That’s my boy!

I can’t begin to explain the feeling I have as my son does his first scene in front of a non-educational camera and crew.

Delighted..? Nope. Not good enough.

Elated..? Nada.

Proud..? You bet. But still not right.

Honored..? Yeah… Honored is more like it.

Honored to be a dad who’s son has, for whatever reason, has chosen the same field as mine to feed, compel and deliver his passion to the world.

Not everyone gets to feel that.

I did… am… right now.

Amazing.

They aren’t little, young or pliant for long. If your are, currently, enjoy them. Laugh with them. Feed their passion.

Who knows… One day you may be sitting where I’m sitting.

Honored beyond words!

Dad

Non-Active-Activism

I’m a lot of things… but an “activist” isn’t one of them.

You are not likely to see me holding a sign that says “Down with &*#?!” any time soon or anywhere close.

I’m more or a guy that is “for” something rather than “against” something.

May people aren’t “for” things because there is positive effort in being a “for” person and it seems that human nature leans more toward the negative, or “against” posture.

Blah, blah… and… blah.

Here’s what I do… because I am a “non-activist.”

I saw a film about a certain oil company that apparently did some major damage in our gulf coast some years ago that likely destroyed the fishing business and the families that depended on it.

By the way… if you are someone who loves fish and the business is destroyed you can always go get lesser fish from some store somewhere for a greater price. As the consumer you/we have many choices. As the fisherman… if your waters are contaminated… you’re screwed. No livelihood… no food on the table… no college education for junior.

That’s bad stuff. It’s hard enough being a fisher family without adding a mutant, inedible catch to the equation.

But I digress… Continue reading Non-Active-Activism

Things happen for a reason…

Whenever I hear that phrase I want to vomit.

Sorry… that’s just how it is. I’ve never thought much about it and as recently as yesterday I reacted negatively when somebody said it about something.

So… this morning when I was tired and going over my lines in the living room of the Cryer mansion (my living room in Tyler Perry’s The Haves and the Have Nots) I sat down and put my script away. (There’s a fine line between knowing your dialogue well and too well. One breeds natural performance and the other breeds crappy “mirror” acting… in me, anyway).

I decide to read something else for a few minutes and notice a Fine Art magazine there on the coffee table.

For those of you in the “industry” you know that all of the magazines that are laying around on a set actually have fake “approved” covers and that what is inside can be most anything.

I need to back up to the long night before for a moment:

The reason I couldn’t sleep is that it hit me like a ton of bricks that “John Schneider’s Smothered” has yet to get distribution. I thought this movie would be out by now and printing thousand dollar bills for everyone who had anything to do with it. The test audiences have raved. The reviewers have called it “A love letter to the horror fan” and people who don’t like horror films have all said that they loved it.

That and $4.75 will get you a grande non-fat latte after waiting in a long line on any given morning.

So… I open this magazine and see a picture of a woman hiding behind a piece of furniture with creepy arms coming out of it.

“Interesting” thinks I. “This must be about a horror movie.”

Not just another pretty face. I’m pretty damn smart.

I read on…

“THE YEAR’S BUZZIEST FRIGHT FLICK” jumps out at me.

“Oh great” thinks I. “At least somebodies horror film is printing those thousand dollar bills.”

Bitter..? A little. Disappointed..? Yeah. Embarrassed..? You bet your sweet bippy.

I read on about this film that has taken the industry by storm with it’s plot twists and fresh approach to the genre.

Then I saw it…

Remember what makes me vomit when I hear it? Now I’m going to actually SAY it… listen…

“All things happen for a reason.”

This is what I saw on the next page of this phony FineĀ Art magazine that had been sitting on this set for two seasons:

God is listening...
God is listening…

In case you can’t read it… allow me:

“We shot the film and had an amazing time, and then it disappeared for three years.”

Thanks, Universe… I needed to hear that. I guess all things do happen for a reason!

Final note… The Cabin in The Woods went on to make 66 million dollars. Way to go!

-Schneider-

Spending every waking moment getting the studio ready and LOVING IT!

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