my farm relatives tied her pig’s legs up first (well, they didn’t know that it was her pig; to them, it was survival…)<BR/><BR/>But, how sad for the pig because up till that point its friends on the farm fed it well and now became its worst enemy. That pig felt betrayed … howled badly as the farmers continued to pull its legs back to expose the throat area. My mother begged for help. She was frozen in fear and felt so helpless. She witnessed the puncturing, the flow of blood, and the death that came to her animal friend. It was the sound; it’s squealing for help, which broke her and me, too, once I heard it. Not to mention, the cleaning of the pig, which was a difficult sight, as the hair was swept … covered with hay, and burned several times to remove all the hair. Next, the eye was removed to help drain further blood and tossed to the dirt. Following were the hooves, ears ... So many flushing’s … so much blood my mother saw, which came from that 500 or more pound pig. So many cuttings of limbs and peelings … it’s beheading was the worst image to its butchering. <BR/><BR/>This is her last memory of her favorite pig as a kid she never forgot over 50 years. The river of blood still flowed through that Blutwurst. I think, too, having recalled those graphic images of animal slaughter brought back those horrible images of WW II: She was about 10 or 11 years old when the war finally ended … Once, she went with her grandfather up the hillside of their farmlands with a wheel barrel to collect bodies … recalls grabbing a blue-black arm in the high grasslands. These are horrible images for any child ... and now, they run through me, in a sense. But, even greater than war is often the wars within…or so I’ve found.Sonya Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858113232637359528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-92187541375360247892009-02-17T11:26:00.000-08:002009-02-17T11:26:00.000-08:00Dear Sean Hood:You've been duped if you think this...Dear Sean Hood:<BR/><BR/>You've been duped if you think this is an original story.<BR/><BR/>This is a re-working of "Level Zero", an abandoned script at Disney that Marcus came in on ten years ago. Originally written by Corey Mandell. <BR/><BR/>Find it, and then see where Marcus' got the inspiration for his "original" piece.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-5798945241311977002009-02-15T22:20:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:20:00.000-08:00awesome story! congrats! christopher:Oawesome story! congrats! <BR/><BR/>christopher<BR/>:OAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-44057221316368276342009-02-15T08:52:00.000-08:002009-02-15T08:52:00.000-08:00Nice little story, Sean!I can identify. I try to ...Nice little story, Sean!<BR/>I can identify. I try to eat something esteemed by the locals where ever I travel. So far the only thing I've balked at was the bat in bat soup on a tiny western pacific island. The soup was fine - sort of in the Tom Kha Gai genre, but the bat, still adorned with wet fur and tiny claws, was more than I wanted to try to bite off . . . having chopsticks and no knife to adjust it to mouthful sized bites, I sheepishly backed down from my discipline of "if they love it, you should at least try it."Integralvisionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604911993296468883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-30716959595685100822009-02-14T18:29:00.000-08:002009-02-14T18:29:00.000-08:00The director of the remakes of "Texas Chainsaw" an...The director of the remakes of "Texas Chainsaw" and "Friday the 13th" discussing ways to improve "Alien" has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-48736347893652921102009-02-14T18:12:00.000-08:002009-02-14T18:12:00.000-08:00As if this guy isn't gonna ask you to write the sa...As if this guy isn't gonna ask you to write the same inane crap as the others. Have you seen his films? David Lean he's not.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-19769176361474477922009-02-14T17:46:00.000-08:002009-02-14T17:46:00.000-08:00I love these sorts of stories, about how mundane m...I love these sorts of stories, about how mundane much of the creative process may be, while still essential, even something as simple as eating a sandwich and finding the meaning in it.<BR/><BR/>Look forward to seeing your stuff on the big screen... and was it McKee that changed that male protagonist to a lesbian?Bohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03867177240355918051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-37789805256808348762009-02-14T13:50:00.000-08:002009-02-14T13:50:00.000-08:00You're right, he sounds about average sane. Well ...You're right, he sounds about average sane. <BR/><BR/>Well done. You made the correct decision. Barring a foreign inedible object in the food, you had no choice. It reminds me of when I was presented with a turtle in Japan. I ate it, and put on a smiley face. There's not enough Sake and beer that can cover Turtle. Not a pleasant meal.<BR/><BR/>Congrats on the gig!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-63491808419177425212009-02-14T08:38:00.000-08:002009-02-14T08:38:00.000-08:00Haha, awesome. Looking forward to it.Haha, awesome. Looking forward to it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-79572904095373063492009-02-13T15:43:00.000-08:002009-02-13T15:43:00.000-08:00Great story, and congratulations on scoring the jo...Great story, and congratulations on scoring the job!The Slurryshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980208123750250216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-26696546806309047662009-02-13T13:32:00.000-08:002009-02-13T13:32:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-10416712104661162662009-02-13T13:24:00.000-08:002009-02-13T13:24:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-37803809413226211832009-02-13T13:14:00.000-08:002009-02-13T13:14:00.000-08:00Thanks Sean, I enjoyed reading your blog about "My...Thanks Sean, I enjoyed reading your blog about "My Dinner With Marcus". Blood sausage and sliced tongue must have been an experience, to say the least. I myself am a big fan of "liverwurst" and "bologna", but with a tall glass of milk. <BR/><BR/>Your story reminds me of a time when I use to go to a Mexican joint named "Taco De Mexico" and my colleagues at the time convinced me to buy a <BR/>"Lengua Burrito". After tripping over peer pressure and taking one big "Lengua Burrito" bite, I immediately felt the texture of "cow tongue taste buds" on my "human tongue taste buds". Ahgg! I was like, ok! "More Horchata Por favor, its time to change to the Pollo, ¡Arriba!" : )Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-72983458807631846072009-02-13T12:55:00.000-08:002009-02-13T12:55:00.000-08:00Way to TASTE one for the Gipper, Sean! Congrats on...Way to TASTE one for the Gipper, Sean! Congrats on getting the job, and that the job is not writing a remake!Don Roffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12924949541422093069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-71532305715895767422009-02-13T12:30:00.000-08:002009-02-13T12:30:00.000-08:00Hilarious.Hilarious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-48229167895908206512009-02-13T12:25:00.000-08:002009-02-13T12:25:00.000-08:00Congrats on the job. Actually I like blood sausage...Congrats on the job. Actually I like blood sausage and tongue. We ate both regularly when I was growing up. The sandwich sounds good!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12640736331837637408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449788510648805968.post-13241130752557695292009-02-13T11:05:00.000-08:002009-02-13T11:05:00.000-08:00Interesting read. I hope you get it. Do you think...Interesting read. I hope you get it. Do you think Brendan would have ate the sandwich too?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com