Who’s Gonna Fuckin’ Record This?!?

I really love this style of filmmaking; just surrounding yourself with maniacs and rushing headlong into the wildest situations imaginable; dragging along a handycam and allowing the storyline to create itself as the night unfolds…

There are no lights, a boombox delivers your soundtrack, all dialogue is improvised and wardrobe consists of whatever hilarious garb was scavenged from the latest garage sales.

Raw and profane, most would surely dismiss this as artless; mere moronic misadventuring.

But I’ve long held that Partying is a medium/discipline with the potential for elevation to High Art. And that my circle of friends possess unparalleled aptitude. And that it must be documented at all costs.

In True Gonzo Style!

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