Out and About in LA: 1 Year Anniversary

A little over a year ago I started a journey. I was asked by a major television company to move on from New Jersey and live in Culver City. Two dreams were FINALLY given to me by not only working in the industry I desperately wanted and also getting to live out in the city where my dreams can hopefully come true. It has certainly been a wild ride since moving on out to the west coast. I’ve made a lot of friends, networking pals, and worked in a variety of jobs I never dared thought was possible.

Out and About in Las Vegas: Night

Early March I decided to take a trip to Las Vegas for the weekend. In Part 1 you saw what Vegas looked like in the day. For today’s post you get to see what the Sin City looks like during the night. Also, a little treat into the breakfast life of the city as well at the very end.

Out and About in Las Vegas: Day

So for reasons even unexplainable to me I decided to go to Las Vegas in early March. Actually I know why I went: To unwind. Life has been pretty stressful lately for me both personally and professionally so the idea of going to Vegas sounded nice. Of course the idea of “stress free” means a long car ride, booking a hotel, and then walking the MASSIVE strip. But hey, stuff like this always seems to get me in a zone so it was no biggie.

How Not To: Opening Titles (Ocean’s 11)

A new series at Oh Movies! There are a lot of times in films where a filmmaker does the wrong thing. It could be how they directed a scene, or what music is in a film, to the kind of actor put into a role. I look at just why these were the wrong decisions and how they could have been improved. I give you: “How Not To”

Wild Card (Review)

Odds are you are going to fail if you stay in the movie industry long enough. Very rarely do filmmakers or actors stay consistent especially if their beginnings start at the top. While it does not negate the good that came before it certainly feels depressing to see a legend humiliate him or herself. While you aren’t seeing the writer of Wild Card, William Goldman, on screen kicking butt you start to realize how out of touch he has become. A man who has written some of the greatest films of all time, such as All The President’s Men and The Princess Bride, should not be capable of giving us such a bland movie.