When I was writing the script for the narrative version of Loose Change, Adult Swim was constantly being watched in the living room by my roommates. It wasn’t long before I also fell in love with Space Ghost, The Brak Show and Sealab 2021. Harvey Birdman is, to date, one of my favorite animated shows.
If you had told me in the early 2000s that almost two decades later I would appear on Adult Swim, I wouldn’t have believed you.
I’ve been back from Slamdance for a week now, and what a whirlwind! The festival is truly By Indies For Indies, and out of 14,000 submissions it is an honor to be included in their lineup. They truly strive to find original, unique works and there’s no sales agent or producer that can convince them to program otherwise.
The star of the doc, Stevie Blatz, came out from Pennsylvania to do some street magic and get butts in the seats. Our two screenings had a lot of laughs and we were paired with a wonderful short film, Gloria’s Call.
While I was there I was notified that my short film, Trust Me, was accepted into the Oregon Short Film Festival and 15 Minutes of Fame! Not only that, it’s nominated for Best Picture at Oregon! This is truly an honor and I’m hoping to attend Oregon in person, just in case.
In the meantime some great reviews have come in with more on the way.
“The Professional is an apt title for a film about someone going through the realest hustle, of owning one’s own business and trying to keep a life together around it.” –Slug Magazine
“In 75 minutes, director Daniel La Barbera gives us a fascinating profile complete with interviews of family members, friends, and employees. La Barbera brings an even-handed approach in The Professional: A Stevie Blatz Story that comes off as being truly fair to its subject.” –Solzy At The Movies
“Is Stevie a huckster, a hustler, a lunatic, or delusional? Quite possibly all of that and more. But he’s also inspiring. Whatever there is to say about him, you can never say Stevie Blatz didn’t shoot his shot.” –The Last Thing I See
In April of last year, while on a trip to New York City, I went across the Hudson to New Jersey to see Daniel Labarbera, a buddy of mine. He had been filming a documentary for the past month or so and wanted to show me some footage. After watching for a few minutes, I knew that he had picked an interesting subject, to say the least. At the end of the conversation, I volunteered my services as editor.
Throughout the following year I devoted whatever spare time I had to whittling down the massive pile of footage into a short, snappy documentary.