Red Carpet Premier of “A Journey to Planet Sanity”
The journey by no means ends.
by Alyssa Ramos
I’ve been extremely fortunate these previous two years in LA. Not only have I traveled, found my job path, and made some incredible connections, but…no wait, my emphasis was going to be on my connections with folks. I have a tendency to meet sure individuals 1 time, and form this crazy universal connection that can make us automatic best friends even if we never ever see each and every other. That is the situation with the director/producer/star of the film that I went to go see last evening, and I ought to consist of our own crazy journey of friendship as the preface due to the fact it’s definitely humorous. So if you just want the evaluate scroll down.
So Blake Freeman is this hilarious, witty, outgoing man with a big heart and stunning, supportive girlfriend, each from Tennessee (I believe), who came to Hollywood in search of the dream so several folks chase, the film sector. Except he’s also a genius and driven past belief, like a mini bulldozer on velocity or a thing, and he produced his very own smaller manufacturing company where every man or woman has multiple roles (i.e. his sound man would probably double as an more). He struggled like the rest of us, but never ever gave up, and now he’s succeeded at releasing still an additional complete length indie movie.
Why am I going on about Blake you may well request? Simply because he’s fucking awesome. That’s why. Two years in the past when I was a curious and fascinated minor accidental LA newbie, I would wander all-around Melrose and Beverly aimlessly, searching at outlets and restaurants, and…important searching movie set things. A single day I was poking all-around a small boutique that had movie gear things and folks strolling about frantically outside of it, asking yourself if I would see Brad Pitt or anything. “Are you one particular of the extras?” A guy out of the blue mentioned behind me, scaring the shit out of me. “N-no..” I replied, really embarrassed. “Do you want to be? It pays $one hundred.” Considering the truth that I was poor and had almost nothing far better to do that day, I agreed, and in advance of I could request any questions, I was in hair and makeup, producing mates with the MUA/additional and signing papers that I possibly must have read.
I didn’t do a great deal. I walked from a clothes income rack into a dressing area…but hey, my encounter is on Netflix for two seconds! (Blake still yells at me for missing the premier of the only movie I’m “in” (it’s called Noobz, about video gamers)). By some means my incredible acting abilities stood out, and Blake’s manager came up to me afterwards asking if I could meet him and Blake for a meeting. I met them a week later at Child Blue’s, not fully sure what we were even meeting about, and apparently they had no thought either. Mostly due to the fact Blake had been up all evening celebrating the last wrap of the film and was still drunk and dying, but determined to retain his word about the meeting. He was actually sliding down on the booth subsequent to me like he was melting and nonetheless trying to get his point across. He last but not least gave in and ordered a beer, which naturally I followed since I also was hungover, and beers led to tequila shots and next matter we knew, we had been the two wasted yet again, and acquiring no in which with the meeting.
“Blake, we have a meeting with PMBC in like thirty minutes…” His manager out of the blue remembered. “Oh shit, yeah we have like this truly critical meeting with like, this super crucial PR agency in Beverly Hills now,” he mentioned nonchalantly. “Hey! Can we deliver her to the meeting? Allow’s carry her to the meeting!” He explained, suddenly hugely amused with the strategy. So off we went, stopping at 711 first to get two giant beers to chug on the way.
There’s nothing at all like strolling into an particularly quiet, really fancy, expert building, when you’re wasted in the middle of the day. Prolonged story quick, they sat the 3 of us in their conference area, the place we instantly grabbed all of the snacks and waters in the middle of the table, and attempted to pay attention to the workaholic PR lady who was speaking 8000 miles a minute. The manager informed us each not to talk so he did most of the talking…I smiled and nodded…and Blake all of a sudden chimed in in direction of the finish with a two minute, aggressive, straight-to-the-level rant about what he needs, that he still does not recall saying to this day. His manager virtually had a heart assault, but the upcoming day, they termed saying they wanted to represent him. We’ve been fantastic good friends ever since.
And now what you’ve been in fact waiting for….
“A Journey To Planet Sanity”
Pals, family, press, and climbers gathered in Santa Monica last night for the premier of Blake Freeman and Wunderkind Pictures‘ new documentary movie, “A Journey to Planet Sanity”. It starts when a 68 year previous pizza delivery man named LeRoy captures the interest of Blake and he will get his get in touch with info, which, if you know him, is entirely regular. He contacts LeRoy, and finds out that he’s struggling financially for the reason that the majority of his money go towards avoiding towards alien abduction and paying out for psychics, and he also is unable to get a improved job since of his age.
Blake is outraged that society has brainwashed this bad outdated man and is leading to him to live a life of constant concern and delusion, so he decides to get issues into his personal hands, and get LeRoy on a journey to Planet Sanity. The first hurdle to conquer is proving that aliens don’t exist, so he takes LeRoy to somewhere in the middle of nowhere the place everybody is obsessed with aliens. Right after talking to a guy who claims an alien inseminated his mother and he is half man half alien, and a hilarious major ol’ black dude with an Obama sweater who claims he’s the Prophet Yahweh who can summon UFO’s (and “calls a no display” every single time), LeRoy is convinced they don’t exist. Oh, and there’s also the part wherever Blake will take him to produce crop circles in the middle of the evening, then sends an “Alien Specialist” up in a helicopter to examine it, and movies his response when he realized it’s a giant middle finger.
The subsequent hurdle is convincing LeRoy that psychics aren’t authentic. So just after Blake calls out two psychics, then LeRoy will get rum spit in his encounter all through spiritual cleansing and his poo examined by a poo psychic, and ultimately Blake gets a death curse on him by a Voodoo medical doctor, and does anything achievable to try out to die from skateboarding in traffic, to running about neo-nazi gay-protesters in a pink ballerina costume, blowing bubbles in their face, LeRoy is also convinced that psychics are also fake.
Anything was fine until 9 months later when LeRoy calls Blake and informs him that he’s afraid the world’s going to finish in 2012. Following interviewing various persons and acquiring no scientific proof, Blake rounds up the half alien, and Prophet Yahweh to see if they can summon the aliens and conserve anyone from the destruction of Earth. They can’t. And finish up just receiving into hilarious fights, and hating each other.
The documentary requires a twist when a month later on LeRoy contacts Blake once more. He’s depressed and upset that he’s wasted so much time and money believing all the items that weren’t serious, and feels like he hasn’t accomplished something with his lifestyle. He also drops the bomb that he’s on the verge of dropping his household, which would make him involuntarily homeless. After trying and failing to promote the only doable assets LeRoy has…his paintings, Blake takes issues into his very own hands. Because the art galleries all explained he had to be “established” to promote artwork, Blake invests in some large canvases and the two make random pieces of art employing the splatter system, the back spin strategy, and even Blake’s balls that get dipped in paint and lowered down onto a canvas like he’s in �.
He rents out a gallery space on Sunset Blvd. and gets LeRoy dressed up as a French man. He invites art sellers, large rollers, and even Jack Nicholson makes an look, and they end up convincing every person that he’s a prestigious new artist from France, and selling all of the paintings…including the ball painting which offered for $700…to an art purchaser…
The film concludes with a sincere and touching thank you from LeRoy to Blake, and information that LeRoy not only will get to preserve his dwelling, but that he’s carrying out effectively and continuing with his painting career. The cast members were all at the premier and appeared more than excited to be there. I congratulated all of them, and gave them big hugs, except for the half alien…I was a tiny bit scared of him.
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