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November 13, 1999

More on I Woke Up Early the Day I Died: I went looking for the video, figuring it'd be easy to get as this is a 1998 production with big names in it. In my search I found the official web site with the sad news:

By fault of ill management and poor financial planning, the distributors of this movie, Cinequanon, have run into astounding money troubles. It is our feeling that this movie will not see another theatre and may not even make it to tape.
Now I'm more intrigued than ever. You can get on the waiting list in the off chance they might produce more videos of the film.

William Daniels Elected SAG President. William Daniels kicks ass.

American Cinematographer always puts cool stuff online. The November online articles include many photos and nice articles on Bringing Out the Dead, The Limey, and Fight Club. (The layout is a bit difficult on my browser: there are supposed to be numbers below "Go To Page:" which are links to the pages of the article [start with 1]. Click on the thumbnails in the lower-left frame to navigate the photos with captions.)

Last month was their Kubrick issue: Eyes Wide Shut, a feature article on Kubrick, and Clockwork Orange.

Note to self: Lisa's This American Life watcher is better than yours, checking the archives instead of the front page. This week's show, Who's Canadian?, is actually online. (Same as last time, they didn't link to it from the front page because it's a rerun.)

I Woke Up Early the Day I Died: written by Ed Wood, Jr., posthumously brought to life in 1998 by Aris Iliopulos (Aris's only film credit). Its cast includes Billy Zane, Christina Ricci, Sandra Bernhard, Eartha Kitt, and John Ritter, among many others. An anonymous contributor to IMDb speaks knowingly:

This is a script that Ed Wood worked over 10 years on trying to get made. Aris Iliopulos finally got the chutzpah to film a script that Wood saved from his burning home at the expense of other, more transitory valuables.

This is a dialogue-free movie, that some may foolishly describe as silent. In fact, it is a quite noisy film, without the inane chatter of most flicks. In the hands of these filmmakers, the music and sound effects provide a rich audio experience that works better than almost any grist from the Hollywood script mill, particularly that stupid boat movie Billy Zane last was in ('Watch out!', 'Oh no!' - J. Cameron.... ick...) I'll take Zane's wonderfully communicative monosyllabic grunts in this film over empty dialogue any day.