My friends Tim Brearton and Ed Huber are writing, producing, and directing a thriller that takes place during a whitewater rafting trip in the Grand Canyon. The film is called The Ditch and here is a little bit about it:
The Ditch is a psychological thriller about a group of people who are sent down The Colorado river, through the Grand Canyon, by a mysterious company. The rafters are used in an experiment that goes very wrong and the group are challenged by much more than whitewater.
Above is a video Tim recorded for IndieGoGo so they can raise the $3,500 they need to get started making this film.
It’s not really my style to come to you all with hat in hand, but since I have next to nothing involved with the actual making of the film besides some guys I call friends, I hope you all will consider making a donation to help support something I really care about, that being Adirondack filmmaking.
Thanks a lot for taking the time to read this.
Source: tjbrearton.com
A nation’s journalists and writers, like its poets and story-tellers, are the eyes, ears, and mouths of the people. When journalists cannot freely speak of what they see and hear of the reality that surrounds them, the people cannot see, hear, or speak it either.
There is a danger in believing that all of anxiety is somehow wrong or a problem which needs to be fixed. If Lana Del Rey doesn’t feel comfortable up there in front of everyone, if part of her yearns for the quiet life – she’s not alone, and I don’t think she needs to “fix” anything. What’s important is the creative world she wants to create. Having a vision, having that creative urge to realize something that is bubbling up from within, that’s what matters. Trying to unearth that, to get that out as intact as possible, to honor it, this is what creative types are meant to do. All of this farrago and scrutiny is not what it ought to be about; popularity is not the fruit of the artist’s labor – how the artist feels about the work and whether or not the vision has been achieved is the measure of fructification.
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“Manipulation of a Star” by my friend Tim Brearton. The perfect thing around this time of year. It kind of looks like Superman’s spaceship rising out of Krypton.
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This is my friend Lana’s music video “Blue Jeans”. Lana, or as I know her as Lizzy, is one of my oldest friends, going back as far as twenty years to both of us playing at the Lake Placid Club Beach. There’s something about knowing someone for so long, and seeing something really quite extraordinary come from them, it kind of feels like you’ve been standing near a vein of the world knowing that this person is amazing just when the rest of the world is starting to realize it as well. Her debut album comes out Oct. 11, you can pre-order it now.
My buddy Tim (who has a new collection of stories out and is moving into a new house) has posted some of his son’s school drawings.
I don’t know when it happened but sometime over the last year I’ve grown ovaries and go into squeeling fits of “Ohhhhh, that’s SO ADORABLE” at the sight of anything little kid related even when it’s been with a kid I saw come home from the hospital, I should be desensitized from anything Jude-related now but somehow I’ve become even more enamored and girl-y around anything little kid in my old age. Someone help me I’m turning into a woman.
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The latest music video from my friend Tim Brearton. The song is “Brighter Sunny Day” by Bill Cave mixed in with some kiddies playing in the water and Nosferatu footage.
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Random Book That Made A Big Impression On Me When I First Read It And Just Randomly Popped Into My Head of the day.
Ditto, man. Banks is a guy I really respect and he’s always been a big inspiration. He’s a local, living just outside of Lake Placid. I read RULE OF THE BONE for one of my English classes sophomore year of undergrad at SBU and when I went to work for the Lake Placid Film Forum that summer, he was one of the founders. He’s alot like what you would expect Ernest Hemingway to be like if he was alive today with close cut white hair and beard. Loves red wine and loves a good story. Always happy to be amongst people, anyone, and is a bit of social butterfly, but apparently he’s only like that after he’s finished a book.
After college, I worked as a courier for a law office in town from time to time. Mostly just delivering documents to the courthouse in Elizabethtown and one time I had to deliver something out to Banks’ house in Keene. He hadn’t mowed his lawn in forever and it was overgrowing the entire property, the house was — I guess a three story— log cabin with a huge open window in front of the house looking out over the overgrown lawn and the Adirondack mountains beyond that. I could see this was his office from the driveway because it had a computer and stacks of files and books. He came out and greeted me and remembered me from the film festival and I just picked his brain about living and writing out here. He was generous enough to give me a tour of the house and to be honest I can’t really remember anything that stood out about the house besides the view from his office.
We talked about writing, and he gave me the lesson that I think just about every writer needs to hear when you’re 22: that you really can’t write about anything unless you’ve gone out and lived and done things that are completely out of your personal character. You have to be poor and make good money, you have to be a student again, and you actually have to have a deep relationship with a significant other before you can really write about anything that has any ounce of honesty in it. And let’s face it, at 22, I had none of those things besides a very high tolerance which he said that is all the experience you are allowed to have at 22.
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The completely rad trailer to my friend Tim Brearton’s novel, Rehabilitation.
