This is bananas! Tonight The Filthy Hypocrites will be performing live onstage for the first time at Columbia City Theater in Seattle. We wish everyone could be there, but alas, it’s a private event – the cast and crew screening party for Second Nature, that Kickstarter-funded indie movie we keep mentioning (on the sporadic occasions where we mention anything at all – what can we say, this rollout has been a slow process… we’re so tied in with this movie at this point – and the movie itself has been so hush-hush – that I haven’t even invited anyone to ‘like’ us anywhere yet, which leaves us with almost no friends at this time… it’s okay, personally I’m used to that, believe me). Regardless, we intend to document the event accordingly, with the fruits of those efforts to be posted here.
Couple things worth mentioning: Second Nature will be premiering at the Napa Valley Film Festival next month. Never been to Napa… or dressed “Napa casual,” but we’re gonna be there to catch the premiere, you betcha.
Also, any day now Cross Films is going to be debuting the official trailer (featuring original music from the Filthies, of course). When that happens, best believe we’ll be posting it here for your trailery enjoyment.
We’re pretty jazzed about this movie, a comedy/fantasy where the stereotypical societal roles of men and women are playfully switched (because magic) and the ensuing hilarity that… ensues. A great collection of talented people are making this flick happen in the best way, including our new friend, Writer/Director Michael Cross, gifted up-and-coming comedic actors Colette Wolfe (Interstellar, Hot Tub Time Machine) and Sam Huntington (Jimmy “Freaking” Olsen in Superman [Freaking] Returns), and a terrific, professional cast and crew. To top it off, Grammy-winning composer Mateo Messina (Juno) is holding down the excellent score, and The Filthy Hypocrites will be splitting the soundtrack album with him. OMG, sweats… we’re like the next Moldy Peaches! Wait, whatever happened to her/them?
I personally suffer from acute star-struckedness when in the vicinity of anyone even mildly famous, so I’m doubly anxious about the show tonight. If I can make it through without making a babbling boob of myself onstage or off, I’ll chalk it up as a win. Naw, I’m just playin’… the show is gonna rock.
Naw, but I will make a boob of myself.