Rock photographer Wright brought Sick Puppies to America!
That was the big scoop last night!
A couple of individuals stood out on the red carpet in the glare of the spotlight.
Robert Knight (Rock Prophecies) made a bold stylish entrance which sent sparks of electricity into the air.
"Capturing the essence of the subject and drawing out their unique personalities is the key to keep them coming to your door," he confided in me.
One of the bands featured in the film Rock Prophecies (Sick Puppies) is now finding a frenzied place in the spotlight because of the generousity of Mr. Knight who drew them into his fold.
"A new CD (untitled) will be released in July," the sexy front-man - Shimon Moore - was excited to inform me.
Yup, the dudes are keen on America because there are so many venues on these musical shores to pursue.
Amid the crush of AFI Festival-goers, the appealing band members were getting a solid foothold.
I expect when their disc is unleashed on the Nation, their impecable fashion sense will rage on into the mainstream.
Tyler Don Bryant, another Knight "find", is sure to nab the brass ring when his CD is released (he was just signed by CAA, by the way), too.
The soulful tunes he sings come straight from the heart.
"I try to express the emotion of the song," he enthusiastically confessed to me in a one-on-one interview.
Apparently, at age 11, he got bitten by the music bug.
"I traded in my dirt bike (!) for a guitar."
That's passion, kid!
When his star-turn comes, there will no doubt be copy-cats sporting his flip "do".
Two child actors - Tucker & Savannah Sears - (starring in St. Nick) were adorable.
Tucker, a shy boy, was cute as-a-button.
When I asked him what his reaction was to seeing his face on the big silver screen, he confessed that his freckles looked so huge!
Now, we know why glam Queens from the golden era of Hollywood, demanded soft focus and flattering light!
Savannah, wide-eyed and innocent, was a knock-out with her porcelain skin.
It was difficult for her to get used to how she appeared on film at first.
Two little darlings!
Director Jeremiah Crowell was charismatic & articulate (handsome, too, ladies).
His short film - Small Collection - is five minutes long and is all about an eight-year relationship.
"It's about spaces and what happens in the aftermath of a loss."
Try to catch it, folks!
The star of "Grace" - a pretty, petite, perky beauty - trotted down the carpet in an understated sun dress in pristine white and artfully decorated here and there with lace trim.
"Sort of a Rosemary's Baby kind-of-story," was the way the project was described to me, she noted matter-of-fact.
A four-hour discussion with director Paul Solet cinched it for her, at which point, she signed on.
The Grande Drip exec producer made a splashy entrance, too.
Yup, he was gregarious, outgoing, and larger-than-life.
His two leads in the modern love story actually fell for each other during the shoot and plan to marry in the near future.
Life imitating art???
Robin Wright Penn, who I worked with once on Santa Barbara, was a big disappointment.
She used to be all sweetness & light, but on the red carpet, she was so cold.
What happened to her?
She's turned into a a classic uptight Hollywood phony prone to hang out with high-profile social climbers who are in a position to boost her career.
Yup, her cold heart is reflected in her hard-looking face.
Her manners, were deplorable, as well.
As she strolled down the carpet, one reporter asked her if she would do a "tag" for their TV Show.
She recoiled in horror, put her hands to her face, and uttered "oh, no" under her breath, like she was above it all or fearful she might catch some nasty social disease.
Funny that!
Up 'til last night, every guest on the red carpet has always complied with press requests like the one put to her.
No problem!
Wright is obviously ignorant about the nature of the beast.
If a performer wants to promote a cause to the press - like the campus issue on alcoholism Robin is currently flogging in the guise of "Haze" - then there there has to be a give-and-take.
The actress is not only naive, but painfully stupid!
Who needs her?
In contrast, chanteuse Winslow Bright, was outgoing , vivacious, and a delightful beauty to encounter.
Her new album should propel her to new heights of success.
Over the weekend you can catch her perform live at a couple of the AFI functions.
When I crossed paths with the director of "Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Undead", I was impressed with the fact he was so savvy when it came to promotion.
For example, his eye-catching press packet contained a novel set of teeth, a CD of the soundtrack for the feature, and blog site references where fans could get a bite on the Vampire phenomenon.
http://www.undeadflick.com/
So, I took a gamble and caught the flick last night at NorthPark Mall along with a packed house of enthusiastic vampirites.
The film was original, beautifully crafted, and vastly entertaining.
In fact, to date, the film is the best one I have had the good fortune to take in so far at the glittering AFI Dallas fest!
A review will follow.
As usual, the red carpet was rife with paparazzi and journalists vying for a break-out story.
Members of the press were crammed into a tiny space, but worked diligently in harmony with each other, except one pushy broad from a local outlet called Indi something-or-other (who stood next to me).
As soon as she ceremoniously galloped onto the scene, she began to orchestrate everything!
Without batting an eye, she instructed photographers and TV crews to move this way 'n that (from their designated spots, mind you) to accommodate her precious crew!
Yup, toilet-trained too early, neurotic, and possessing (possessed?) a personality ripe with an overblown sense of self-importance.
You got it.
We all ignored the classless bit**.
Meanwhile, tonight I plan to cover another event - the Hurt Locker - and take in the midnight shorts program, as well.
Report in tomorrow, eh?
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