Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The First Grader - Trailer


I'm already in love with this film.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Austin Film Fest in the House


I'll be at the Austin Film Festival next month for a variety of reasons:

1) I'll be on some panels, round tables and the like. Of course, I'll be surrounded by way cooler and way more credited people than myself. But I'll put my two cents in when it doesn't sound completely stupid and naive. "Please don't make yourself look like an ass, Kat".

2) The first script Toddy and I wrote, Never Date a Teen Idol made it into the semi-finals of the comedy section. So Toddy's getting her butt down to Austin from the great north east to hobnob with me. We were joined in the comedy section by my good friend Aaron Marshall with his script Fig Hunt: The Quest for Battle Armor Star Captain. So we'll be beating the crap out of Aaron in the mean time to eliminate the competition.

3) Plus I just love AFF because it brings a lot of friends from Los Angeles to Austin where we get to hang out and catch up. Good times ahead.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Dude! I'm So Ready.

Why I Love Tyler Perry?

I love Tyler Perry because he's a brilliant business man. And he's got the box office revenue to prove it. I love Tyler Perry because he's a marketing genius. He knows who is audience is and he gives them what they want. I love Tyler Perry because he makes beautiful posters for his films.
I don't, however, love Tyler Perry's movies. But, I have to say, I'm am curious and excited to see our required reading material from college, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf come to a theater near me. Very curious.


jumping off bridges - Montana Screening

jumping off bridges screens at The University of Montana in a few weeks.
Dates and time TBA.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Upon Awakening on a Weekday Morning at Three-Years-Old

From my dear talented friend Ama Reynolds ...

For once, I was quiet. I walked through the house of hardwood floors and white walls and stacked newspapers until I reached the heavy front door. Mom and Dad and my older brother, Joshu, were still sleeping. The rooms were shadowy, heavy with sleep and the hum of easy, deep breathing. Dust swirled through thin slats of light coming in between drawn curtains. I stood at my front door, naked but for my pink quilted satin robe buttoned at my neck. Soft belly poking out and legs straight, I thrillingly released the dead-bolt lock, turned the smooth weight of the brass knob and opened the front door up to the outside ...

Read the whole beautiful story.

Thursday, September 02, 2010