Sunday, March 1, 2015


Fare thee well to my blog of many years. I will miss you. You have been my good friend. I'm not sure if any of you have been paying attention but I've been writing this blog for the past several years.

My blog is now like a dingy old house I go back to sometimes. It is purposely sloppy. It is as vapid and empty as a nostalgic old toy devoid of the reason why I really loved it in the first place. I have come here time and again to vomit my thoughts in the form of tedious bizarre rants and just recently had the epiphany that I don't need it anymore.

I started this blog soon after I received a job for "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno" and it has functioned basically as writing practice. Sketches. Just getting ideas and thoughts out of my system. It has functioned well but as I said it is tedious. On that show I used to write reports on various things daily. All that tedious report writing numbed me from the passion I used to have for writing as an art form. But now I'm sick of being numb.

This blog is like a nostalgic old haunted house, a relic of dreams, memories, ideals, writing styles, tastes and thought patterns I used to have. It is a time capsule but no longer a reflection of my own personal zeitgeist.

Goodnight great beast. I may slip into you in the far future, but for now I bid thee well. For now I must concentrate my mind and life on other things.


Daniel Louis Krone - March 1 2015.


I think this movie is a masterpiece.

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I'd been putting off writing a top 10 of this past year because I never felt compelled to write it. I have conversations with my good friends about what I like but I just felt like this year I didn't need to keep a record of the things I enjoyed. It seemed like a tedious exercise.

I'm not even going to do a full on review of this film I'm just trying to get these particular thoughts I'm currently having out of my system and in the form of a blog entry.

This will be my second to last blog entry on "Daniel Krone's Film Blog" and my very last film review or 'thought-rant on a particular movie'. 

I have seen "Whiplash" 3 times now. The first in a theatre, the second on blu-ray, and third on blu-ray commentary. "Whiplash" is exactly what I want in a film. Passionate. That's all. I want a film that is more conscious about its subject matter than most film's seem to be and I got that with this.

The film's plot is razor thin and its idea is so stunningly simple but the film is conveyed with such meticulous passion to every line of dialogue and every edit to milk every moment to a point so perfect it feels interpretive, and free-style, much like the jazz in the film.

I only really need and want to talk about 2 things I think are stunningly well executed in this film. JK Simmons's character "Fletcher" and the editing. The story of the film is good but basic. Kid joins a jazz band, is psychologically tortured by his composer, and continues to drive to be one of the best drummers in the world. The cinematography is good looking but basically everything has either a pastel green or glowing gold color too it. It is not bad but not mind blowing either. I think this film is a masterpiece but basically on the strength of just two things when boiled down. Those two things are like the main ingredients of a dish with many ingredients that work well but none that overpower the flavor of these two alone.

JK Simmons as Fletcher.

JK Simmons won an oscar for this performance so there isn't much more praise I can give it than most who've seen this film have already done. His performance so flip flops with emotion and a raw anger force that from my seat it is something worthy of deep admiration. It is a delicate balance of perfectly timed emotional moments and unexpected spurts of dread summoning outbursts and back again. His performance is a wonderfully timed roller coaster and in a way, much like the editing is like free form jazz in its ability to surprise me all 3 viewings.

"Black Swan", "Perfect Blue","All That Jazz","King of Comedy", and "The Wrestler" were all films that came to mind when I saw this. For some reason I love films about the struggles of artists. But the main one, in terms of editing, this film reminded me of was "All that Jazz". Both films earned an oscar for it. To me it was the best film of the year because of the culmination of the editing. The director knew the perfect amount of coverage to get but I'm astonished that most of the sequences in the film are so powerful yet made up of basically b-roll any editor could in theory move in many different ways to tell the story but in the way it is presented here seems to heighten every moment in an unpredictable free form kind of a way with its own flare for montage and style. It's very difficult to explain. For me it's an emotional thing. I fell in love with this movie the moment the editor and director decided to cut to a spit valve being opened and spit falling on the floor. The characters and dialogue are fun but the attention to details in such a limited space and the ability to make each sequence with the band seem nuanced and fresh while only concentrating on 1 of 2 characters in the mix could have easily been tedious but in the final cut of the film is anything but. The film ends at an emotional climax that's built up to its exact boiling point, it's heartbreaking but exactly what I'd wanted at my most ambitious ideals about the film I thought when I first bought my ticket. It's exactly what I wanted and needed. It reinvigorated my love for the art of storytelling simply through editing techniques, coverage, and a unique take on a performance I was in awe of and refreshed by.

So that's my two cents.

Monday, February 23, 2015

About Learning . . . .

Took a class this morning for voice-acting. Despite having done 1 documentary voice-over that many people said they like I know I can always improve my technique and skills at certain particular things and re-listening to it, I know I can. Especially those things I am and have always been deeply interested in. I never want to reach the point where I no longer feel passionate about learning. I know some people who do who are set in there ways and those people are typically boring. After all this Oscar Mumbo-Jumbo and me trying to finish up several projects. I already know I can be better than I've been before and from now on that's all I really want to do. Maybe when I'm 80 I'll learn enough to create something truly sublime but until then, always learning. Cause this industry and by extension my life in it, is and should be always evolving. 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Crimson Peak Official Teaser Trailer #1 (2015) - Tom Hiddleston, Jessica...


Sometimes the littlest of moments make the biggest impacts. In hindsight they were never little in the first place. The moments in your life and choices you make reverberate like waves on the tide dictating how good the ocean that is life will let you sail and how rich the fish will be and taste. There are no words to describe when a moment hits you of utter purity and clarity. I wish I had them. I do not. Hindsight is the only great focuser that your life actually means something.

Saturday, November 15, 2014


I had saw the LA Slasher recently at Zed Fest (where it won I believe 12 awards). And was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. I halfway expected a trope salad and disappointment and was mentally preparing myself to sit down and watch a film I ultimately wouldn't like...couldn't have been further off in my irrational fear. LA Slasher was great, great fun. The film uses the slasher genre to lampoon and satirize popular culture, consumers digestion of pop culture, and news outlets like TMZ and E! News. Needless to say it was a refreshing film to sit down and watch. It's supremely tongue and cheek and stylistically evocative of films like "Natural Born Killers" and "Spring Breakers" . Despite being a slasher it is very upbeat and extremely funny. In the most positive way "The LA Slasher" is very much and possibly the first Bubblegum-Slasher film...and I like it!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

BURNING MaN!!!!?!!!%*(&#*(*(@

        I know that I had no idea what the festival was before I came. And now after having gone in 2014 I still don't think I am any closer to an idea of what it is all really about.

Burning Man for the moment was as if the Lost Boys from J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan grew up into the world of Mad Max. As I drove out of Gerlach, Nevada after my Burning Man experience I had said to one of the other passengers in my ride 'I leave a city filled with hippies and neon lights, to go back to a city filled with hippies and neon lights'. And we spent about 10 hours in the car driving to the City of the Angels caked in alkali dust. 

How does one collate and quantify the experiences of their first trip to Burning Man? How does one write a journal entry explaining all the things he did and saw that were amazing, beautiful, and wonderful? I'm not sure. I had so many ideas and thoughts about how I was going to go about this journal entry when I was there. I then gave up those thoughts and began to have fun and live in the moment. Which is what you should be doing in your regular life but what is definitely encouraged in the looser society that is Burning Man. 

Burning Man is a place for artists, a welcome place for artists, painters, sculptures, so I thought as someone who does enjoy writing from time to time explaining what it is all about would be relatively easy. Unfortunately it has been relatively difficult for my mind to think of the right non-sarcastic type of prose to describe things a more cynical mindset would have already dove into about the festival.

Do you like casual nudity, being naked in front of strangers, drugs, music (of all kinds it's not just EDM people), and lights, and art, and sculpture, and bike rides, and yoga, and juggling, and stilt walkers, and vaginas, and alcohol, and penises, and tea, and pornography, and being sprayed with a fire hose, and electroshock, and dangerously climbing on weird structures, and bumper cars, and ooooohhhhh ahhhhhhh sooooooo many things. Oh look at that thing, ooh strip chess, he took your pawn 'take off your socks' he took your queen 'take off your panties'. Oh wait we forgot there's an art car out in Playa playing Stevie Wonder but you have to be dressed as an animal to join the party . . . lets doooo that!!!!! *.* BURNING MAN FOREVER!!!! 

Basically that sums up the somersaults my brain was doing walking through the Playa. 

There are 4 basic guidelines to enjoying yourself at Burning Man; though there are 10 "Principal's of Burning Man" I'm too lazy to look them up right now :P. There are 4 basic things to know. In the words of Scar "Be Prepared"… 'Don't Be a Dick", "Take Care of Yourself", "Participate", "Share", "Clean Up". (Yeah I know it's not four, leave me alone, I don't have to participate in your spelling regime man, save that for the regular world. I can spill how every I want to punchtuate my words dammit!) Muffins. 

I feel like everything anybody can possibly say and have already said won't do anywhere near justice what a first hand account will do so I won't bore you with the utter tedium that is spelling out all the things I did. Naked shower dance party (Maybe) Drugs (Maybe) Falling asleep in a piece of art (Maybe) watching the sunrise and sunset (Maybe) Drugs (Also maybe, stop asking Narcos!) Oooooh Muffins. 

Anyways so I took a whole bunch of Euphemisms and Euphamismed my Euphamising brain off. Look at all those colors . . . *.* 

(INNER MONOLOGUE) 'Wholly crap everyone's so friendly and and huggy and free beer and drinks and woah look at all the lights and Weeeeee there's a pirate ship with dance music and hurray!!!! Wow look at that thing, and that thing, neat, ah sandstorm, need my goggles.' (I call the use of commas in this sentence (and a lot of my writing) the "Fuck You Comma". I use them instead of the Oxford Comma.) 

It's a 7 week long party in the middle of the dessert built by 65'000 people all with unique costumes and structures they are living in and ideals on what 'fun' means. Sooooo yeah it's kinda hard to actually describe and if I did a play by play I would feel like a bad tedious writer and this entry might not be fun to read, so JUst Go JuSt go to BurNinggg Mann at some point Doooo IT!!!!! 

It's like a whole other universe man. 

Smiley Face.  :)