INT - Normalcy

From the American Primitive screenplay, Part IV Pints.

Painter meets up with a NYC hotel bartender, they spend the weekend in his hotel room; he foolishly falls in love and thinks of forsaking others for her.

He is delusional, of course.

There are other subplots, too: Conflict of Interest, Bongos and Bourbon, and Passing the Torch.

Progress on "Dulcinea"

As part of my American Quixotic series, I am making progress on my Duclinea piece.



The two below are to be shown starting June 6 at the UAG People's Choice Show.

State of Things

This is a very lonely house, where we set up shop and brought our cats and hosted parties and lay in bed during the months of pregnancy and brought home our daughter. It is now a very lonely place, especially at night, especially after my little girl goes to sleep and I am alone here.

Lonely, almost eerie.

I used to love this house. It used to be home. I thought I would live here until I died.

Now I have a new residence, which feels more like home, and in 12 years, upon the graduation of my daughter, I shall move on from Albany.

Home is no longer home anymore...the city, the house, the state of things.

Things have indeed changed.

New Blog

I have set up a new blog, one which requires an invitation to be submitted in order to read it, about the making of the American Primitive screenplays.

The reason that this is an invitation only blog, is that it might be more racy or bold in its writings than this blog, as it will attempt to go a little darker and more in detail about the thinking behind the film.

If you are interested in reading it, simply write me at fprmclain@hotmail.com, or comment below, and I will invite you.

Cigars!

This would probably be a neater photo, if the car was in motion and the scene was desert highway, not a suburban state office outpost. But then, I would not be able to take it and drive.

The Love of My Life

The love of my life is not a romantic interest; it is this little girl...6 years old, sharp as a tack, emotional, bright, artistic, funny, sensitive, and fearless. A lot of times, I see her mother in her, but then...as in reflected in the picture below, I see how she is mine...very much so.

And I smile.

My little girl.

I Was Born Too Late.....

The bumper cars at Hoffman's Playland 5/10/08.













I should have been born in the 1920's, so I could enjoy the 1950s as a young man. If I were the same person I am now, I would have embraced the undercurrent of change that was manifesting itself ever so subversively then...the poets, the jazz, the movie makers (Kubrick, for one...a true 1950s independent), the early days of the sexual revolution.

When I go to amusement parks, such as Hoffman's here in the Capital area, and I see things relics like the bumper cars in the photos above, I feel at home.

Interesting, I enjoy the 1950s, but still consider myself a 21st century man.