Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Sunday, October 24, 2010

subject return to the sketch group...

After many months, last night on Thursday the 21st, I returned to the coffee house sketch group. In last six months  I was taking night classes at Los Angeles School of Figurative Arts and The Animation Guild. I often avoided The Thursday nights and would go straight home. But when I came to crossroad that would take me home to a quiet apartment where I'd end up just playing videogames and early night sleep, I decided turn the other direction and visit the talented and inspiring artist I have deprived myself of for so long.

Ironically I also had a very intellectual discussion about psychology of Jealousy with a fellow artist. With my level intelligence, the intellectual was more on her side to be honest. I enjoyed her perspective on the subject and was refreshed by our discussion.

In general It just felt good to surround myself by people that truly get where I'm coming from and where I want to go. Because they may have been there or are still on the same path. I am starting to ramble on, but since I don't really post much, I'll wrap it up. I definitely will be continuing this tradition I have lost somehow along the way.

~Frank Dellafemina

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Words of a Greenhouse Partner:

"My new Favorite Phrase: I am the first Platinum President."

~Marquette Williams
  Greenhouse Studios LLC


His refusal only angered me more.
"But I was promised, guaranteed actually," I responded with confusion.
"You were no more guaranteed than anyone else," he responded.
"But your wrong, I was! In fact that is the very reason I'm here today."
This argument continued for several minutes until I left in a furious anger. The kind of anger that scars one from the inside. The kind of anger that slices and dices rational thought. This anger carried me outside into the street and it was there that I met my new fate. A fate I could not imagine living before.
"Try this," came a voice from behind me.
I had been warned not to trust strangers as a youth. Strangers such as this.
"What is it?", my internal curiosity instantly spouted out. "I have never seen a pill such as this."
"That is why I give it to you now," he responded with compassion.
I did not ask this question out loud though. Or did I?
"Go with it," I said to myself. Hell, maybe I could Shine, who knows.
As I took this pill into my hands I felt a burden, a lifelong burden, being lifted. That preverbal weight of conformity being ripped off of me. I loved it, I relished in it. F%#k the world I knew before. This is what I've wanted and now it was in my own hands.
Changing one pill inside this building for another outside seemed crazy at first, but not in this desperate situation I had found myself in. It was in fact a new pill of unconditional acceptance for me to enjoy.
I had it in my hands now. I had it and it was about to fill my brain with new concepts of reality. New dreams and a new architecture for my so called soul! I was about to be re-born and I somehow knew it. Screw what others told me I was supposed to be. SCREW ALL OF THEM! In my hands was my future. One that was not pushed upon me, but was presented to me.
This new pill was not gilded in hypocrisy or filled with empty rhetoric. This pill was in fact the forbidden fruit that was looked down upon by those very followers. Those that blindly march in lock-step, those that had long ago drunk that nasty bitter tasting Cool-Aid. This pill was in fact for anyone who would listen and I was this man now. Others had called it a dirty four letter word. Still others insisted it was filled with stories of people who do not understand.
I took my new medicine and brought in internal daylight. I took this medicine in defiance of a system that had now rejected me and my mind. I took this pill this stranger put in my hands today. But before I did I had one more question.
"What is this new pill called stranger?"
He smiled with enthusiasm and said, "BOOK".


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Words of a Greenhouse Account Executive:

Recently the majority of my time has gone into completing the post on the Wilderness.  The Wilderness is an independent thriller film that was shot on the RED and Canon 5D, finished from the 4K raw and output to an uncompressed HD file.  We were up against a deadline to screen the film last wednesday, which pushed us all to the edge.  The director worked long hours with our mixer to complete his final master piece, as we coordinated the final online and the creation of a Blu Ray for the screening.  Thankfully, we pulled it off and made the screening, breathing a sigh of relief.  Its never a boring day in the world of post-production.

~Brian Amandus
Greenhouse Studios
Account Executive

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Words of a Greenhouse Executive Assistant:  

    "As a new writer, I constantly want to gain knowledge on new and creative ways of writing a screenplay and most importantly telling a story. Having written two scripts one being a family adventure and the other a drama, I always feel there is more to learn. Recently I watched a DVD entitled, “On the Page”, a screenwriting workshop that teaches you not only how to structure your script but finding ways to keep your reader turning the page. I’m approaching my third script entitled; “Michael’s Quarter” and once again, I’ve wiped the slate clean as if it’s my first script. Although with this approach, it takes a littler longer in my writing process, but I’ve learned it keeps me humbled and allows me to grow as a writer."

   ~  Mary Standifer
       Executive Assistant
       Greenhouse Studios
Words of a Greenhouse Employee:

Today I am continuing to work on the storyboards for Dead Recon. I have about 12 scenes completed. The biggest of action sequences are the most challenging. Thus far things have been moving at a fair pace. I think I could get them done faster if I had 10 hands and 8 brains. Actually they would have to be 10 right hands. Which would make the concept all that much weirder, because now I'm just deformed.

I looked forward to actually drawing out the exploding and genocide of some " evil creatures" in the upcoming scenes. I wonder if somehow we can get Bruce Campbell to make a Cameo. I don't see how you can have a proper monster movie without him. How can you rightfully fight evil without a chainsaw and witty banter like, "suck on my boomstick".

~Frank Dellafemina

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Words of a Greenhouse Partner:

Love the chemistry I have with my staff. Love how we smile, we laugh, and we get the job done.

~Marquette Williams
Greenhouse Studios

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Who says sandwiches are boring?

I was hungry today and since I live in Los Angeles there is a SUBWAY sandwiches behind my apartment. Not as prevalent an establishment as STAR-BUCKS, but just as much a cancer to every major American city. I wanted my Spicy Italian though, so I put this aside and went out into the hot, trashy air filled Hollywood I love.
Upon entry I discovered I was only to be the second in line. A rarity indeed. Excited, I picked my bread and said, "Foot long my good man". As the toppings were spread across the bread a yell came out of the customer next to me. Not a normal yell, but the kind that turns heads. An impatient outburst that gets people killed in my town. Or at least makes them a famous.
Rang out and crossed the little hairs inside my ears.
A controversy was at play. Not the kind you see some ass hole on the news going off about, because they found the only dumb-ass to disagree with reason and created a NEWS...LOL story about it. No this was a true controversy. The tomato controversy. Fresh on bottom, watery and thin on top buddy.
"What's the problem?" he said, "I just want fresh tomato, why are you not listening to me?"
I thought that seemed like a reasonable question, but it wasn't! Not according to the Manager who quickly jumped in front of this minimum wage kid to deal with this out burst.
"Sir, all the tomato's are the same." "No, THEY AREN'T," he said. " Look at the tomato's on top, there disgusting. I want good tomato's. I'm the customer and I want it my way."
Apparently this isn't like Burger King because he wasn't going to get it his way.
The manager said, "Please calm down sir or I'll have to ask you to leave." This did not go over well. This customer started to blast off and began knocking items off the counter. BLAM, landed a plastic container filled with fat riddled cookies. SMACK, against the wall went some card board cut out sale items. And just as an entire rack of Lays potato heart attacks THUDDED to the floor at my feet the Manager came around the counter.
"Don't touch me or I'll sue your ass," sprang out of this customer slash news story in front of me. That didn't stop this South American immigrant from pushing him toward the door though. It was on. What would you do? Get out of the way? Help the Manager? Help the Customer? All I could do was start to laugh at this display. I was hungry when I walked in, but now I was being entertained in a way that was totally unexpected. Like when you try to catch a fly, but that little shit just keeps escaping your grasp.
The customer braced himself against a nearby padded plastic booth. The Manager, now visibly fuming with anger grabbed him by his arm and started pulling him towards the door. This little immigrant was strong though. Too strong for the customer. So he fell to the ground like a little child who didn't want to go to bed. "I WANT MY DAMB FRESH TOMATO'S," he screamed as he braced himself against the booth. The Manager screamed back, "GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
Another employee came around the counter to help the Manager. Possibly to assure that quarter and hour raise he had been asking for for the last month and a half or possibly because this customer was just another impatient asshole living in Hollywood.
The Manager had one leg, the employee had the other and they where pulling with all their Subway strength. The customer could only hang on by his arms for another moment, but this moment was lasting. One hand broke free, he was almost out the door now when I stepped forward and ever so gently pulled a finger of his away from the booth. This didn't do it completely though. There was one more moment for me.
As I watched the last four fingers one by one pop off of the booth the customer looked me dead in the eye with sympathy and said,"Tomato's are supposed to be fresh, right?" But before I could answer him the last of his fingers popped free and they dragged him kicking and screaming out the door by his legs. Kind of like the way I'm pulling your leg right now.
  Greenhouse Studios Intern
  Graphic Design
Words of a Greenhouse Parnter:
"Just had a budget meeting with the line producer for Dead Recon. We are preparing for our scouting trip to the Philippines later this month. The planning is always some of the fun in making a film.  A lot of people would disagree with me, but putting the pieces together when you are making a film is very satisfying when you see it all come together. I’m also knee deep in development on some of our other film and television projects, which is another aspect of this business that I love; seeing the thoughts and ideas make their way to the page."

~~Moni Boyce
    Greenhouse Studios, LLC
Words of a Greenhouse Partner:

"Its funny how when you finally get a chance to work with a real star how professional and open they can be.  How helpful and gracious they can be.  It was awesome to hang out with "Mr. Blonde" and talk about Dead Recon.  The image of young Luke swinging off the back of a golf cart will always bring a smile to my face."

~Marquette Williams
  Greenhouse Studios