Colin: October 2007 Archives

CENTIGRADE has been chosen to screen at this years Santa Fe’ International Film Festival!!!!

Thank you one and all for the continued support!!

C.

JANE said:

Colin Cunningham’s “Centigrade” manages to do in 15 minutes what many films cannot do in 2 hours — arrest and transfix his audience’s attention as they watch the mental disintegration of a man from a ugly bully to a fear-laden, sniveling shell of his former self.

With limited dialogue, and Cunningham’s clever camera work, we go on a dizzying ride into our own psyches and psychosis, until the terminus where we are left abandoned in the wasteland of our own fears.

Brilliantly done by a writer, actor, director that I look forward to seeing more from in the years ahead.

BATERISTA said,

“I’ve seen the entire 15-min. short. It’s 15 minutes of knuckle-biting suspense, absolutely unpredictable and thoroughly enjoyable! (This from a woman who doesn’t normally like suspense or horror films.)

RICHARD HERRON Atlanta, Georgia - said,

I have to say at the opening, “CENTIGRADE” is well titled. From the opening scene of the squalid metal trailer, the tension sets the viewer up for, well, the real thing. Camera position choices and quick scene changes that were expertly used in lieu of dialog were crutial to ratcheting up “HEAT” of all kinds. The pleading and the gradually cranked up terror can only be seen as a lost————, but then I say too much. I stayed with this film every second with more than one gasping, un-easy moment. I was reminded of the painting “The Scream”, and also of the best hellfire and brimstone sermon that I ever heard. Colin Cunningham is a gifted physical actor and with this offering, much more. Buckle up and don’t miss this HELL of a ride.

Hey everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates. It’s been a long and interesting past couple of weeks. We’ve taken part in the Vancouver festival, had our screenings and well… I did post something a day or two ago, but decided to pull it. A little too much truth in it.

Anyway. All is well. Going to move on to other more positive pursuits.

Talk soon. C.

I understand not many of you have seen the film yet.

This could be problematic. Granted most critics never see the films they review, they just kind of regurgitate the info provided by the studios, but I digress.

And I don’t really know what to do about it. I suppose that we’ll just have to hope for someone who has.

Perhaps we’ll get a few after tomorrows screening. Looking forward to that.

C.

Got an idea.

Bit of a contest really.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Our screening is coming up this Sunday and well, it’s been hard to get a review. There’s lots of features in the fest with some high profile Hollywood stars and well, it’s entirely understandable.

That said, I was thinking. I thought I’d hold a bit of a contest. The challenge? One of ‘you’ out there writes a review of CENTIGRADE.

Now, for those interested, here’s the rules.

First off, you don’t have to like it. I’m not looking for someone to blow smoke up anyones butt. What I’m looking for is an articulate, intelligent review of the film as you see it. Points will be taken away from those pieces that give away any crucial plot points or twists. Take cheap shots or offer kiss ass flattery. Critiques written with the use of capital letters and full stops get special favor. Basically, I’m looking for something heart felt, well thought out and readable.

Just post them in the comments, I’ll read them and then… I’ll pick two to post. Granted, they’ll all be available in the comments box for any and all to read, but I’ll feature the two chosen right here up front.

The Winners? How ‘bout I mail a copy of the film to anyone, anywhere in the world. Friends, family, your worst enemy. I’ll scribble an autograph to it, lick a stamp and wave bye bye.

So… What do you say? I think it might be fun and it’s about time we get someone else to take center stage.

Therefore, good luck and let not thy fingers fail.

C.

Who stole the cheese?

That’s what everybody who went to the INSIGHT party last Saturday night wants to know. We all know it happened, but nobody is saying a word.

Let me back track a bit.

It’s Saturday night. A parade of limousines, paparazzi and tinsel swirl about the entrance to the hottest ticket in town, the INSIGHT FILM PARTY. A star studded affair complete with velvet roped elegance, silicone draped in Betsy Johnson and of course a nice red carpet to keep the toes warm. It was one hell of a night complete with Vancouver’s most familiar faces.

Your host, Kirk Shaw (prolific producer and business man) put on one hell of a party to which much was graciously provided. Free food, drinks and laughter (we brought the laughter). Couldn’t possibly ask for anything more.

Well, perhaps one more thing.

You see. Somebody at the party wasn’t quite as content as the rest of us and what went down upon their exit has since been inscribed into the annals of film festival infamy.

A guy was arrested for stealing a giant wheel of cheese.

Not just arrested, but hand cuffed, face down on the red carpet and while still dressed to the nines, whisked away to some downtown east side jail cell.

Now that’s what I call a party!

Seriously, this idiot grabbed hold of a giant wheel of blue cheese (retail value around one to three hundred dollars) and tried to make his way to mickey mouse heaven. Well, they busted him right there on the red carpet. On one side of his dinner jacket, a twenty pound orb of aged blue. And on the other side, one purloined silver plated cheese knife to make merry with.

Right now, word is that it was an ‘actor’ from the television show Robson Arms, but that has since come under question. The alternate story being that it was not an actor, but a well known ‘journalist’ or personality.

What is strange is that NOBODY seems to know his name? Everyone knows his face. And everyone says it was somebody very well known. But, nobody’s talking.

Hmmm.

CHEESE-GATE.

So, if any of you out there have heard anything. Let the rumor mill begin. Was it dark and dangerous John Cassini? Wouldn’t put it past you Johnny. You’ve always seemed a bit ‘shifty’ to me. Or, perhaps it was Peter DeLuise? After a year of working out and healthy living, he just ‘snapped’. Could be either one. Gotta wonder about them ‘I-ties’.

My Grandfather always used to say, “Never trust an Italian with your girlfriend… Or your cheese.”

Then again, it could have been me. And this blog is just a ruse to throw you off my tail. Either way. Let me know if you hear anything. Deep Throat, Cancer Man, whatever you want to call yourself. I want the truth. The truth is out there. And I won’t rest until I find out who it was.

I figure we could maybe help bail the guy out.

Or at the very least sneak in a box of Water Biscuits and a brick of Wisconsin Gold.