Thought I'd start constructing a festival list while I had some time... I apologize for misleading, but this actually won't be a filmmaker's informative blog post about forming festival strategies. I just got bored while breaking down festivals by deadlines and premiere requirements, and I thought I'd muse about something else.
Christmas Eve, I was imbibing alcoholic merriment with my dear old friend and our co-producer Glen, and as creative individuals often do while severely intoxicated, we came up with the BEST IDEA EVER.
The 90's, if you remember, endowed upon us many a beautiful things.... Most notably, the Spice Girls and people with emotions (Party of Five, Seattle grunge rock, Ethan Hawke...)
As casual but avid historians of film, Glen and I realized that the two best gifts that Hollywood gave us during this decade were...
BASKETBALL MOVIES and DOG MOVIES.
White Men Can't Jump, The Air Up There, Above the Rim, Basketball Diaries, Space Jam, Forget Paris, Celtic Pride, Slam Dunk Ernest, Eddie, He Got Game...
Turner and Hooch (1989), Homeward Bound, Beethoven, Beethoven's 2nd, 3rd (2000), 4th (2001), and so on and so on...
(Actually, dog movies have been around forever, but I still insist that the Dogsploitation genre really emerges in the late 80's-90's)
And then we remembered... This...
OMG. Indeed.
The greatest gift of all.
We wondered, "What great mind put together this cinematic concoction, this dangerously entertaining hybrid compound fusing the two most endeared genres of 90's Hollywood?"
The answer, courtesy of IMDB:
PAUL TAMASY.
Who, IMDB continued to reveal, is not only the writer of Air Bud, but also, Air Bud: Golden Receiver, Air Bud 3, Air Bud: Seventh Inning Fetch, Air Bud Spikes Back, Air Buddies, Snow Buddies, Space Buddies, AND Santa Buddies.
You can imagine we were experiencing total mind orgasm at such revelation.
And then we discovered that Paul Tamasy is one of the writers for the currently playing, critically acclaimed sports drama, The Fighter, starring Mark Wahlberg.
Which was obviously kind of a bummer.
So we will find our hero, Paul Tamasy. We will hold a lavish award ceremony honoring his contribution to cinema, complete with in-depth filmmaker Q & A and a sumptuous reception where we will serve hors d'oeuvres shaped like golden retrievers and basketballs.
And all of us followers, we will passionately dissuade Mr. Tamasy from making more pretentious, Oscar-worthy films such as The Fighter so that he may embark on his most epic enterprise yet.
Resurrect Air Bud. One last time. The Last Air Bud Movie.
Because as responsible filmmakers, we need to make sure such great cinematic legacies are remembered and honored. Because that happily slobbering golden retriever has one last alley-oop left in him.
I'm completely sober today... And this remains my greatest idea ever.
PEACE
