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Indie Director
2013, 1080hd
All clips, collages and comments by Brainscan
Bill Zebub’s Indie Director is structured more
like a real, honest to goodness, according to Hoyle
movie than Scienceless Fiction, but it is far more
boring because it has less nekkid-babe time and far more
senseless conversation on a couch between two guys who
none of us would find interesting unless one or both of
them were billionaires looking for someone to take
several million pesky dollars off their hands.
While watching this one, I figured out what makes Bill
run. Or tick. He strives to be the Bill Laimbeer
of movie making. Laimbeer was a huge white guy who
played center for the Pistons when they won back-to-back
NBA championships by physically intimidating
opponents. They were a team chock full of assholes
and Laimbeer was the head asshole who made all the other
assholes work better together. He had limited physical
skills – the joke in the age of Air Jordans was that if
he had come out with his own shoes, they would have been
called Floor Laimbeers – but he made up for his
limitations by playing the game with a viciousness no
one had seen before. As he aged and his few
basketball skills began to desert him, Laimbeer grew
increasingly physical in an attempt to stay in the
game. Bill Zebub wants to be Bill Laimbeer.
What he lacks in cinematic skill and comedic sense, he
attempts to replace with words and acts that no one else
uses. Bill is not a vile piece of shit and he is
not a genius; he is simply desperate to stay in the
game. He will do or say anything and then film
it.
As with his other attempts at movie making, Indie
Director is graceless and witless, but it does have a
half-dozen nekkid babes so ya, you betcha I am going to
the screen-capture the living fuck out of it.
Four women who danced around topless and said nothing in
Scienceless Fiction have speaking parts in Indie
Director:
Sheri
Medulla is in a few short-ish scenes but has some
screen presence, even though is the last of 3 movies in
which she would appear.
The one with Ms. Anders is mostly a single take, shot
for more than 4 minutes with a stationary camera, which
is not Bill’s usual style.
New to the proceedings are:
Tiffany
Loretta Carroll (aka Loretta Vendetta) as an
actress wannabe in a single scene;
and Angelina
Leigh, who plays Bill’s GF in a handful of
scenes. Looks to me that Angelina is quite proud
of her tasty hoots and I gotta say I do not blame her
one bit.
Do let me warn all of you that even though this movie
doesn’t get close to the level of despicable seen and
heard in Scienceless Fiction it has an obtrusive
soundtrack, filled exclusively with death metal (or
something like it, to the ear of an uninitiated
gringo). Bill hates rap so much he made a movie
and titled it Rap Sucks. That is precisely the way
lots of folks feel about metal, so I wanted to give you
a heads-up.
Bottom line here: I am done watching Bill Zebub’s movies
for anything other than the women he convinces to
undress by promising them a role in a real movie.
So far as his place in cinematic history is concerned, I
am both ignorant and apathetic: I do not know and I do
not care.
I also assembled clips and frame grabs from the extended
version of Indie Director. I had complained above
about the smaller than usual screen time spent by women
in some state of undress. Well, Bill filmed a lot
more, either in scenes he cut or with a second camera
that gives us a different and sometimes better view of a
scene. Since I have spent too much of my life
working with the original version, all I did for
the extended scenes was grab a frame or two.
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