The following blog is a build-out from our website: www.scrapperfilm.com
and from our facebook page: www.facebook.com/scrapperfilm?ref=ts
As “Scrapper’s” most endearing hell-blazer, Downey Holcomb famously said, “There’s a lot of learning to be learned.” Bulls-eye. Greased by that gem from the Marine range patrol dodging, white label vodka swilling Holcomb we heretofore launch “Scrapper” into the blogosphere.
As “Scrapper’s” most endearing hell-blazer, Downey Holcomb famously said, “There’s a lot of learning to be learned.” Bulls-eye. Greased by that gem from the Marine range patrol dodging, white label vodka swilling Holcomb we heretofore launch “Scrapper” into the blogosphere.
This virtual realm offers the latest developments in our documentary feature films’ now seven-year evolution.
How, for instance, the particles of our combined creative energies came together in ’04—or was it, OMG, ’03?—scrambled for a spell, then ultimately realigned. Where the keystrokes and dark duotone images of the Scrapperfilm.com website ebb, this web log will flow, in both tight bursts and colorful, rollicking dispatches.
Venturing behind the brass and aluminum curtain, where everything’s off-limits but nothing’s beyond the pale, we’ll leave a trail of billowing digital dirt: from loveable, grungy Niland, CA/Slab City to pricey Park City. Along the way expect festival notes and TV interviews with both filmmakers and scrappers alike, plus an occasional pithy post or XXX chat speak.
From known knowns to known unknowns to the unknown unknowns, you’ll learn whom, amongst our gallery of outlaw survivalists and psychedelic cowboys is in prison (Downey, for one), who got out, and who’s gone missing on the bombing range.
There’ll also be cool-ass trivia. Such as which frontline Marine Corps base screens our trailer for visiting press and politicians, usually when a trespasser hauls off with ordnance, or dies trying? (Hint: Downey was arrested there.) The MAGCC (or Marine Corps Air-Ground Combat Center), Twenty-nine Palms. Wait, shouldn’t we be getting royalties from The Corps?
Think of it like liner notes for a Spinal Tap album… but with cluster bombs, a long, nasty rail of crystal meth and some of Downey’s white label vodka in lieu of mini Stonehenge set pieces and zucchini trouser stuffing.
