GIGANTIC Trailer Released

This is a trailer from the film Gigantic, a movie I shot in Brooklyn last March. It stars Paul Dano (the crazy preacher kid in There Will Be Blood), Zooey Deschanel, John Goodman, Ed Asner, and Jane Alexander. Also Clarke Peters, who portrayed Lester Freamon on The Wire, and who my scene was with. Meeting him was pretty much awesome.

I still don't know if I made the final cut, but it looks like it'll be a fun flick.

It premieres in NYC on April 3, and in Los Angeles two weeks later on April 17. So some of you will probably find out if I'm in the movie before I know myself!

(Requires Quicktime. Get it here. Also, what's loading is the larger, 40MB trailer, because I want you to actually be able to see peoples faces 'n stuff. If you don't feel like waiting, and want to see a smaller version, click here.)

Rinse and Repeat.

"Hey, I just overheard you say you moved here from Brooklyn? We just did too."

"Oh my God, there are so many people from Brooklyn here!"

"Where did you live in Brooklyn?"

"Park Slope/Fort Greene/Carroll Gardens!"

"Yup! Us too. And where do you live now?"

"Silver Lake/Los Feliz/Echo Park."

"Us too. Quite an adjustment, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm really not used to the driving/flakiness/sprawl/driving/plastic surgery ads/smog/driving yet. But we love going to Intelligentsia/Pazzo/Gingergrass. And you can't beat the weather/beach/sunsets. Plus, the produce out here is to die for."

"Do you come to this farmer's market every weekend?"

"We like this one a lot, but sometimes we go to the Hollywood/Plummer's Park/Glendale one."

"And what brought you here from Brooklyn?"

"Work."

[ed note: no one says, "I'm an actor" here]

Crickets Are the Roaches of Silver Lake

Ya’ got crickets anyway. Tons a’ crickets out there.

               —Lee, True West (Shepard)

I swear to God there are more crickets here than I've ever seen or heard anywhere else in the country. That includes North Carolina, where there are a lot of crickets.

We see them hopping about the lawn when we come home. We open the door and inevitably one hops into the house. About twice a month, a cricket somehow finds its way into our bathtub and gets trapped there, hapless and confused as a housefly caught between a windowpane and its screen.

And as I type this, I hear in the background? . . . . . chirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirp......

What's the effin' deal with all the crickets? I never heard about this part of LA. Wasn't the cricket supposed to be in Times Square?