About Me
Specializing in making viable and entertaining cinema in San Diego. ::THE PLAYERS::DOMINIC VALIENTE (Writer/Director) - Dominic was home schooled throughout elementary school, which explains his social ineptness and inability for decency. Before graduating San Diego State, after 2 other schools and seven and a half years (which he acredits to his love of "me time"; that may or may not be a euphimism), he was nearly kicked out of film school. Apparently, forgery and fraud are looked down upon in academia. Since graduation, Dominic has worked in the Film/TV industry for such companies as 20th Century Fox, ABC Family and Stu Segall Productions (seriously). In that short time he has skyrocketed from office PA, to Producers Assistant, to UPM. He hasn't worked in 3 months since then. Apparently, FOX executives don't like it when you yell and overreact to minor everyday inconveniences. The racial slurs probably didn't help any. Now, he's taking his desperate need for money and inflated sense of self worth to independent filmmaking as the resident writer and director of Inappropriate Friday Films.LOREN GRAVES (Writer/Producer) - Unlike Dominic, I chose to write my bio in the first person--something a little more, uh, personal about it--maybe that just has to do with the fact that I don't have his homeschooled edge of pretension. No, no, no I am a product of Sonoma Valley High School, primarily the metal shop and for those that know, the stains of the wine country and public education on young minds is just as vicious as the thirst we have for light beer and large trucks. We're a god damn cult in that little valley and I'm sure I'd be a lot happier if I hadn't been kidnapped by that evil known as "higher education." And what did I learn at college, studying "film"...I learned that the only thing non-theoretical at UCSD is their hack-ass faculty. Oh, some would argue that Mike Judge came from UCSD. Very true, but he was a physics major. So after some adventures in the business hauling coffee and breaking things, I went back to managing a restaurant and helped spawn IFF. I joined with these twisted individuals as a way to expel all the crap that I paid four years to sour my head with and as an outlet for my violent tendencies (not to mention my ninja-like copying and collating skills). Now with our first film in the can, I am starting to feel like I'm getting my old "drown a kitten for a good laugh" soul back. Please enjoy our work with a cocktail and something to puke in (I suggest the hair of sleeping girls). Over and out.VANESSA VALIENTE (Writer/Producer) - Vanessa was also home-schooled, which explains her desire to excel above and beyond the call of duty having entered society horribly unprepared. (She called farts, toots, and didnt know what tights were). Once she caught up and surpassed her peers, she came to realize how intelligent, witty, clever, hygienic, witty and good looking she was. After graduating from San Diego State University with a retarded bachelors degree in Theatre/Film, that is neither Theatre nor Film; she finds herself still horribly unprepared and working at The Olive Garden where all her managers are her bitches because they think she will be famous. (This is irrelevant; I just wanted to call my mangers my bitches - I hope I dont get fired, I need this job).
So now she wanders about from job interview to job interview that have nothing to do anything and defecate in their claustrophobic faces because she is overqualified; Hello, writer and producer anyone? Not to mention highly experienced costume designer. However, this backfired once. She ended up being kidnapped and taken to Orange County, where she had to pay her brother $15 to pick her up. How inappropriate.
(By the, I am really talented.)CZARFRED "CHIP" REYES (Resident Asian Guy) - Recovering douche bag. Now? A pretty swell guy.ALEX "AXL" OSINSKI (Resident Hootchie) IFF tries to make it a point to horrendously offend as many races, sexes, cultures, religions, etc. as possible--oh, and queers too, no better way to start your day than with a strong whiskey rocks and a homo joke--so, when we happened upon Alex, as she was being physically removed from a seedy Rosarito strip club, covered in her own vomit, screaming beligerantly about how she was gonna "racially profile" the bouncer with her new butterfly knife, we thought, "wow, what a crazy mess of a girl, let's walk on the other side of the street and see if she gets shanked." Long story short, she killed three Mexicans that night, the two club bouncers she dropped like they were skirts on a Japanese school girl and then, way later in the night, after we all shared a bottle of cheap tequila and a tranny hooker, she fileted some guy who was just napping in a doorway. It might have been a dog, we don't really remember much except all the blood and how sore we all were from laughing. After that we new we had to find a place at IFF for our little Mick/Wop with the Pollack last name. So we crowned her High Princess of the PA's and took away her butterfly knife and replaced it with a notepad, pen and a butt load of tranquilizers. As long as we keep her drugged to the gills, she makes a damn good cup of coffee...and her hair smells nice now, although every once in a while we'll catch a faint whiff of bile and mescal and with it a nostalgic reminder of how lucky we are to have someone around to blame if anything really screws up.
