Warm because..

It occurred to me over my 6th cup of coffee this morning that you can’t make a movie that everyone will like. 

If you make anything that everyone likes you haven’t really made anything at all. 

Think about the political candidate who tries not to offend anyone. The only way you can not offend anyone is to not say anything. 

In my day there were three distinct networks  with three distinct personalities.  Now there are some who have personality but even they are trying to “push their envelope” and “appeal to a broader audience.” Most are trying to please people they’ve never met and producing content that they not only don’t understand but wouldn’t watch themselves. 

To thine own self be true. 

I say that we/you/me/I have been given one voice. One evolving and ever changing, however gradually, perspective from which to speak. 

The films Alicia and I have a voice. A perspective. 

They are not ment for everyone. They are not a “wide net.”

They are, instead, a single, focused expression of a dark corner of life that we are all familiar with but would, for some reason, rather not speak of in mixed company. 

They may not be for you. Likely they won’t. But to whomever they strike a cord… It will strike that cord clean and true. They will”Hit the nail right on the head” and not nearly deliver a “Glancing blow.”

Partake in the JSS/Maven brand if you dare. Know that the water is warm and that there are things under the surface that will make you uncomfortably comfortable with your own decay. 

Don’t worry… If one of them offends you, I won’t be offended. I would rather elicit a negative emotion than no emotion at all for we are truly independent… Focused.. Expressive. 

The views and opinions expressed in these films are the views and opinions of us. We aren’t going to put the blame on the nameless few. 

Watch them if you dare. Enjoy them if you can. Criticize them if you must. 

Hop in. The water is warm. But not because we heat it. It’s warm because…



Be well, my friend. 

Here we are on the eve of his escape. 

Many people working hard to get people to come bare wittiness and I truly appreciate all the work you have done. 

Soon the seats will be filled. The lights will dim… And dear old Anderson. Pliant Anderson. Dutiful Anderson will either sink or swim under the power of his own dilemma.  

 Wish him well. Wish, for him, strength. 

Wish upon his costars the courage to be as manipulative, cunning, nieve and childlike as they need be in order to tell this personal story of woe, joy, sacrifice and hatred. 

This story bred of some experience. Some desire. Some fantasy and some reality. 

We all wish you well Anderson. And Anderson wishes of all you, wellness to the Anderson within.

The part of you that wishes to fly with broken wings made well by the unexpected admiration of a stranger.  

 See you tomorrow my friend. Sleep well on this the last night of your obscurity. 




Goliath lied

Goliath was a big dude. David was not. 

Big things will get in the way of small things. Of the little engin that could.  

Entering into the world of filmmaking and distribution is a little thing trying to play with the big boys. To beat them at their own game. 

It’s tough. 

Last time I tried that was when I put “Collier & Co. Hot Pursuit”!out in theaters and on DVD. 

Goliath promised me repayment. Wealth. Untold riches. 

He lied. 

He always lies. 

It’s his nature. 

There has to be a way around him. Another game to play. A different field. 

At JSS we have content that is as good (I think better) than anything out there. However… Conventional wisdom dictates that we have to jump into the sand box with Goliath in order to get our movies out to the public. 

I don’t know why my stories have to get out…

But they do. 

But I’m spoiled. Set in my ways. I don’t want to play in Goliath’s sand box. I want him to want to play in mine. 

Current technology has got to be able to handle getting around the bully. 

Ideas are welcome!



Anderson Bench

As I sit and watch this film (Paul and I are mixing sound) I can’t help but wonder if people will forgive the demons in my head that insisted this story escape.  

 An academy award winning actor friend of mine said of “Anderson:”

Are you sure you want to inflict this story upon your family?

Only time.. and you… will tell. 

Some stories can’t be contained. Like rust on a quarter panel, if not addressed, it will eventually destroy the whole vehicle.