Last night, local band, Deth Box, opened for Rhythm Syndrom and Sega Genocide, punk outfits from Valencia, CA and Moab, UT, respectively. Sam couldn't perform, just listened, and said, "...the last one was really good." About 45 moon-faced, young swingers attended.
Sam is convalescing after breaking his ankle early last night attempting to buy food from Taco Bell. Really. No lawsuit is pending unless you can bring suit against yourself for being a klutz. While he's mulling an appearance, it would fly in the face of common sense and doctor's orders (7 to 10 days of foot elevation; visit the orthopedist). We are, however, dealing with Sam.
48HFP teams must base their films on one of 13 genres (ranging from buddy film to Sci-Fi) selected from a hat. Officials then randomly draw a character, prop and line of dialogue that each team must incorporate into their film. Assignments are made on a Friday night and film teams must write, shoot, edit and score a movie in the next 48 hours. A typical running time is between four and seven minutes.
The BadScience team was given the following required film elements:
genre: holiday
character: Kenny or Kendra Colter, tattoo artist
prop: a pie
line of dialogue: "I bet you think you're clever, huh?"
Tonight's primary was set in Albuquerque's Geronimo Center with Terry Brewer (Sam) dodging questions about his wife/candidate's rumored pregnancy and an alleged groping incident in Kansas.
(It was reported that two local entertainment reviewers were in attendance. No one had the skinny regarding which publication.)
It was Open Mic on the Oriental Theater's big stage last night. Sam went on around 11:00 before five lively audience members and the other comics on hand. He experimented with his delivery and seemed satisfied.