On Tuesday, I went down to San Clemente to see my extremely beloved and faithful friend, Steve, along with the undeniable hero of my humble web location thus far, the inimitable Rian, shoot scenes from the upcoming best movie ever: Brick.
If that sounds hyperbolic, I'm here to tell you that it is not. Between you and me, Rian and Steve are two of the most talented people I have ever had the (wholly undeserved) pleasure of knowing, but more than that, they are veritable knights of aesthetic virtue. Rian's script is tightly and beautifully written, suprising, heartfelt and well, basically brilliant; and Steve will certainly acquit himself as admirably as ever (and folks, that is to say: as admirably as can be imagined) in the exercize of his almost monastic virtuousity behind the camera. While making a movie is hardly a two-man job, these two are my special pets today because nearly ten years ago, when Rian and Steve and I were all in college, I read an early draft of this excellent story, and I know not only how worthy a project it is, but also how long the two of them have been dreaming, planning and scheming to make it happen. The fact that the crew is assembled, the cameras are loaded, and the actors are on the set is, in my mind, a sort of physical manifestation of all that is best and bravest about those two.
I got lucky, and happened to go down to see them on the day when they shot my favorite scene in the script. In it, the lead, sick, beaten up and assailed by all the heartbreak and tension of the events thus far, breaks down and cries in the arms of the wrong girl, and it is, to my mind, the heart of the story. It's a scene I've loved since the first time I read Brick, years ago. I'm not going to go into a whole synopsis, but suffice it to say that the film is stylized in a way that could go terribly awry in the wrong hands, and that being said, the other person I feel I need to mention here is Joe, the charming young man who is playing our hero, Brendan, in the film. He was called upon to play a really emotional scene several times in a row, and I would humbly, and with all due deference to the experts, say that he nailed it. I was watching on the sound man's tiny little monitor, and could only hear him sob distantly, in the other room and through a closed door, but despite those hinderances, I really felt that I saw Brendan, and had a feeling that everything was going to be just perfect.
People, get ready to experience the genius. Personally, I can't wait.
On a side note, Tara, Rian asked me to let you know that if you want to throw up instead of coming to see them shoot the movie, FINE. Sure, he was dragging his tired, sick, hacking ass around that set to make it happen, but if you can't be bothered, NO PROBLEM.