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A Time of Noble Ideas and Deeds
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A time of Noble Ideas and Deeds

The haze of our dailey distractions, which are many and important, we sit with nothing to drive us forward. We trust no one who leads us. We assume their greed and lack of personal integrity. In our day we work with many. We know nothing about them or their motives. We live in a world of constant distraction and more distraction is being sold to us every day, the machines we connect our lives too. Bringing us a constant flow of information for the purpose of distraction. Are our lives so meaningless that if we were allowed even a moment of self-introspection we would be so unhappy? Only you can answer this question for yourself.

All I know is I hear very few words of Noble thought around me. It is all pragmatic. We have moved into this Age of Meanness with little concern for truly making a better place. We buy our social activism by buying the right car, the right steak, chicken or eggs. We have been taught that our dollars are our voice and that it is enough.

I recently watched the Occupy movement move listlessly through our news seemingly without direction or purpose. No leaders rose up to lead those that were willing to vote with more than their dollars. I watched as our police forces abused them, someone sons and daughters without true reproach. Is this a leaderless generation.

I remember as a boy in Alaska believing in something important. I am no longer sure what that something is. I remember vaguely talks about ideas involving words like justice, loyalty, truth, compassion and hope. These were hangover thoughts from the 60s, most likely. I made the mistake of reading Arthurian legends and believing in quest. But these all became role-playing games. I remember when we talked about needing leadership that believed in something. I remember reading about a statue that sat in New York harbor. I remember the golden rule. Not the one where those with the gold made rules. I remember when even those with the gold felt some level of responsibility. Maybe these were all the fantasies of a boy in the 70s thousands of miles away from the rest of America. Maybe I made it all up, hoping that there was a place of Justice and High ideas.

So growing up this is how it went. I supported men I thought had high ideas only to find them pushed aside by their own personal desires. I have become disenchanted with the political system here, and now abstain from voting. There is no one with ideas high enough to believe in.

If we are pragmatic, I have to ask is this all we have? Is this all we are? What happened that made us take the art out of life, and the dream from our souls? Where is the leadership or are we simply a mob moving from one loud shout to another? My soul is tired and I know most peoples are.

Should we return to God? As of late there seems to be no one with a strong enough spiritual agenda to lead us back. I was raised Mormon, and even there where Noble ideas are espoused, the church’s, financial, social and political agenda have blinded us all from the light. It has become a troop of robbers, stealing the freedom and sometimes even the lives of its own children, in the name of a holy purpose. The suicide rate in Utah is frightening. And they spread hopelessness with political dollars.  So I walk away sad.

Every Noble idea that was my country has been tossed away along with due process, freedom, protection for the government itself, health and even neighbors. We assume that our government is doing horrible things, and we are okay with it. We hear about these things in the “news” and we are okay with it. We listen to the millions without jobs and we are okay with it. We are pragmatic. It has to be this way, well because it is.

I do not agree. I feel strongly that right now we need Noble ideas. And though as a country we were never perfect, we were growing towards high concepts of justice and freedom.  It took the deaths of 100 of thousands in the late 1800s so that Martin Luther King could march in the 60s to legitimize their sacrifice.  Now we attach immigrants, and anyone who is not American. Our government attacks its own citizens even executing them without trial. We’ve seen the news. We have removed due process now for anyone labeled or declared a possible terrorist. I can only think of Germany’s use of the word Judin and what it resulted in.

Maybe I am wrong, and we need to be pragmatic. Maybe I am wrong about the direction of things, though we listen to the news and celebrate the events of late. Maybe I am wrong about Noble ideas. Maybe we have never stepped from the dark ages where suffering was justified as the will of God and torture defined truth. If I am wrong so be it. I would rather be wrong and believe in the Noble possibility for mankind. 


Two Days Away from LA in an Age of Meaness
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I have been away from LA for two days and I head back tonight. I have used this time to reflect and observe. I saw a homeless woman twice at the Safeway here. They have a Starbucks inside. I thought she was waiting for someone. She seemed in good cheer.  When I came back nearly 10 hours later to pick up something, I saw her again. It was then I saw her blanket. It is cold here and she seemed exhausted. I guess she was not waiting on anyone specific, just life.

Living a life waiting for the hours to pass could easily be a definition of Hell. In norse mythology hell is a place of ice. Though there is no ice on the ground here, it is cold enough that the ice would not melt. We have spent so much time I think worried about who is out to get us as a country that we have forgotten the many who live here, waiting and suffering every single day.

I have been sad most this trip. I have sat in the Starbucks down the street from that Safeway, watching the people here work and those that frequent pass through the doors. I have listen to the news. I have listen to the disasters from so far away that CNN and FOX want me to feel are right next door to me and I wonder about the local news, not the news of the city, but the news that happens around us.

I wonder about all those churches who were supposed to help the poor and the sick, that Ronald Reagan promised would and honestly never did. I wonder about that woman and her thin blanket. I wish I had something to give. Unfortunately like most I am in a bar fight for my survival. I think if I were to label the last 40 years since the 70s, I would have to name this as the Age of Meanness. An age where your neighbor is not important enough to even know his name, an age where women and children sleep on the streets of our now less than great nation, an age where men have been demeaned to uselessness, an age where anyone can say anything about anyone, even if it is not true it is still believed. An age where the lies, misleadings and general viciousness are truth.

We live in an age where our government like our people are exempt from responsibility. I am sad and the woman I saw last night is cold. Alone we are helpless. We have to ask more from our government and those around us, as well as ourselves. We have to ask why? and we have to say NO!

We cannot be a nation that abandons not only the principles of the Constitution, but the hopes of it as well. These hopes include, housing, food, dignity, as well as freedom from unlawful detentions or executions by our government. We have to live by the hopes as well as the protections that our Constitution gives. We have to hope and work for solutions to the millions that now have no where to call home. And we have to believe that these hopes and principles apply to all mankind, here and abroad.

We need to reassert ourselves to a Human Bill of Rights. And that every one no matter where is entitled to these rights. It is cold here and the definition of Hell is not really that far off for many. 

Wrestling Days The Film That Brought Continuum Pictures Together
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My Personal Insight on Being a Filmmaker
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 Mano a Mano, Continuum Pictures Spanish Language Thriller
I remember as a boy sitting in a theater, feeling isolated and alone in the world. I was watching Lawrence of Arabia. I sat watching, the actor Peter O’Toole was moving across the screen as Lawrence and suddenly realized that there were people like myself in the world. It was that moment I fell in love with film. I wanted to make them. I wanted to tell the world that they were okay, all of them no matter where they were in the world.

My life has been a journey. I have tried to spend my days being creative. It is much harder than it seems. It took hitting the very bottom of life to open myself to truly being a writer. It was also then, when I truly embraced becoming a filmmaker.

I have been fortunate since that time to actually have the opportunity to make movies and to be around those who make movies for the world. I have found that who you are around can be as much an inspiration as what you have been through.

Continuum Pictures, and the Continuum team, Danny Torres, Tyler Ross, Mark Lillig, Richard Scott, Quan Tran, and Scott Hayman make it easy to be creative. You come up with an idea, you write it, they get enthusiastic about it and then you go make it.


I hope Continuum Pictures continues to inspire people. We really have built it from the ground up. People we meet along the way like  David Scruggs, Stephen Langford, Michael Katchman and Jennie make it easy to see where the vision can take us.

We recently did a short film for Mike Rossi. It was wonderful to be able to show up with the equipment and a crew simply because we can. The fact that we can reach out and give a first time filmmaker a movie, keeps us humble.
This is a world desperate for creators. We are trying to make a difference. As we grow into the company that does produce the studio films, it is my hope that we can keep this vision.

We are now selecting our next set of projects. This is the first time in nearly three years that we have had this opportunity. The universe has been good to us and to me.

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It is starting to be Winter in Alaska flash back to 2005
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 Alaska and the Cold:

My friends accuse me of not writing much about my bazaar life. For that reason when I come across anything that is a snippet of the experience I don't talk about, well now I share it.

Emails from 50 below zero Fahrenheit. January 2005

Okay I was wondering why at 20 below zero the propane stopped working. So my mother in law calls this morning, lives about 800 feet up the hill and says its 50 below. So I look at our thermometer out the window and it reads 22 or 25. So I tell Robin oh by the way the propane isn't working on the stove. Now I should have put two and two together, but hell I was in the middle of putting a chinese college kid, a leftist white girl and his goofy friend up against some Nazis and hell I am on page 25. So me in my wonderland, well it clicked. so I went outside to turn off the propane so that it doesn't start working with no pilot lights and then explode the house when the furnace kicks on and low and behold I flick the thermometer and just like in the movies that needle drops down to 50 below.

Well that means we are not sending our kids to school today. And we are not going to town. And we are making the mormon missionaries stay in town and not drive the 30 miles or so to our house and die along the way for dinner. But it means I will probably get a lot of writing done because that means I also don't have to do the work outside today.

Bees are Bees and Yellow jackets are not Bees
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Instant replay. My wife sent this back to me today. Reminds me of home. I wrote this a few years back. So once again for my wife, little brother and everyone else in Fairbanks.

Well, I was minding my own business, picking rose hips. I had already picked high bush cranberries with no problems. It wasn't like we hadn't already had one bee—correction, they only look like bees—yellow jacket attack. My younger brother, who is 10, had just had five or so yellow jackets climb up his pants and … well, almost change his voice. Instead I heard, as calm as a 10 year old could say, "We need to move now". It was in a good command voice, a voice you would expect from an 18 year old. That was soon shattered by the piercing screams of "Oh my God!" aaaaaarrrghhhhhh!!!!!!. Clothes flying everywhere, except of course for the hockey shin guards. (Why he was wearing shin guards to pick rose hips, I will never know.

It was hard to make him believe that it was actually more dangerous to walk through the woods in his underwear than it was to put the pants back on. We negotiated, and agreed that he would put his pants back on … IF the pants were inside out and IF there were no more yellow jackets.

As usual when we made it back to the house, my family had no mercy. “Oh you will be fine!” was the standard reply I grew up with. It was good to see that my family had not changed. Hmmmm, maybe this is why I don't worry about my health.

Poor kid … he's going to have problems.

Okay flash forward to about 45 minutes later. I was determined to get a gallon of rose hips. (I will explain that later). I only had half a gallon. So I decided to go out alone … no decoys. (It’s always good to take a small child along on such ventures; nature is sure to get them first.) So I walked along the road. Pickings were not as good as elsewhere, but, hell, I only need a half a gallon more.
And, well, no yellow jackets would be hiding along the side of the road. NOT TRUE! And once again, I was alone, no decoy, OH I mean little brother.

Poor Kid.

James Duval at age 6Well the rose hips were smaller, and not as good looking as the other’s I’d gotten earlier, but hell, I am making jelly out of them. No one would ever know that they were not as pretty as the last batch. So all was good.

So minding my own business, being careful none-the-less, I had (the answer to had will be shortly following) a half a quart more. Being proud of myself at my speed and agility in Olympic Rose Hip Picking (maybe I need to trade mark this) I plodded on.

It was cool out. A few dogs were barking and well, it is the country and you would expect that. Then I felt it … the cold sting of death that burns like a fire. I had bees, no correction yellow jackets on my arms and on my head.

Panic and the rose hips went a flying, at least fifty feet, like a gnome throw in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. (Just heard that on an audio book on the drive to my parents’ house.) All my effort went to waste as, with my little girl scream and a run, brushing the bees—correction; yellow jackets—off my arms and head. Ah safe! Then I turned and saw 33 yellow jackets flying like Japanese fighters towards me. I use that example because in all the WWII movies, the planes sound like bees, yes I know. Hmmmm next you wonder how I knew the exact number--trust me it is a Matrix moment, except for the girlie scream. Maybe I should have said Whoa. Keanu you are my savior. Hmmm

Okay, well bee stings do sometimes kill people. Yes I meant bees this time. So, have I ever been stung before? NO, I managed to grow up un-penetrated by the littler buggers. Decision time. Do I say “the hell with it and go back for my rose hips”? Or do I do the smart thing and walk back to the house and just see if I have a reaction?

Query: how do you know if you are allergic to bee stings? Well, if you don't die, then you’re not. So I am writing this with five stings compared to my decoy's, oh I mean my little brother’s, two. But we do have one thing in common, the little girlie scream at the sting of death.Danny Torres on Wrestling Days

What adventures lay ahead tomorrow as we pick more cranberries and I go after my damn rose hips? Who knows! I have heard you can make jelly out of rose hips, by the way. High in vitamin C, so they say.

Stay tuned for the further saga of my Northern Exposure days … though, at least I didn’t do the exposure like my decoy did.

I have been back since. The thing is true. It is still the country of Jack London. Mankind is still shares the top of the food chain with everything there. I look forward to the experience of shooting a film in Alaska soon and seeing if we can survive that.

Guidelines For Indie Filmmakers
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  This is a repeat of a post I made a while back

Guidelines for filmmakers:
1. Keep it about the movie
2. No shortcuts
3. Leave the world better than you found it, even the people.
4. No you don't make it by yourself. So plan on taking your team with you--even if others tell you, that you can't. (it gets lonely. I have many lonely friends in the business.)
5. Be aware of where you are at all times, so that you can keep your map in your ahead as to where you want to be.
6. Just because you wrote it, shot it and thought it up does not make it brilliant. It is up to other people to determine brilliance. All you can claim is you did it and it is what it is.
7. Pay attention to people younger than yourself... They are your audience.
8. Everyone is wrong sometimes, it is possible your wrong a lot of the time. Given that, being wrong or right is not very important. Getting it done is.
9. Egos are bad, bad, bad. Can I say bad enough times.
10. Oh yeah I have an ego--bad bad bad.
11. Smile. People probably like you. Oh and when you don't have a permit don't argue with the nice police man. Smile, say please and if he lets you go. Say thank you and mean it. And for God sake leave.
12. Remember some poor filmmaker may be following you in using that equipment, location, person, etc... Try and make all filmmakers good so that the next one does not pay for your mistakes.

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