They've been drunk for two weeks - they've passed out and rallied and sprung a few leaks

Posted on 1:28 PM by Rob

This metal loving motley crue of men [pictured] looks as though they enjoyed a thanksgiving worthy of a few swigs of Jack and a spot or two of Wild Turkey. Drinking now to their health, I settle in for a day of recovery myself. Been in communication with the mostly elusive Scott S., a featured subject for the documentary and the undisputed master of metaphors, (see our clips on youtube for all the evidence a camera can show) for the last several months and things are looking up. After some delays, missed calls, and almost a year break between filming his 1st and 2nd sessions, we are poised to return to the shipyards of Jersey to record some more with him.

I met Scott in Keyport as he was walking down the main drag talking metal with a local musician. I was awaiting an interview with a prospective assistant and instead found myself shins deep in a tale of backstage debauch worthy of a thousand teenage fantasies. Within a few moments I realized that he was the reason I wanted to make this type of film to begin with; he had that rare quality makeup of honest vulnerability dusted over with a patina of age that gave his speech and his desire to be known some protective feeling. I still have yet to see pics of him from years back, he hesitates to allow us to film him at home. He keeps us at more than arms distance with all things, and the decision to film, where to meet, and even how we communicate is governed solely by him. I am merely a watcher and waiter in this process. 

I am hoping the patience pays dividends that are visible on screen. 


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