What I will say... what I am loath to say

One of the principal people in our documentary is looking to make life very difficult for us in the future.

That's all I will (can) say for now.

Tribeca it is

American Cannibal: The Road to Reality , the film we have been working on will premiere at the 2006 Tribeca Film Festival; We will not know date, time, logistics until later. Probably in February.

Film Festivals

Three of the top-10 film festivals in the U.S. have requested our film, American Cannibal: The Road to Reality to premiere at their festival. South by Southwest, Tribecca and Florida all contacted us and, oddly, excellently, each programmer proffered the following caveat: if we want to be eligible for Best Documentary at thier festival it must be a premiere. This, obviously, is a problem, but a problem I don’t mind having. Perry says to me: "Think about what we've been through."
So I have. Below, is a rough catalogue of the combined personal issues – satellite anxieties, if you will – that had harassed the principals of Acme Pictures during its 2 year production of American Cannibal. The list is still open for addenda.
1 case of pneumonia.
1 arthroscopic knee surgery.
3 bouts of food poisoning.
1 lawsuit (dropped)
1 back, the lumbar region, completely thrown out.
3 break-ups (girlfriends).
1 attempt to go cold turkey from the evils of coffee.
After a viciously difficult 3-day stint, a welcome relapse and enthusiastic embracing of that wonderful beverage: coffee.
1 girlfriend entering into an alcohol rehab center for 28 days.
A revolving door of interns. To date, we’ve had 17.
1 superstitious week of wearing no underwear, all in the hopes that this would subconsciously – not to mention miraculously – sway potential financiers to invest in the movie. All it achieved, in truth, was the aforementioned case of pneumonia.
6 weddings (this is only a rough estimate; there may be others)
4 deaths in four separate families.
The turning down a one million dollar deal (because these guys were greedy and smarmy and were about nothing more than making money rather than making movies).
1 purchase of a Brooklyn house.
1 ridiculous beard, the visage of which projected the image that the owner of said beard either, one, just invented baseball or, two, was about to go out and sell root beer.
3 diagnoses of cancer
2 pregnancies
The firing of five people.
The re-hiring of two.
The quitting of one.
Someone defecating on the carpet in the Acme foyer and then stuffing their underwear down the toilet.
The realization that I, Michael Nigro, was in the best shape of my life and that I should begin training for another marathon… Then I woke up to discover that I’ve never been in worse shape and was craving pizza and gravy and lard.
3 straight days of being stalked by a woman's black thong (long, boring story)
3 fried computers.
3 new computers.
The meeting of Kevin Blatt, promoter of the Paris Hilton Sex Tape
1 morning with Olympic Gold Medal winner, Bruce Jenner.
1 late morning with Frank Stallone, Sly’s Brother
1 afternoon with Don Most.
1 cell phone dropped down a public toilet (me).
The death of two other cell phones.
3 flat tires (one in LA).
2 car accidents (both in NY)
7 parking tickets (all perry).
The demise of the band, Guided by Voices.
13 trips to LA (only one for pleasure).
11 short-term freelance jobs to supplement a brutal lack of income, one being a reality show called, America’s Most Extraordinary Dancer.
397 packages of succulent Ramen Noodles.
Real tears, five times.