So I applied for a small grant from the D.C. Commission on the Arts and Humanities. It was for 2 G’s which would have been helpful, but alas, no loot . Anyways, I’ll keep on applying to different grants and I’ll definitely be sure to read the rules and regulations more carefully next time. Thanks to my friend Bryan Lobar for applying for the grant with me.
Check out the trailer for my Busking D.C.-The Life and Times of D.C. Street Musicians documentary. It plays a little too much like a traditional news piece because I submitted it for the grant and thought I had to make it general. But I’ll be coming out with some more action-packed trailers in these next couple of months. Enjoy this for now.
Watch the short wheelchair dolly videos at the end of this post. One of them was made with the help of a police officer.
Why do so many young movie makers utilize a wheelchair for their dolly shots as opposed to a steadicam, jib, or real dolly tracks? After all, the wheelchair limits you to shooting on only the smoothest of surfaces if you want a 100% smooth dolly shot (a normal sidewalk has too many cracks for smooth wheelchair rolling). And this 100% smooth dolly shot is difficult in and of itself because the person in the wheelchair holding the camera also has to have a steady hand while being pushed. So why the wheelchair? Continue reading
Jimmy Nguyen’s “movie of the month,” The Olfactory Thriller, is a 2 part thriller, 1 part comedy about a man, a burrito and a stranger with an incredible sense of smell. The flick kicks off with opening credits that utilizes still images, live-action film, and some animation that can be reminiscent of past Michael Gondry work. The uplifting Spanish music sets the film’s light-hearted tone and warns the viewer not to take it too seriously. Continue reading
For best viewing watch full screen at 720p.
Synopsis: Fred (Jimmy Nguyen) visits his favorite local taqueria on his lunch break. While enjoying his meal, dark forces conspire to bring across his path a mysterious man (Eric Rasmussen) with an olfactory clairvoyance. Something about Fred’s scent provokes this mysterious man and what ensues is Fred’s struggle to escape from the man whose powerful sense of smell and determination rivals that of the Hounds of Hell.
Making the Movie (spoiler alert, watch the movie then read): As a person with a very sensitive stomach, I spend a lot of time on the toilet, sometimes as much as 5 times a day. Initially, this may be viewed as a huge burden and handicap in life, but in fact it is not. It is actually a great advantage to be afflicted with such a weak stomach. Time on the toilet affords me a comfortable place to ponder life and imagine new worlds, some that can be possibly used in future movies. Simply put, while my anus flexes, my mind vexes. The greatest minds of our time share many things in common, but one thing that sometimes goes unnoticed is the fact that many of them always enjoyed long, casual walks so that they could have time to reflect and imagine (see Thoreau and Muir). Personally, I have replaced the walking part with spending time on the toilet. Going into my bathroom at home with the fan humming or in the public stall at work with its rustic wooden doors and partitions is like getting into a space capsule and going on an Odyssey of my mind. It was during one of these pooping Odysseys that I dreamt up the idea for Olfactory Thriller. Continue reading
“A white knuckle, ass-clenching tour de force of a movie. ” – Jimmy Nguyen, movie critic and Director of Olfactory Thriller.
Synopsis: An ordinary man follows an unordinary routine to get ready in the morning. As his alarm wakes him and he drags himself to the bathroom, something unexpected awaits behind the mirror of his medicine cabinet. Likewise, something unexpected will await his co-worker later that day.
Making the movie (spoiler alert, please watch video first, then read): I was the first person to think Muscle Milk was funny. Yes, me. The very sound, Muscle Milk, is so amusingly complex. It is so masculine. So over the top. So childishly warm sounding like Ovaltine. So alliterative. I knew I had to make a video of what I imagined Muscle Milk could do for me. After all, Muscle Milk makes dreams come true on an entirely personal level. For some people it might make their pecks bigger or get them that promotion to associate manager. For me, it would make me manlier in the most Neanderthal sense of the word. It would grow me chest hair. If any of you know me, I have an infatuation with hair. I can’t grow a mustache. I can only grow a damn foo man chu, Billy goat thing under my chin. Yet, my dad has a beautiful, manly mustache. I don’t have chest hair. Well, yes I do. Maybe 75 tiny hairs. I know because I made my wife count and give names to all of them one night. But these tiny things don’t show up on camera and are only discernible to the human eye in the right light. Anyways, these types of protein drinks sell themselves as a panacea to all your insecurities and having beautiful chest hair is one of mine.
Synopsis: A young man sets off on a dance tour of downtown D.C. set to the tune of DJ Girl Talk’s “Set It Off” from his album Feed the Animals
Making the video (read after watching video): I’ve always wanted to make a music video and I’ve always wanted to be in a music video. For one, I am a really good dancer as evident from the video you just watched. However, what you saw was only a small piece of the larger rug that I cut almost every day. I don’t get out to clubs and dance bars much so I might have appeared a bit reserved in this video. I wasn’t used to dancing for such large audiences, in this case tourists in and around the National Mall. I usually get my dancing out in the privacy of my own home. I like to dance for 30 minutes every morning on the weekends to get me ready for the day. And sometimes after work, I like to dance in my long johns while my wife does some sort of crafts project. She looks up from time to time to nod approvingly when she notices a particularly pleasing new dance move. Anyways, it felt kind of liberating to dance outside in the sunshine. They should start outdoor clubs where you go and dance and get drunk all during the day in the sunlight. How novel and beautiful would that be? How come we always end up dancing in the middle of night in a sweaty club?