ldavis-2
Saw this last night on Showtime. As I'm watching, it occurred to me that everyone bitching about how hard the indie life are highly-successful industry people. Whenever I think of Illeana Douglas, I think of her grandfather, who left behind - aside from a great body of work - two Academy Awards. I imagine if she were really hard-up, she could pawn Grandpa's Oscars for a pretty penny.As for our "hero" Daniel Gillies (aka Whiny Bitch), he is a working actor whom, I presume, has an agent, whom, I presume, knows people, whom, I presume, can help Whiny Bitch get his vanity project off the ground! For the rest of us with no cash and even less connections, Kingdom Come tells you squat about how to get your little opus off the ground. And @ericdrumz was right about Gillies's "producer" -- talk about clueless!The other thing that bugged me was how everyone bitched about "the money people". Again, these people crap what you and I make in a year. I guess there are a few twits who get their jollies stringing aspiring filmmakers along, but, if you're asking me for x-amount of dollars, what guarantee do I have that you won't go to Vegas, and blow the whole wad?!The Colombia segment featured heart-breaking footage of stray dogs. When I realized Whiny Bitch did squat to help these poor creatures (I would have moved heaven and earth to bring them to the States or, at the very least, make sure they were off the streets and properly cared for!), he lost me.If they ever make a film about Michael Hutchence (INXS), Whiny Bitch would be perfect. Not only is he a dead ringer for Hutchence, he is also vain, self-absorbed, and a legend in his own mind!
ericdrumz
This film is a near-perfect illustration of the delusion so many people (especially actors) have about how movies get made.To begin with, please allow me to dispel the notion that the people in Hollywood who ACTUALLY MAKE THE MOVIES, the oft-maligned producers, are interested in "creating art." We are, as any knowledgeable producer will tell you, most definitely NOT interested in your "vision," your "passion," or your "need to make great films." We are in the business of selling two things: seats and sugar, and I hate to be the thousandth person to say this, but if your script sucks, the only money you're going to be able to raise to shoot it is going to come from people who either feel sorry for you, don't care about making it back (let alone at a profit), or both, as was the case here with David Gillies.Gillies admits his pet project, "Broken Kingdom," is "not commercially viable," yet proceeds to gripe and moan about how hard financing is for him and his hapless co-producer, John Lyons Murphy (who clearly hasn't a clue about how to even market the crap sandwich he's helped create). It is a level of arrogance and faux martyrdom one can only find in actors - the constant need for validation and approval, even when what they're giving you is appallingly bad and self-serving.By the way...a note to so-called producer, Mr. Murphy: There is no, never has been, nor will there EVER be a film "festival circuit," and to propagate that ridiculously false idea is not only irresponsible, but has been one of the biggest reasons why so many great low-, ultra-low- and micro-budget films are never seen. But more on that in a moment.As a producer, I've grown accustomed to the obtuseness of actors, who, despite the fact that it is we who find them, pay them and sustain their careers (provided they continue to prove bankable), completely miss the irony of their derisiveness toward us on a Saturday night, yet show up on set on Monday morning, begging us for more work and bigger paychecks. We don't call them "movable props" for nothing.The same can be said of directors, who all-too-often forget that they are our employees, and that it is we who own "their films," not them. Don't believe me? Think I'm being hyperbolic? Well then, just who is it that steps on stage at the Academy Awards every year and accepts the Oscar for Best Picture? Go ahead. I'll wait.As for "Broken Kingdom's" awards at the prestigious (::gulp::) Rhode Island Film Festival, perhaps some context is in order.Film festivals are for one thing, and one thing only: to sell a finished movie to distributors across the spectrum of revenue streams (theatrical, foreign, cable, etc). In between the red carpets and jewelry heists, producers vie for the attention of development and acquisition executives (DE's and AE's, respectively) who attend festivals in order to buy product to put up on the screen. If you've discovered a great script, turned it into a great movie, the festival screening is sold out, and people are on their feet cheering as the end credits roll, the successful producer (which Gillies and Murphy were clearly NOT in this instance) will find himself fielding deal offers as soon as he steps out of the theater and into the lobby. You don't have to have a multi-million dollar top sheet and a couple of A-list actors to make this happen, but you most definitely better make sure you have a terrific script before you go jetting off to Cannes.Which is precisely why the dangerously popular notion of a "festival circuit" is so destructive to indie and guerilla producers (I say producer, because to the people who are seriously looking to invest in a great project, calling yourself a "filmmaker"is code for "broke and desperate."). Festivals are not only expensive to participate in, but entering your great film in every festival you can afford to enter will instantly kill whatever chance you may have had of being accepted by the Sundance-caliber festivals. After all, you will have given away your world premiere. Just how valuable do you think your work will be once you've screened it for Dubuque, Tampa and Rhode Island? Think, I beg of you.It ain't romantic, but that is the real Hollywood. The collection of self-involved actors, writers and directors who spend much of this documentary kvetching about how evil are those of us who pay them aside, that is how movies get made.In the final analysis, "Kingdom Come" is wonderful schadenfreude for those of us who read literally hundreds of scripts a year. Each and every script we read is accompanied by the writer's belief that his or hers is "The Greatest Script Ever." Unfortunately, the reality is that not everyone is a Charlie Kaufman or Bill Goldman, and no amount of passion, vision or drive to succeed can make up for a discernible lack of talent.Therefore, watching the participants here try (and largely fail) to come to terms with that most daunting and galling fact is on the one hand tragic, yet on the other wonderfully satisfying, provided you're a vindictive S.O.B. (like yours truly) who oftentimes grows damn tired of having to deal with infantile egomaniacal actors in order to produce a feature on time and on budget.Don't get me wrong. We LOVE movies as much, if not more so, than most. Why else would we put up with this nonsense? It's just that the successful producer has demonstrated the ability to find the Great Script, as well as the money to turn that Great Script into the Great Movie, without having to make a documentary about how much trouble we're having selling a crap sandwich.That's the screen trade. Brutal, but truthful.