It was never really answered as far as I could tell - the question that the title of this old super 8 movie from the shelves of Zambezi Bioscope Productions asks. As I recall, Don had the weirdo title picked out long before he had decided on any plot for a motion picture. Eventually, the two ideas collided and the following movie was the result.
Now if you're lucky, you might be able to find the complete, fully intact, unedited version of this mammoth sized production somewhere else on the web; perhaps on some other blogspot, but the day will never come when any homemade 17-minute movie is uploaded to 'No Relevant Point'. We'd have to be stark raving mad before that kinda nonsense would be allowed. FIVE minute nonsense, maybe. But not 15. And 20 is RIGHT OUT! So what we're about to see here is my drastically streamlined edition of Don's original 1975 effort. We make no apologies. All sales are final.
During a recent, in-person interview with the actual director of this film (Mr. Zambezi himself) I was disappointed to learn that THIS is the crowning glory of his film endeavors. THIS is the top carving on the Zambezi totem pole. I'm sad, not because the feature itself isn't impressive (it is) but because there are no further hidden gems like it in the storage vaults waiting to be uncovered. This is it for the great Zambezi Bioscope Company - as far as contributing to the local Blazerville film community goes. There's just nothing left in the tank.
Sigh. But at least we have what we have here - a peaceful salute to a lazy Autumn Sunday afternoon playing a card game with 'the boys'. We gots potato chips, we gots cola, we gots a dead body buried in the back yard. Another typical day in Blazerville.
Constant discussions on how there is nothing meaningful to discuss anymore. Topics raised and lowered without so much as a backwards glance. Cartoon figures of speech which make implied comparisons between things that aren't even remotely alike. Plus ruts. Lots of ruts. And a buncha old home movies from the 70s.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Youthful Enthusiasm In Blazerville
Try as we might to adhere to the mandate of our official blog title ('No Relevant Point') we continue to confound ourselves by actually presenting an endless stream of quite relevant material to our small group of viewers.
And once again, for today's program, we've uploaded a rather relevant entry after managing to dig up rare 1970s super 8 scenes from Blazerville's second oldest movie studio: 'Zambezi Bioscope Productions'. I believe that this will be the first film footage uploaded to this stage that was NOT shot with one of my own cameras.
And a tantalizing collection of visual snippets we have here. Full of youthful enthusiasm for life on the streets of Blazerville - and apparently inside my own basement suite. In the credits for the two films we are watching, cameraman/director Don has listed me as his assistant.
However, the only assistance I can recall offering Don during the making of these films was that I would keep out of sight and off screen during his principle shooting. I suppose he could also be referring to the fact that it was out the passenger window of my Dudge Dart that he shot many tracking scenes of a rain-drenched Darcy cycling beside us up Little Mountain.
And once again, for today's program, we've uploaded a rather relevant entry after managing to dig up rare 1970s super 8 scenes from Blazerville's second oldest movie studio: 'Zambezi Bioscope Productions'. I believe that this will be the first film footage uploaded to this stage that was NOT shot with one of my own cameras.
And a tantalizing collection of visual snippets we have here. Full of youthful enthusiasm for life on the streets of Blazerville - and apparently inside my own basement suite. In the credits for the two films we are watching, cameraman/director Don has listed me as his assistant.
However, the only assistance I can recall offering Don during the making of these films was that I would keep out of sight and off screen during his principle shooting. I suppose he could also be referring to the fact that it was out the passenger window of my Dudge Dart that he shot many tracking scenes of a rain-drenched Darcy cycling beside us up Little Mountain.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Variety Pack O' Memories
More of those oddly familiar faces from the past. More of those names that have been blown into the foggy mountains of forgetfulness. I'm not sure I can explain what we're about to see in this episode; I barely remember filming any of it. Nothing predates 1984 is all I'm sure of. Well maybe one scene is from 1983; but who can be sure.
And yes; normally I would keep my camera (and myself) stationed in one place long enough to capture a full and comprehensive record of whatever individual event I was attending. But after watching some of these scattered and mixed up moments from more than a dozen different locations, it's easy to conclude that perhaps I only filmed a few short seconds from each outing before wrapping things up and moving on to the next setting. But you'd be wrong with that conclusion.
I kinda like this variety-pack style of reporting. It also serves to indicate to our viewers just how much recorded nonsense we still have to endure in our future blog entries.
And yes; normally I would keep my camera (and myself) stationed in one place long enough to capture a full and comprehensive record of whatever individual event I was attending. But after watching some of these scattered and mixed up moments from more than a dozen different locations, it's easy to conclude that perhaps I only filmed a few short seconds from each outing before wrapping things up and moving on to the next setting. But you'd be wrong with that conclusion.
I kinda like this variety-pack style of reporting. It also serves to indicate to our viewers just how much recorded nonsense we still have to endure in our future blog entries.
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