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I’ve got an abundance of bits and pieces of canadian telecom and internet experience, and I am thrilled to be in a place in time when all is changing, technology is developing, and the status quo is being disrupted. 

Floobergeist is a word that is beginning to defy definition.  The more I roll that smooth pebble around, the more it becomes to mean. Floobergeist started out as the magic dust that turns dreams into ideas.  And then it began to encompass the zing that happens when you have conversations about those ideas. And now, it’s the whole evolution from dream to conversation, with each step improving the later and the former along the way.

Everyone aspires to good conversations. They can lead you to adventures you’ve never imagined, and to people you can twig with.

Let’s have a good conversation…

welcome.

An Open Letter to Rob Zombie

September 14, 2007  /  jules kivell

Dude: I’m sad.

I can’t tell you how excited I was to learn of you doing a new movie, and a remake off Halloween, no less.  What a wicked vehicle to show off your non-traditional directing [read: creepy as hell] and innovative scariness.  I’ve been wondering what happened to you since House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil’s Rejects. 

Tonight was the first time I went to a move because I loved the director.

Alas, Rob, you’ve let Hollywood get into your head.
I was optimistic in the first scenes, and jittery with Sheri Moon-iness…. “Special” appearances of  some of the rest of your crew kept me thinking the movie was going to turn around…

All I feel is ripped off. You cheated me out of the action scenes with camera jitter and panning away from the action.  Anyone can make a crowd scream with a Bogey Man popping out from behind a door.  That’s not the Rob Zombie I know.

Nothing says real terror more than having to run through a field in a bunny costume. Now that was some good horror directing. I’m not even kidding. I still get uncomfortable thinking about those damn bunny outfits.

I sat in an audience of 14 year olds, just waiting for them to beg to get out of the theatre, terrified by what you were going to show them about the real world of horror.  Instead, I felt like I was stuck in a Hilary Duff concert.  Teenagers screaming, and a production that was simply badly produced with mass media appeal.

I wonder though, in the IMDB, Halloween is rated R, but in my Canadian theatre, it was just 14A…. perhaps all the good stuff is still to come?  Is there an unrated version that you are going to save for the folks who appreciate you? Are Canadians just tougher than Americans (ok, I jest, sort of)

Dare I even think about trying Grindhouse?

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