Well, that’s not us. "I’m not dead yet!" In fact, ‘32 Hours 7 Minutes’ the movie, is on track and scheduled to lock picture June, 2009. ‘Locking picture’ means the visual edit is no longer being altered and only graphics, sound mix/design and color correction remain. For us, this will be a huge milestone because the premiere date, release schedule and distribution all hinge on locking the picture. That’s when I finally get to show it to the people who want to sell it.
Now, where the hell we have been for the last 6 months? Regrouping. After I submitted the film to Sundance, I screened it for all sorts of people; car people, film people and people that were neither of those. From those screenings I obtained gold in the form of critical feedback, the downside was, I knew that we weren’t going to get into Sundance. It wasn’t ready.
There’s only one thing harder than convincing people that your film isn’t ready and that’s figuring out exactly what needs to be done in order to finish it. In a recession. It was a long winter but the bear is finally off my back (I do love those gun curtains!) The film moved to Los Angeles in November and the new Editorial team has been in high gear since January and we are so close. I apologize for not updating this site sooner and I appreciate all of you who posted concerns and well wishes. When everything else seemed pretty bleak, it was nice knowing you were still out there. Back soon. 10 - 4.
(photo taken by Michael Hollander at the US Express)
US Express and Cannonball photographer, Michael Hollander, has passed away from cancer. Included is footage from the ‘75 Cannonball, the finish of the ‘83 US Express, and a recent interview Cory did with him for 32 Hours 7 Minutes. Although the time had not been officially calculated (Hollander tells Diem and Turner their time was 32:15), Hollander is the one to announce in ‘83 that a new record had been set, which turned out to be the impetus for this film. I’ve included some words from Rick Doherty, US Express organizer and Cannonball participant, as well as Davey Johnson, a friend of Michael’s:
Have you guys ever seen that movie in which those kids have to climb through that cave to find a hidden treasure and there are bad guys chasing them and they finally make it to One-eyed Willie’s ship and escape with treasure in their pockets which their parents use to save their neighborhood? That’s what things are like around here.
Well, we’ve reached crunch time. The Sundance deadline is a week off, our faithful fans are frothing at our door, and we’ve called in the cavalry to get this shit done.
Now, some of you might think this film isn’t done because Loch has been focusing all his energy on extreme sports, and some of you might think we haven’t finished yet because Cory (pictured above) is drinking margaritas on a beach somewhere in Cali while two guys named Dan and Dr. Smooth (unfortunately not pictured above) fan her with palm fronds, but I’m inclined to think it’s not done because this puppy is freaking big.
Sorry I couldn’t locate our dolly for this shot, but I think you get the picture. Regardless of your takes, though, thanks to wireless beach access and advancing osteotechnology, we are running at full blast, and can see the light and the end of the tunnel.
The Danger Snake, Loch Phillipps, has really stepped it up this time, folks. Picture this: Phillipps, tricked out in his usual caution orange, powering home on his Trek 678, attempts an indy-rodeo-fake-mcJaberwoke over a pot hole, miss-judges the landing and bails over his handlebars. Diagnosis: Broken humerus. My take: only sort of humorous.
In early November 2005, 32 Hours 7 Minutes director Cory Welles screened a rough cut in NYC for Alex Roy, Team Polizei’s fearless captain and experienced rally driver. By mid-December, 2005, little more than one month later, Welles and Roy, along with his co-pilot Jon Goodrich, set out to see if this 20+ year old cross-country driving record was real - and maybe even breakable - today.
Loch and John Mims, editors, discuss the music for the film and give some feedback to our composer, Hub Moore. As usual, the feedback proves useless. The music, on the other hand, is really starting to mesh. The song, Car Porn, is looking to be the highlight jam of the fall. Still, extensive discussion of what kind of overall “vibe” we’re after remains unresolved. I, of course, vote for chill. Loch pushes for ambient electro-post-prog Euro-trance. And Cory stands behind badass (she does own 12 snakes, after all).
However it gets pinned, Hub’s coming with 18 brand new, built for speed tracks that’ll leave you screaming for more (or screaming for Moore, depending on what you’re into).
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