The entire paid stoke team (Kyle McCachen) has been working furiously on a hot comedy zombie film with 15 other film students. The film is called "Every 28 Days." And in the production office, where everybody talks about what were going to do and how to avoid going to jail,* the team has officially scheduled that shooting will start on Monday, March 1 and go until the Saturday, March 6th. The 15person crew has been preparing for the last 2 months, when the script was first chosen. In the last two weeks production has been stepped up and the crew has started working hardcore in an office donated by the wonderful people of North Vancouver Film Studio's.

In our office suites we have been sucking on freezies all day, somebody far-out amazing dude left a box of them in the fridge here and they've completely saved our lives. The freezies have been essential ever since we started bringing in actors and literally splashing fake blood all over their clothes to see how well it shows up on camera. For some reason this experimenting with corn-syrup-blood and applying it to clothes is making us all famished. At the moment there's only a few freezies left, so I'm sitting with Kenny Chow, the director of the film and talking about what were going to do tomorrow...

"We might film the informercial tomorrow." Kenny Chow says. "there's a few instances where I'm going to be dollying into people for close ups... you have to pull focus for it... and see if you can get the smoke machine... And try and get a fire effect test in with the lamp operators and camera team... and make sure that you get the camera operator to practice running backwards and get his foot work down."

Kenny's thinking has been exceptional but his grammar skills are way scattered lately. It's just that there are so many mini conflicts involved with a film of this size that proper speech becomes too taxing for the mind. It's like trying to whistle and have missionary sex at the same time. For example, even the seemingly simple act of scheduling actors has required Kenny to change his filming plans more times than I can count and his brain is no doubt suffering from the wrath. As a result, Kenny starts talking and every now and then his dialouge becomes an augmented version of babble and blasphemy and curses. There are crazy terms like "dutch-to-level-to-but-oh-crap-wait!"  that I've started saying because I've heard Kenny say it so many times. And truly, no word of a lie, it's just started to get out of hand... Even for me...But unlike 99% of movies out there, this one is actually going to be good. So therefore I'm just going to have to suck it up, accept Kenny's babbling and take out all my aggressions on my girlfriend. 

                                  - Kyle Allan-McCachen   

                                                               To peep a couple of clips of preparation of this film click here.** 

*We just found out that "legally" using a gun on set requires 6 teachers, 3 building managers and the Vancouver police department sign a release.

**As they say in the film industry... COMING SOON...

"GET OUTA MY WAY ASSCLOWN!" Arielle keeps saying this line. She is in the Student Film Center and has been spending most of her life here. Her and the Director, Kenny, are getting confused about schedules, forgetting peoples phone numbers and basically living like zombies. 

The film were working on is a zombie film as well (except the zombies are actually raging PMS psycho girls). Were all excited and trying to figure out the appropriate trade-off between nudity and explosions. Kenny, the Director, is fighting for explosions. He's obviously not sleeping enough. I'll be living in this sterile computer room with both Arielle and Kenny for the next three weeks and if Kenny has it his way, the only contact I'll have will be with actresses, special effects consultants and drug dealers dealing amphetamine. This movie is going to rule.            -Kyle

The world chikko, the woorrld.