Butch aka Travis

“Great Director
“Australian Film Industry in trouble”
“Great Writer”
“Australian Film Industry in trouble”
“Great Director”
“Australian Film Industry in trouble”
“Great Actor”
“Australian Film Industry in trouble”
“Great Film Maker”
“Australian Film Industry in trouble”

This is what I hear, day in day out. I hear how there are these excellent writers who networks fight over to sign, and these excellent Directors who pretty much have to show up at an AFC party to get a film deal. Yet on the other hand I hear how the AFI is a steaming pile of horseshit.

Where do these ‘magic’ people go? How do they get in the position to fuck up a feature film anyway? I wish I had their opportunities.

Male Dominated Industry. I hear this again and again and again, well here is some news, I am a male and no one has helped me out one Iota. I get rejected just as much as everyone else, and I don’t attribute this to my sex at all, but this stereotype that seems to surround men in film seems like a bit of a cop out

Me and Rupert make films, we make a lot and we write a lot, and soon we start our first ever feature, no money, a full crew, underground filmmaking at its very finest. People ask us? “How do you do it?” and people say to us “That’s great, I wish I could just do that”, well we fucking do it, we do it for free and we do it for the pure passion of making film.

Perhaps that is why we don’t get any financial help.

Well my film Old Man Time got into the RMIT Film Festival, which is great because i can actually see it infront of a big audience, something i was afriad i would never be able to do

check out this page, its even got Old Man Time’s synopsis.

On a completely unrelated topic, here is a picture of Errol Flynn

And on a less hilarious note: Here is a picture of my girl Jennie

And make sure you go and see it and vote for me

Peace.

I continue on, with two more excellent actors. The first of whom i rate very highly

Michael Wincott

His best known role is perhaps as Top Dollar in The Crow (a movie i really like actually, it was one of those early movies that made an impression on me and spawned a whole lot of lesser quality wannabee mid 90’s Noir Films) He is very good as the “bad guy”, but i would just love to see him with a good role again for once, this guy could easily be an Oscar winner given the right role

Tom Sizemore

People seem to hate this guy because he slept with Paris Hilton and bragged about it, and not long after he filmed a home made porn movie and realised on the internet HIMSELF.

Well done Mr Sizemore, this guy is another great actor, he was excellent in Saving Private Ryan (a film i only really liked because i enjoyed Tom’s character) Alas, he is never given good role or scripts so his career has always see sawed on mediocrity.

And to finish it all up, he is a Mug shot of Mr Dennis Hopper after he got drunk and trashed a random car outside of nightclub, he was having a break from filming his debut feature, Easy Rider… Awesome Film

Not me as Manuel

Rupert is not Mrs Doyle

VS.

Finally, it is on, a well overdue fight between a superstar from the 70’s and a modern day superstar. Who is the better? (in your mind) We fight with quotes, in true Butch blogging style

Jolie, 30, who is a United Nations goodwill ambassador, has been shielded from the Namibian natives by heavy security at a secluded beach resort near Walvis Bay Postchronicle

Angelina Jolie. What else can I say? A ridiculous person, paid ridiculous amounts of money, with ludicrous (yet honourable if unrealistic) ambitions to change the world, one child at a time.

What is it with A list actors and being so damn moral? Look at Tom Cruise for chrissake. No one is willing to break the mould anymore, hence the lack of modern day Jack Nicholson’s. Colin Farrell seems to be coming along all right for a while, but now he is another actor.

Which brings me to my next point

Oliver Reed

“Reed had a career of more than 30 years, but from the early 1970s he had acquired a reputation for bad behaviour off the screen - heavy drinking and brawling in pubs and during public appearances.” From BBC

Listen to this

He was famous for his excessive drinking, and was once forced to leave the set of a television discussion programme after arriving drunk and attempting to kiss feminist writer Kate Millett. from Here

I don’t encourage that type of behaviour, and Oliver Reed was far from an incredible actor. But dammit, he had charisma; he was an individual, nothing like the celebrities we are stuck with now
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“An electrician is either good or he is dead”
T.E. Sutherland

In the spirit of quotes which I have started blogs with lately I chose to include one from my old man. I thought it witty and very incisive. But more on that later

As I sit here with a glass semi full of a fine bottle of semi single mated fine Balanteyns whiskey, exceedingly drunk and struggling to see the keys in the dark on my Ma’s laptop I wish to admit that I really miss ole Melbourne town. Sure I miss my P & M when I am in Melbourne, but aside from that, Brisbane (which is the town where I grew up from the age of 3 until 21) seems to be becoming more and more of a living joke. Sure it is expanding at a rapid rate, but you know, it’s still the dry hot hell hole it has always been.

I have actually experienced a withdrawal from good movies and writing. I watch a fair amount of movies a week, except since Sunday I have been locked in ole Brisbane where I don’t have a Video Ezy membership and Blockbuster Video seems to remember a debt I racked up almost three years ago, which thwarted my attempts to show my parents the last Coen Bros film I wish them to see ‘O Brother Where Art Thou‘.

Instead last few days have been spent watching Simpson’s reruns and Married with Children, with the occasional English Premier League Football match thrown in for good measure.

Last night, in my haste I grabbed the nearest DVD available (which happened to be my sisters copy of) ‘The Last Samurai’ starring one Tom Cruise., an actor I am not all that familiar with. It wasn’t horrible…….. No I lie it was. What is it with Hollywood movies and these ridiculous transition scenes where a character who was once a drunken fool, spends a few days alone after a minor injury in a dream sequence where he rolls around in pain clutching his stomach yelling out the occasional expletive, only to reborn again and be forever changed? Honor and love are predictably involved as usual.

I have just finished writing a feature which touches lightly on ‘honor’ and more on the side of the dark side of human nature. No I don’t mean Darth Vader saving his son before murdering the vicious and manipulative guy whose name I forget in my drunken state. I mean the possibility of a person becoming completely detached from his human form

Anyways I digress, the moral of the story is, stay away from Tom Cruise because despite his acting appearances he is a sober Nazi, and just think about this. He made, his wife give birth without making a sound.

My P & M are such lovely people and after many a drunken conversation (including many references to and about the beloved South Africa from whence we all hailed from originally N’kosi Sikelele!!) they have both told me to go for my dreams. To write and to create, to not be, but to hold and lastly to not be a money spinner, but to embrace the form and to be an artist.

That is my dream, to be the next Polanski and the first Sutherland

Tomorrow I have a funeral. It is a tradition of mine to get insanely drunk the night before a funeral and to show up incredibly hung over. I have almost achieved my goal,

I have only ever been hungover at funerals, I don’t know why, maybe it is because it makes me more emotional and that I might actually feel bad for some one else for a change

And funnily enough i really miss my Girlfriend Jennie, and to a lesser extent i also miss my old pal Rupert. What is it with that guy?

And with that I bid thee Farwell, or as we QLD’ers say “Slater yaw firkin little bastard”

Sincerely

T