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16:9 Magazine

Way back in 2001 I launched a film publication called 16:9 Magazine. Designed to be the voice of the Colorado indie film community, the noble rag covered regional filmmaking events, published interviews with big-time directors, promoted film events, and generally worked to provide a vibrant public platform for the area's creative forces. We had a cool website, too, which provided more timely news and entertainment and supplemented the print component nicely. I even created an "indie film channel" that worked something like YouTube - but four years before they became a global phenomenon. 

Amazing people, positive reviews, fans, and then...then...then... Well, it didn't work out. The rest is what is typically called 'a long story' and not for this venue. 

However, I'm proud of the work we did and wanted to make it available for posterity. There's a chance a still have chunk of code on a server somewhere and may be able to reanimate the old website but that'll be later.

Meanwhile, for the first time ever, 16:9 Magazine is now available online! Check it out!

And as customary for these kinds of articles, here's a 'Where Are They Now?' breakdown of the awesome people that made 16:9 Magazine possible.


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Eric Elkins
CEO of the social media agency WideFoc.us in Denver, Eric has been writing a bunch under The Dating Dad moniker and has even published a couple books. And he appeared on the Steve Harvey show!

Idelle Jones
Magazine designer and artist, Idelle is still cranking out killer designs under her own flag, IJ Designs. Idelle and her husband Todd live in Denver. 

Eric Beteille
Eric hopped from the Denver Film Society to the American Film Institute and is now Senior Content Strategist at Walt Disney Resorts. Beteille resides in Los Angeles is an accomplished photographer.

Walter Chaw
A long-time (15+ years!) film reviewer and columnist at FilmFreakCentral.net, Chaw has recently taken the position of General Manager at the Denver Alamo Drafthouse.

Paul Sullivan
A terrifically talented artist, Paul moved on to create for such global hits as Tomb Raider: Underworld and X-Men: The Official Game and was recently the Art Director for the hit animated film, THE BOOK OF LIFE.

Sandra Murray
A sales professional and all around promoter, Sandra continues to do great marketing, event planning, and fundraising work in Denver under her company Contagious Media.

Erin Breeze
After picking up an MA in Peace and Development studies at University of Limerick, Breeze is now Executive Director of Building Bridges, a non-profit organization fostering tolerance and communication.


And finally, writer/director Michael Tully, who penned the magazine's 'Inspiration' article (as well as a hilarious piece for the website comparing/contrasting actors David Keith vs Keith David) went on to helm the respected indie film journalism depot Hammer To Nail and write and direct three feature films - one of which he also starred in. His most recent film was PING PONG SUMMER. Currently living in Austin, TX, Tully is working on a creepy atmospheric thriller set in the cold misty lowlands of Ireland.

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Golden Chorus

50 Shades of Wild Grey Sex (In the Working Class)

Gimme Your Wallet!

Re-surfacing after years of languishing in a forgotten folder somewhere, a clip of me testing a scene for the short film SHADOW ANGEL. Apart from the amazing performance, it's hard to handle how crappy iPhone footage looked back in 2009!

 

 

This scene was included in the final version of the film (but I looked a lot tougher). You can watch the entire SHADOW ANGEL short film HERE.

 

Chalk It Up To...

Here's a couple things I've done with standard kids' sidewalk chalk. No plans or reason; mostly just for fun. It's also been nice to create something without any agenda. Crummy commercial chalk on a gritty city sidewalk is such a low-pressure situation that I can more easily be in the creative moment - no worrying about quality or focus or client bullet points. Chalking these designs helps to remind me, on a very basic level, to listen to a different voice.

It's tough on the back, however. 

 

SuprCaliFragile

I started a slow-burn Twitter project a couple days ago that I'm calling "SuprCaliFragile". Not a lot to it, really. I'm simply tweeting a single song a week from not-legendary-and-it's-a-crime singer/songwriter Scott Miller. His bands Game Theory and The Loud Family put out some amazing pop music in the 80's and 90's but were largely ignored by the public. Who?

Via Wikipedia:

Game Theory was a 1980s power pop band, founded by singer/songwriter Scott Miller, combining melodic jangle pop with dense experimental production and hyperliterate lyrics. MTV described their sound as "still visceral and vital" in 2013, with records "full of sweetly psychedelic-tinged, appealingly idiosyncratic gems" that continued "influencing a new generation of indie artists."^[1] In September 2014, Omnivore Recordings released the first of a series of remastered reissues of the entire Game Theory catalog.^[2]

Miller was the group's leader and sole constant member, presiding over frequently changing line-ups. During its early years in Davis, California, Game Theory was often associated with the Paisley Underground movement, but remained based in northern California, moving to the Bay Area in 1985, while similarly aligned local bands moved to Los Angeles.^[3][4]

Game Theory released seven LPs and EPs from 1982 to 1990, not including three compilations. The group became known for its fusion of catchy musical hooks with musical complexity, as well as for Miller's lyrics that often featured self-described "young-adult-hurt-feeling-athons,"^[5] along with literary references (e.g., Real Nighttime's allusions to James Joyce), and pop culture references ranging from Peanuts ("The Red Baron") to Star Trek quotes ("One More for St. Michael").

 

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Baltar in Star Trek?

I never knew that Baltar was originally in Star Trek. 

A Tragic Distance

It was a beautiful day in Monterey last Saturday. Warm, sunny, and with just the right breeze. Asilomar Beach looked like a custom Instagram filter set on "high" and, hey! Would you look at that! A nice wedding! There on the beach nestled in the corner where the sand met the rock were several dozen people dressed their best and sitting on white folding chairs while two people exchanged vows and rings. "What a perfect day for a wedding", I thought. In the distance families played on the beach, brave souls dipped their toes in the frigid ocean, dogs fetched sticks, and everything was beautiful.

We walked quietly passed the wedding and strolled the beach for a bit before deciding to head back. As we walked we noticed emergency vehicles parked on the road directly in front of the wedding. Had something happened to a wedding guest? As we got closer a couple surfers had come out of the water and were running towards the water near the now-winding-down wedding. Something was wrong.

Making our way towards the growing commotion, we pieced together an understanding that someone in the water was in trouble. The waves were pretty massive so we believed an inexperienced surfer had gotten hung up on some rocks or was in some other predicament. The wedding was over and people were leaving - yet some remained and scanned the rocks, waves, and water that had just been their amazing wedding backdrop for whoever was in peril. Other folks stopped and looked to the roiling white water and unforgiving rocks. A Coast Guard ship arrived. And then another.

Two swimmers, brothers, had gotten in trouble - pulled out into the freezing ocean by the riptide. A surfer managed to grab one and paddle him back to shore. But when he went back out to save the other, he was already gone. Disappeared. 

The wedding party had by then dispersed. The white chairs were being folded and carried away. The make-shift stage, dismanted. Flowers were left behind. 

As we walked back to our car, we kept hoping for some sign of success. Maybe the swimmer made it to an outlying rock and was holding on waiting to be rescued? Maybe? But nothing. As the sun began to set and the sky turned pink then orange, a Coast Guard helicopter and jet ski joined the search. And then the sun slid beneath the horizon.

I feel that I actually saw these two kids running into the water. I was about a quarter mile away but recall seeing these two young guys running full tilt towards the water - obviously in a race of some sort. A challenge, a dare, a competition to brave the ocean waves first. Just like brothers do. It stood out and I remember it clearly. I wondered if it had been them.

And then I thought about distance. Closeness. And how close we all are to the very best of things and the end of it all. At any given time. I considered that while the bride and groom were sharing one of the most important, loving, and glorious moments of their lives, an 18-year-old kid was fighting for his life in the ocean a couple hundred yards away. He must have been so close. Could he see the wedding as the waves lifted him up? Did he catch a glimpse of the bridesmaids just before he went under? 

I now pronounce you Man and Wife... Darkness.

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His name was Bryan Capdevielle, 18-years-old and he was from Moraga, CA. His brother, 16-years-old, was the one who was saved by the surfer. READ


 

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