My creative work is largely inspired by the movies and music I love. Here's my favorites from 2011.
For those still interested, I will send my Top 25 songs of 2011 if you get me your email address.
Top 10 Films of 2011
1. Super
2. Everything Must Go
3. Take Shelter
4. Rango
5. Bridesmaids
6. Ides of March
7. Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
8. Attack the Block
9. The Muppets
10. Rampart
Honorable Mentions: Warrior, X-Men: First Class, Moneyball, Beginners, 50/50
Didn't See: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, War Horse, The Iron Lady, The Help, Shame, A Separation
Top Albums:
1. Cold War Kids - Mine is Yours
2. Bon Iver - Bon Iver, Bon Iver
3. The Horrible Crowes - Elsie
4. Dirty Gold - Roar
5. The Vaccines - What Did You Expect from the Vaccines?
6. Social Distortion - Hard Times & Nursery Rhymes
7. Samiam - Trips
8. The Streets - Computers and Blues
9. Danny Elfman - Real Steel (Original Motion Picture Score)
10. Foo Fighters - Wasted Light
Honorable Mentions: blink-182 - Neighborhoods, Hotels & Highways - Lost River, Awolnation - Megalithic Symphony, Noah & the Whale - Last Night on Earth
Top 25 Songs:
1. The Americans - Gospel Roads
2. Cold War Kids - Royal Blue
3. The Horrible Crowes - Behold the Hurricane
4. The Vaccines - Norgaard
5. Bon Iver - Holocene
6. Dirty Gold - California Sunrise
7. The Mountain Goats - Damn These Vampires
8. The Strokes - Under Cover of Darkness
9. Foo Fighters - Dear Rosemary (feat. Bob Mould)
10. Face to Face - All for Nothing
11. The Knux - Run (feat. Kid CuDi)
12. Charles Bradley - The World (Is Going Up in Flames)
13. Viva Brother - Darling Buds of May
14. Blink-182 - Up All Night
15. Social Distortion - Writings on the Wall
16. The Streets - Going Through Hell
17. Brett Dennen - Sydney (I'll Come Running)
18. Against Me! - Russian Spies
19. Gavin DeGraw - Not Over You
20. The Damnwells - Werewolves
21. Florence + the Machine - Shake it Out
22. Noah & the Whale - L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
23. Adele - Rolling in the Deep
24. Awolnation - Jump On My Shoulders
25. Hotels & Highways - Train Whistle
Honorable Mentions: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Brendan's Death Song, Dark Mean - Happy Banjo, Bob Geldof - Dazzled by You, tUnE-yArDs - Gangsta, The Twilight Singers - Gunshots
Best Cover: Alkaline Trio - Movin' Right Along
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE THE END p.1-9
So I'm going to try something and see how it works. Over the next couple months, I'm going to post parts of my screenplay THE MAN WHO WOULD BE THE END on this site in a serialized format. Basically, check back every so often to see if I've posted the next pages. Eventually, the whole script will be on here. The formatting doesn't translate from Final Draft to here perfectly, so I'll us Bold and Italics to make it readable. Enjoy.
INT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
STAN BEE LUTHER, 30’s, disheveled but content, wearing only a Black Sabbath T-shirt, sits on his toilet, bathroom door open, wireless video game controller in hand. He stares at a gratuitously violent driving game in his bedroom.
STAN
I crushed your motherfucking Pontiac! Don’t tail gate me, or I’ll run you off a cliff! Damn it!
Stan throws the controller in anger, then uses his toothbrush to fish it back into reach. Hanging over the bathroom door is a sign: THE TEMPLE.
LIVING ROOM
LAURA LUTHER, 40, long blond hair, cheery disposition, conservatively dressed, bright golden cross necklace, walks through the front door.
LAURA
Good morning, Stanley!
She puts grocery bags on Stan’s kitchen table, humming “Glory Glory Hallelujah”.
BATHROOM
Stan gargles Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”.
LIVING ROOM
Living room in full: everything is falling apart. Boxes of unopened waffle makers surround the dining table, which is covered by stapled documents. Boards and a nail gun on the floor. The ceiling fan is barely hanging on. Gas leaks from the oven. Loose wires hang over it, shooting sparks.
Laura walks into the KITCHEN and starts preparing Belgium Waffle mix.
LAURA
Ten minutes til waffle time!
BEDROOM
Stan grabs a can of beer from under his bed and loads it into a beer helmet as he finishes his game.
STAN
Great. Don’t burn ‘em this time, Sis.
Stan sucks down the beer while his digital bus plows into smaller cars. He finishes the beer and tosses it out a window. BELCH!
LIVING ROOM
Laura cleans. She stacks up old newspapers and magazines. She pulls a HUSTLER from the stack. Disgusted, she lights a match and burns it in the sink.
She approaches a fish tank. A small shark swims. Laura opens a bottle of chum and drops some in. Stan enters the room.
STAN
Don’t feed Slayer too much. He’s getting chubby.
LAURA
Could you put away the groceries please?
Stan looks at the bags. He pulls out wheat bread, cabbage, carrots, and non-fat milk. Laura returns to the waffles.
STAN
Laura, I like white bread and whole milk. How many times have I said that?
(re: cabbage)
And what is this? A green basket ball?
LAURA
Stanley Bee Luther, you need some greens in your diet.
STAN
God you sound like mom...when she was sober. What are me and the boys supposed to snack on tonight? Chopped up carrots?
LAURA
If you want to shop for your own food, be my guest. I’m busy enough without buying your groceries once a week.
Laura gives Stan his waffles, sprinkled with berries.
STAN
No whip cream?
LAURA
Gosh, you’re spoiled.
STAN
I love you, Sis.
Stan attempts an endearing grin. Laura grabs a can of whip cream out of a grocery bag and sprays.
LAURA
How’s business?
STAN
Sold five policies yesterday! No one in Alabama even needs earthquake insurance, but you promise them Belgium waffle makers, and they’re hooked!
LAURA
Insurance and waffles. I’m happy it’s working out.
A blueberry falls off Stan’s waffle and rolls to the floor. A rat runs across the floor and grabs it.
LAURA
Aaah!
STAN
I think that was Ricky.
LAURA
You’ve named him?
STAN
If they’re going to live here, I might as well name them.
LAURA
You need to get your life together, little brother. Your house is like a twelve year old’s room. Dad always yelled at you whenever you didn’t clean up your--
Laura looks down at Stan, whose saddened grimace at hearing this is counter-pointed by whip cream on his nose. Laura wipes it off with a warm smile.
LAURA
Sorry Stanley. It’s your place, I shouldn’t butt in.
(beat)
But you know, Hollis Hucklebee is back in town, and he’s going to be hosting a mighty revival tonight. Growing up, Hucklebee’s teachings really brought me comfort and gave me direction. He’s truly inspirational, and--
STAN
--Laura, you know I have my poker game tonight--
LAURA
--I have an extra ticket, and you could come right after poker--
STAN
--and I would be totally out of place in a large room full of a bunch of raving zealots blowing the balls of a bigoted old codger like Hucklebee.
Laura kneels, grabbing his hand with pleading eyes.
LAURA
Please Stanley. No one will force it down your throat. Just listen. It would mean a lot to me, and I think this could be really life-changing for you.
STAN
Laura, come on--
LAURA
--Since dad died, I’ve taken care of you, I’ve taken care of mom in the home, and I never ask for any more than--
STAN
--Okay, okay. Pick me up after the game.
Laura jumps towards the door, excited.
LAURA
Great! I’ll see you at nine! Have a blessed day!
STAN
Could you take out the trash befo--
The door slams shut with Laura’s exit.
STAN
--Fiiiine, I’ll do it.
EXT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
Stan’s neighborhood is near-perfect suburbia, including friendly, waving neighbors. Stan grimaces uncomfortably as he drops his trash in the bin. In his neighbors’ yard, PETUNIA, 38, plump and unattractive, waters her hedges.
PETUNIA
Stan! Stan!
Stan gives a quick wave while returning to his house.
PETUNIA
Hold it right there, handsome.
STAN
Petunia.
PETUNIA
I was wondering when you’d pop your head out of that cave of yours.
STAN
Yeah, I’ve popped out. I saw my shadow though, so I better hurry back in now.
PETUNIA
I was wondering...I’ve noticed numerous beer cans appearing in my backyard recently. And you know, I usually keep Petal...
An ugly terrier barks in Petunia’s window.
PETUNIA
...out in back, but I’m afraid she’s been drinking from the remnants of the cans.
STAN
Wow, your dog’s an alcoholic? You should get her help.
PETUNIA
It would help if there weren’t beer cans there.
STAN
If you kept your backyard neater, it probably wouldn’t happen. I gotta go do some work, so you have a blessed day. Bye!
Stan runs back into the house before Petunia can speak.
INT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
Stan walks in as his phone is ringing. He picks up.
STAN
Hello, Luther Insurance and Kitchen Appliances.
EXT. SMALL HOUSE - DAY
INTERCUT PHONE CONVERSATION
DAN RUNTY, 32, over-weight and sweating, repairs a large Motor Home, talking on his headset.
DAN
Stan my man, ready to lose the rest of your dough tonight?
STAN
Dan, by the time we’re done, I’ll own your kidney, Joel’s car, and David’s soul.
DAN
Ha, right! Look man, something’s wrong with Bertha.
STAN
Who’s Bertha?
DAN
The Motor Home.
STAN
I thought you were going to name it Tommy Lee’s Pe--
DAN
--yeah, the wife didn’t like. So I named it after her mother.
STAN
Tasteful. So what’s the problem?
DAN
The problem is I’d like to have her repaired before the weekend. Can you pick up the beers?
STAN
I gotta host and provide the booze? What about--
DAN
--Joel’s at the club all day, and David can’t legally buy alcohol while he’s on parole.
STAN
Does the store deliver?
DAN
Stan!
STAN
All right, I’ll get...something.
KITCHEN - LATER
Stan searches his fridge and cupboards. He finds a beer can in the third cupboard he checks. He lifts it up, and a rat falls out the back and scurries off. He grimaces.
INT. GROCERY STORE - DAY
Stan carries an 18 pack, two bags of chips, four Slim Jims, and a fifth of Whiskey. Stan puts these all down as he gets to the salsa rack. He checks his wallet. Nearly empty.
Stan grabs a jar of salsa, opens it, tastes it, and puts the lid back on. Seeing no one watching, Stan puts the jar down his pants, in his crotch area. He slips the Slim Jims into his waste line and covers them with his shirt. He carries the rest to the counter, smiling and humming.
SERENA SHERMAN, 28, an attractive Goth in a Slipknot t-shirt, works at Stan’s check-out counter. Her boredom is evident. BEEZY and JARK, two male Goths, work at the other counters.
BEEZY
(sarcastic)
I heard Jesus spoke to Hucklebee directly, and warned him about Katrina!
JARK
And he didn’t tell the world?!
BEEZY
He was about to, but the Devil gave him laryngitis!
Stan puts his food on the counter. He is smitten by Serena.
STAN
Hey there. What’s a Slipknot?
SERENA
Like, the greatest hard rock band out there.
STAN
What? How can you say that when Black Sabbath and Motley Crue exist?
SERENA
Motley who?
Stan feigns a heart attack. She smirks. Stan looks at her name tag.
STAN
Serena, you need a lesson in the history of metal.
SERENA
Well...
STAN
Stan. Stan Luther.
SERENA
...Stan, you need a lesson in proper stealing techniques. Always put the Slim Jims in your back waist band.
Stan looks down, and sees the curves of the Slim Jims are showing beneath his shirt.
SERENA
Don’t worry, I won’t bust you. You’ve got enough problems.
STAN
Like what?
SERENA
Like the lid of your salsa wasn’t on very tightly.
Stan looks at his crotch. It’s wet, with drops of salsa leaking through his pants.
STAN
Nice meeting you, Serena.
SERENA
Bye Stan.
Stan puts money on the counter and waddles out of the store.
INT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
STAN BEE LUTHER, 30’s, disheveled but content, wearing only a Black Sabbath T-shirt, sits on his toilet, bathroom door open, wireless video game controller in hand. He stares at a gratuitously violent driving game in his bedroom.
STAN
I crushed your motherfucking Pontiac! Don’t tail gate me, or I’ll run you off a cliff! Damn it!
Stan throws the controller in anger, then uses his toothbrush to fish it back into reach. Hanging over the bathroom door is a sign: THE TEMPLE.
LIVING ROOM
LAURA LUTHER, 40, long blond hair, cheery disposition, conservatively dressed, bright golden cross necklace, walks through the front door.
LAURA
Good morning, Stanley!
She puts grocery bags on Stan’s kitchen table, humming “Glory Glory Hallelujah”.
BATHROOM
Stan gargles Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”.
LIVING ROOM
Living room in full: everything is falling apart. Boxes of unopened waffle makers surround the dining table, which is covered by stapled documents. Boards and a nail gun on the floor. The ceiling fan is barely hanging on. Gas leaks from the oven. Loose wires hang over it, shooting sparks.
Laura walks into the KITCHEN and starts preparing Belgium Waffle mix.
LAURA
Ten minutes til waffle time!
BEDROOM
Stan grabs a can of beer from under his bed and loads it into a beer helmet as he finishes his game.
STAN
Great. Don’t burn ‘em this time, Sis.
Stan sucks down the beer while his digital bus plows into smaller cars. He finishes the beer and tosses it out a window. BELCH!
LIVING ROOM
Laura cleans. She stacks up old newspapers and magazines. She pulls a HUSTLER from the stack. Disgusted, she lights a match and burns it in the sink.
She approaches a fish tank. A small shark swims. Laura opens a bottle of chum and drops some in. Stan enters the room.
STAN
Don’t feed Slayer too much. He’s getting chubby.
LAURA
Could you put away the groceries please?
Stan looks at the bags. He pulls out wheat bread, cabbage, carrots, and non-fat milk. Laura returns to the waffles.
STAN
Laura, I like white bread and whole milk. How many times have I said that?
(re: cabbage)
And what is this? A green basket ball?
LAURA
Stanley Bee Luther, you need some greens in your diet.
STAN
God you sound like mom...when she was sober. What are me and the boys supposed to snack on tonight? Chopped up carrots?
LAURA
If you want to shop for your own food, be my guest. I’m busy enough without buying your groceries once a week.
Laura gives Stan his waffles, sprinkled with berries.
STAN
No whip cream?
LAURA
Gosh, you’re spoiled.
STAN
I love you, Sis.
Stan attempts an endearing grin. Laura grabs a can of whip cream out of a grocery bag and sprays.
LAURA
How’s business?
STAN
Sold five policies yesterday! No one in Alabama even needs earthquake insurance, but you promise them Belgium waffle makers, and they’re hooked!
LAURA
Insurance and waffles. I’m happy it’s working out.
A blueberry falls off Stan’s waffle and rolls to the floor. A rat runs across the floor and grabs it.
LAURA
Aaah!
STAN
I think that was Ricky.
LAURA
You’ve named him?
STAN
If they’re going to live here, I might as well name them.
LAURA
You need to get your life together, little brother. Your house is like a twelve year old’s room. Dad always yelled at you whenever you didn’t clean up your--
Laura looks down at Stan, whose saddened grimace at hearing this is counter-pointed by whip cream on his nose. Laura wipes it off with a warm smile.
LAURA
Sorry Stanley. It’s your place, I shouldn’t butt in.
(beat)
But you know, Hollis Hucklebee is back in town, and he’s going to be hosting a mighty revival tonight. Growing up, Hucklebee’s teachings really brought me comfort and gave me direction. He’s truly inspirational, and--
STAN
--Laura, you know I have my poker game tonight--
LAURA
--I have an extra ticket, and you could come right after poker--
STAN
--and I would be totally out of place in a large room full of a bunch of raving zealots blowing the balls of a bigoted old codger like Hucklebee.
Laura kneels, grabbing his hand with pleading eyes.
LAURA
Please Stanley. No one will force it down your throat. Just listen. It would mean a lot to me, and I think this could be really life-changing for you.
STAN
Laura, come on--
LAURA
--Since dad died, I’ve taken care of you, I’ve taken care of mom in the home, and I never ask for any more than--
STAN
--Okay, okay. Pick me up after the game.
Laura jumps towards the door, excited.
LAURA
Great! I’ll see you at nine! Have a blessed day!
STAN
Could you take out the trash befo--
The door slams shut with Laura’s exit.
STAN
--Fiiiine, I’ll do it.
EXT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
Stan’s neighborhood is near-perfect suburbia, including friendly, waving neighbors. Stan grimaces uncomfortably as he drops his trash in the bin. In his neighbors’ yard, PETUNIA, 38, plump and unattractive, waters her hedges.
PETUNIA
Stan! Stan!
Stan gives a quick wave while returning to his house.
PETUNIA
Hold it right there, handsome.
STAN
Petunia.
PETUNIA
I was wondering when you’d pop your head out of that cave of yours.
STAN
Yeah, I’ve popped out. I saw my shadow though, so I better hurry back in now.
PETUNIA
I was wondering...I’ve noticed numerous beer cans appearing in my backyard recently. And you know, I usually keep Petal...
An ugly terrier barks in Petunia’s window.
PETUNIA
...out in back, but I’m afraid she’s been drinking from the remnants of the cans.
STAN
Wow, your dog’s an alcoholic? You should get her help.
PETUNIA
It would help if there weren’t beer cans there.
STAN
If you kept your backyard neater, it probably wouldn’t happen. I gotta go do some work, so you have a blessed day. Bye!
Stan runs back into the house before Petunia can speak.
INT. STAN LUTHER’S HOUSE - MORNING
Stan walks in as his phone is ringing. He picks up.
STAN
Hello, Luther Insurance and Kitchen Appliances.
EXT. SMALL HOUSE - DAY
INTERCUT PHONE CONVERSATION
DAN RUNTY, 32, over-weight and sweating, repairs a large Motor Home, talking on his headset.
DAN
Stan my man, ready to lose the rest of your dough tonight?
STAN
Dan, by the time we’re done, I’ll own your kidney, Joel’s car, and David’s soul.
DAN
Ha, right! Look man, something’s wrong with Bertha.
STAN
Who’s Bertha?
DAN
The Motor Home.
STAN
I thought you were going to name it Tommy Lee’s Pe--
DAN
--yeah, the wife didn’t like. So I named it after her mother.
STAN
Tasteful. So what’s the problem?
DAN
The problem is I’d like to have her repaired before the weekend. Can you pick up the beers?
STAN
I gotta host and provide the booze? What about--
DAN
--Joel’s at the club all day, and David can’t legally buy alcohol while he’s on parole.
STAN
Does the store deliver?
DAN
Stan!
STAN
All right, I’ll get...something.
KITCHEN - LATER
Stan searches his fridge and cupboards. He finds a beer can in the third cupboard he checks. He lifts it up, and a rat falls out the back and scurries off. He grimaces.
INT. GROCERY STORE - DAY
Stan carries an 18 pack, two bags of chips, four Slim Jims, and a fifth of Whiskey. Stan puts these all down as he gets to the salsa rack. He checks his wallet. Nearly empty.
Stan grabs a jar of salsa, opens it, tastes it, and puts the lid back on. Seeing no one watching, Stan puts the jar down his pants, in his crotch area. He slips the Slim Jims into his waste line and covers them with his shirt. He carries the rest to the counter, smiling and humming.
SERENA SHERMAN, 28, an attractive Goth in a Slipknot t-shirt, works at Stan’s check-out counter. Her boredom is evident. BEEZY and JARK, two male Goths, work at the other counters.
BEEZY
(sarcastic)
I heard Jesus spoke to Hucklebee directly, and warned him about Katrina!
JARK
And he didn’t tell the world?!
BEEZY
He was about to, but the Devil gave him laryngitis!
Stan puts his food on the counter. He is smitten by Serena.
STAN
Hey there. What’s a Slipknot?
SERENA
Like, the greatest hard rock band out there.
STAN
What? How can you say that when Black Sabbath and Motley Crue exist?
SERENA
Motley who?
Stan feigns a heart attack. She smirks. Stan looks at her name tag.
STAN
Serena, you need a lesson in the history of metal.
SERENA
Well...
STAN
Stan. Stan Luther.
SERENA
...Stan, you need a lesson in proper stealing techniques. Always put the Slim Jims in your back waist band.
Stan looks down, and sees the curves of the Slim Jims are showing beneath his shirt.
SERENA
Don’t worry, I won’t bust you. You’ve got enough problems.
STAN
Like what?
SERENA
Like the lid of your salsa wasn’t on very tightly.
Stan looks at his crotch. It’s wet, with drops of salsa leaking through his pants.
STAN
Nice meeting you, Serena.
SERENA
Bye Stan.
Stan puts money on the counter and waddles out of the store.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Meme Series
These pieces were inspired by various internet memes that amused me. Having been disappointed by my lettering on the ant-eater piece, I chose to use typed or photoshopped font for the other two images.
Collage Series pt. 2
I started this series three or so years ago after being re-inspired by some similar mixed-media pieces at a museum in New York. The Bill Maher piece was done back when I was in Junior High, with the rest being more recent.
Friday, December 23, 2011
The Point of This
I think of myself as a creative person. I write screenplays, have directed short films, draw, paint, play guitar, write songs...and I like sharing my work.
This blog will mainly contain posts of my creative work. Scans of my art, photography, short stories, parts of screenplays (I may piece by piece post an entire script on here in a serial format), and if I get ambitious, perhaps a song. Anything I do creatively that can be shared, I shall try to share it.
On my professional website, www.boliebman.com, you can find links to watch the short films I've written and directed. I will link to any future work like this.
On occasion, I may post a movie review or song recommendation.
I will not use this blog to rant or rave about whatever's on my mind. I will happily do that to you in person if you so desire.
I do not promise any consistency with how I update this blog, but I will do my best not to let it die.
So, read, comment, share and enjoy. Be creative.
Bo
This blog will mainly contain posts of my creative work. Scans of my art, photography, short stories, parts of screenplays (I may piece by piece post an entire script on here in a serial format), and if I get ambitious, perhaps a song. Anything I do creatively that can be shared, I shall try to share it.
On my professional website, www.boliebman.com, you can find links to watch the short films I've written and directed. I will link to any future work like this.
On occasion, I may post a movie review or song recommendation.
I will not use this blog to rant or rave about whatever's on my mind. I will happily do that to you in person if you so desire.
I do not promise any consistency with how I update this blog, but I will do my best not to let it die.
So, read, comment, share and enjoy. Be creative.
Bo
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