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I Drink Your Blood superficially concerns what happens when a rural enclave of Appalachian Americans confronts a band of tie-dye-wearing, Crowley-spouting, LSD-taking, hydrophobia-infected Satanic flower children led by a character named Horace Bones (the actor apparently not realizing that his actual name, Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury, was much cooler). Beyond the dismembering and foaming at the mouth which pretty immediately ensues, though, IDYB boasts some innovative production qualities, including a luminous, grainy, color-saturated film stock, the use of disquieting droning noises instead of stock scary music, and imaginative deployment of rodents.
Inspired by the Joan Didion Imagery
Members of the Coconut Grove Rotary Club were treated to a book-signing-cum-circus act last week, when man's man Bob Wallace showed up with a Florida panther and an African serval in tow. The photographer, author, scientist, pilot, judo instructor, and deep-sea diver has written and shot photos for National Geographic, Newsweek, and Rolling Stone, among other magazines. At the age of 71, the former Cousteau compatriot still has the military bearing acquired during his Army career, and an archive of macho stories about oxygen lines malfunctioning at 300 feet below the surface and ultralights tipping 300 feet in the air.
So what was badass Bob presenting to the Rotarians? A children's book of course. It seems Wallace was so taken by a motherless deer found in the Everglades that he adopted the fawn, bottle-fed it, and raised it with the canine influence of a couple of friendly black labs. So Wallace has written The Adventures of Ichi the Baby Deer. For a guy like Wallace, though, even a book for the kids needs a hint of peril, as evidenced by the passage wherein the author relates the true story of a friend bitten by a rattlesnake. The page is decorated with a life-size image of the viper and exclaims in bold print: "Skeet was losing his fight for life!" Not to fear, though -- Skeet makes it.
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While gaining attention for his role as a founder of the Florida Room Film Festival, Juan Carlos Zaldívar has run into difficulties getting his own movie, Soldiers Pay, into theaters. Zaldívar, of Miami, directed the documentary about Iraq with Hollywood philosopher David O. Russell, of I Heart Huckabees fame. Originally scheduled to accompany the theatrical re-release of Russell's Three Kings, Zaldívar's project was dumped by distributor Warner Bros. because of its overt political content.
Fortunately for Zaldívar and Russell, Cinema Libre, a small production company with titles such as Uncovered: The War in Iraq in its catalogue picked up their documentary. Soldiers Pay will now be shown on a double bill with Uncovered. Unfortunately, Uncovered has already closed in Miami, so Cinema Libre has a new plan. Zaldívar explains, "Unfortunately we missed all of the marketing for the film because it was already out when this happened. It's been really difficult because there hasn't been any branding of the film. So we're just depending on reporters that we meet."
Cinema Libre has put together a trilogy of political documentaries including Unconstitutional (about the Patriot Act) with Soldiers Pay as the opener. So the film will finally be seen at a special screening at Miami Beach Cinematheque on November 1 -- the day before the election.
Who's Fighting Now?
Miami real estate investor and nightclub owner Aramis Lorie insists he maintains a personal nonaggression pact when it comes to dealing with irate customers at his happening restaurant-lounge The District.
"Ask people who know me and they will tell you I never cause problems," Lorie says. "I'm the most peaceful guy. I don't have time to get into fights or confrontations with people."
But Hollywood marketing executive Louis Pelaez alleges Lorie was ready to rock him with a right hook during a disagreement that took place this past September 17. Pelaez attended an art exhibit and auction at a nearby gallery to benefit Charlee Homes for Children, then trekked over to the after-party at The District for a nightcap. Pelaez and his date had just ordered drinks when, the 39-year-old claims, Lorie invaded his personal space. "The place wasn't even crowded," Pelaez complained to The Bitch, "but this guy was on me. He was so close that my elbow hit him when I tried to move out of the way."
Pelaez says despite moving to the other end of the bar, Lorie crowded in a second time. "I could literally feel his body rubbing up against my buttocks," Pelaez intones in a Bronxy drawl. "He asks me: 'Who the fuck are you?' And then he informs me that he's the 'fucking owner.' He grabs my hand and squeezes it so hard that the plastic cup I'm holding crushes in my hand, spilling my drink all over me."