As if the oats had become both instant and original

Claude warms to the cast and crew

Just to keep the smell of moldy oats wafting about: Yes, The Oatmeal Man is still being made, no, there’s no truth to the rumor that Sean has accepted an offer from Paramount to turn the film into a Wilford Brimley biopic. I just started that rumor right now.

There’s no new video blog this week because everyone’s busy doing their own thing. There is news, though. The newly-filmed “titillation” scene (I can’t say more, for fear of what Director Sean’s lawyers will do to me) is looking really good. Our lovely actresses did a wonderful job being terrified. Most of the visual / sound effects have been applied, bringing things up to par with the introductory Rich & Ann exhibitionist sequence. The biggest plus here is that Sal’s luscious ass is no longer the only bit of bare flesh present throughout the movie, and we now have a bridge between both the silly and the serious.

Four months ago, I thought we had it right when the movie was primarily a buddy flick that gradually turned into a horror flick. But the transition was too slow. We ran the risk of losing the buddy movie fans after the second half, and losing the horror fanatics after the first ten minutes. Now I think we’ve got a little something for everyone. Unless you’re allergic to oatmeal. If that’s the case, you’re screwed.

In lieu of some bonus footage or a groovy wallpaper (since we just don’t have anything new this week), here’s a little behind-the-scenes story to make this week’s blog special: During the road trip sequence toward the beginning of the movie, Lisa shows off her appreciation for 70’s rock trios by ripping on Emerson, Lake & Palmer. There’s supposed to be a joke about Greg Lake fucking up the rock trio formula, something along the lines of, “You’ve got one of the greatest keyboard players of all time, one of the greatest drummers…and Greg Lake.” But Moira Dennis (who did a wonderful job playing Lisa, by the way) didn’t quite get the joke, and ended up delivering the punchline with Greg Lake on a pedestal. No one on set caught this but me—because I’m the only poor bastard who still listens to 40-year-old prog records while trimming his handlebar mustache. It’s probably better we left the joke out of the final cut.

Note on punctuation: Why does the official “Emerson, Lake & Palmer” punctuation have Greg Lake and Carl Palmer paired against Keith Emerson? Shouldn’t it be, “Emerson, Lake, and Palmer?” It’s shit like this that really bugs me…

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About jesse

Book designer and formatter based in southern California. Supreme overlord of the SuperMegaNet pseudoverse.
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3 Responses to As if the oats had become both instant and original

  1. Megan says:

    You with a handle bar moustache? That I would love to see!!

  2. MiWi says:

    keeping it real, right on

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