WHERE THE HEART LIES ... Johnson, Hyten, Golden & Bullis

The Night They Drove Jack Stanley Down

The Night They Drove Jack Stanley Down

I had a dream last night ...

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Matty, that fish smelled horrible...I still cannot believe Mark tolerated it on set...Your one talented but incredibly sick individual...
 
It's pretty cool you guys are a wrap. This will be the first one I will be checking out. I am sure it will not be crushed under the great weight of our collective expectations.
 
It's pretty cool you guys are a wrap. This will be the first one I will be checking out. I am sure it will not be crushed under the great weight of our collective expectations.

We hope to crush expectations by getting everyone to focus on who is doing this. I mean, come on! This is Johnson, Hyten, Golden and Bullis. By adding a legitimate talent such as Geoff Reisner we hoped to not stink up the place too bad. ... and then Matty brings that f*cking fish on set. Story over. Place stinks.
 
It's pretty cool you guys are a wrap. This will be the first one I will be checking out.


i do it the opposite way. i save the ones i think will be the best for last. otherwise the other films would look somewhat disappointing after already seeing the best.
 
God i wish i had rolled when you were trying to get out from under that table last night mark.

That remains hazy in my mind. I am also told (though I am skeptical) that my snoring was audible on a couple takes. Hard for me to believe that (not that I snored, but that someone wouldn't throw a friggin' sandbag at me if such was the case).
 
If i was running sound I would have kicked your ass for sure. we'll find out tomorrow how bad it is.

Consider it cinema verite ... like the flaws in fine leather ... merely proof of its authenticity and character. My sonorous snoring should be prized - not villified.
 
just mark sleeping on my set. and when he was in the shot we had to wake him up and he thrashed around for 5 mintues.
 
Hey, man. Luis gave me a sleeping bag and, thus, sanctioned both my decision to nap and the location I chose. Besides, I was underneath the record bins and, therefore, invisible.
 
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