August 11, 2008
Eddie Muller: Grand Inquisitor
In this, my second tribute to a good friend, I salute my pal Eddie Muller, with whom I first bonded at Left Coast Crime in Portland, Oregon in February 2002, shortly after publication of his first novel, The Distance, (one of the Anthony and Barry Award competitors for Best First Novel with The Devil's Redhead).
Eddie's got that thing, that snap, that ineluctable whatever that draws people to him, plus he's as close to a renaissance man as anyone I know. But rather than sing his praises (I'll do that at greater length at some later date), I'm going to do him a good turn and let him pimp his movie, The Grand Inquisitor, instead.
Eddie based the script on his short story of the same name (it appears in the 2007 Busted Flush Press anthology A Hell of a Woman, edited by Megan Abbott), and it features the incomparable Marsha Hunt, one of the true grand dames of film noir (and a woman of unparalleled dignity, class and charm in person), and newcomer Leah Dashe. The film first showed at the San Francisco Film Noir Festival in January 2008, but now it's available for viewing online.
Herelet Eddie tell you:
It feels a lot like cliff-diving. Putting your film on-line, that is. Essentially, all control has been surrendered. It's out there in cyberspace, either to spread like wildfire or wither and die. Let's make it the former.
The Grand Inquisitor is available for immediate viewing here .
If you're not already familiar with the film's history, please check out the official website.
Please spread the word as widely as possible, and encourage your friends and associates to watch the filmand rate it, as well. A high rating ensures that the film stays prominent on the undergroundfilm.com home page, so that unsuspecting viewers may easily find it.
I have very mixed feelings about finally deciding to go this route, while the film is still on the festival circuit (it'll show in competition in November at the St. Louis International Film Festival) but now that I have, it will spread to other sites as well. I liken the experience of watching the film on-line to listening to music on a transistor radio. The subtlety is instantly gone; you better have a good singer, ringing guitar riff and a fat bouncy bass line. Luckily, Marsha and Leah carry the show, even in the little letterbox. It remains to be seen if the internet generation can sit still for a quietalbeit suspenseful and ultimately shocking20 minutes.
We'll see ...
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