new commercials for ADAM REPOSA, Lawyer, Patriot, Champion

We made some more commercials for Adam Reposa, Lawyer, TV Personality, Loud Person!

Here’s the first one, in case you ain’t been paying attention:

After the first one went crazy online, Adam Reposa became internet-famous.

See:
http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/2012/05/probably-the-best-lawyer-commercial-ever
http://www.bestweekever.tv/2012-05-25/adam-reposa-is-just-a-great-lawyer-and-patriot/
http://www.filmmakermagazine.com/news/2012/05/bob-rays-amazing-legal-commercial/
http://now.msn.com/now/0528-screaming-lawyer.aspx
http://videogum.com/530042/thats-your-lawyer-adam-reposa/free-advertising/
http://coedmagazine.com/2012/05/26/adam-reposa-lawyer-patriot-champion/
http://www.jest.com/embed/174973/insane-texas-style-lawyer-commercial
http://videohater.com/adam-reposa-lawyer-patriot-champion/
http://www.fark.com/comments/7126030/Im-a-lawyerand-this-is-my-truck
http://abovethelaw.com/2012/05/you-should-probably-get-out-of-adam-reposas-way/
http://carscoop.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-dont-want-to-get-in-way-of-this.html
http://www.austinchronicle.com/blogs/screens/2012-05-28/bob-rays-litigious-mofo-party-plan/
http://jestcomedy.tumblr.com/post/24002991555/this-real-commercial-for-texas-lawyer-adam-reposa
http://www.pajiba.com/videos/adam-bulletproof-reposa-is-the-best-goddmn-lawyer-in-the-us-of-a.php
http://veracitystew.com/2012/05/28/the-best-worst-lawyer-ad-on-television-video/
http://video.couriermail.com.au/2240095810/Wild-Texan-Lawyer
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c22_1337790754
http://www.triplem.com.au/sydney/funny-stuff/bad-medicine/blog/video-texas-lawyer-adam-reposa-makes-insane-ad/20120531-gf2i.html
http://now.msn.com/now/0528-screaming-lawyer.aspx?_p=91330a2d-4025-4aa1-a064-2d3594edac2f
http://gabeweb.tumblr.com/post/24052780321/adam-reposa-lawyer-patriot-champion-adam
http://fratstars.com/total-frat-news/meet-the-new-generation-of-lawyers-mr-adam-reposa/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

All this exposure went to Repo’s unsuspecting head.   His cranium swelled like the Hindenburg.  Big as can be.  Also, some stuff happened that I don’t wanna talk about just yet.  But it does involve typical Hollywood douche baggery and some double-crossing.  Fun!

Anyway, in the middle of that douche-storm, Repo asked us to make another commercial.  Reposa’s idea for the new commercial was pretty hare-brained, IMHO.  The premise was to make a commercial addressing the recent ban of Big Gulps and large sodas in NYC.  Remember that?  It was news for about 1/2 a day.  We over at CCF felt that this commercial idea sucked.  People will forget about the Big Gulp ban as soon as the next dumb chunk of news comes tumbling down the mountain.  And also, where’s the crashing cars and breaking glass?  Lame.  But we’re cool, so we played along.  After shooting the commercial, more douche-baggery ensued as well as that double-cross I hinted at earlier.  We won’t get into it right now, but it may have affected Bob Ray’s ability to edit.

Drunk and exhausted from swimming upstream in the torrent of douche flow, Bob Ray overcame all and edited the new commercial like a champ.  Here it is:

Reposa didn’t like this version.  He asked us not to put it online.  Repo wanted it re-edited.  A few days later, and with Chad Holt (of Total Badass fame, and Reposa’s legal assistant now) as a middle-man, there was a bury-the-hatchet sort of moment where Bob Ray (being awesome and forgiving and stuff) agreed to re-cut the commercial.

Repo suggested some unwanted and unsolicited changes: “add the Star Spangled Banner,” “do more choppy editing, like the first one,” “make it less snobby and avant garde,” “have less cinematography,” etc.

Bob Ray and CrashCam Films thought those ideas sucked.

Anyway, here’s the revised version of the commercial:

So now everything’s cool.  Except that double-cross thing, that is.  That’s still not cool

Hey look, Repo recently landed on the local TV news.  Bob Ray is featured in the piece as “the unknown cameraman who makes Eastwood look so fine.”

http://www.kxan.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=20361

Defense attorney attacks justice system: kxan.com

http://www.kxan.com/dpp/news/local/austin/defense-attorney-attacks-justice-system?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm

More to come.  Or not.  Who knows?

A short film telling the whole story is in the can.  It’s tentatively titled “The Adam Reposa Saga.”

All good fun and games!

TOUR JOURNAL: Goodbye Houston, Hello New Orleans: Lies, Pickles, Pot (Day 2 – 2010-11-11)

BOB:
Okay, aside from the post on Day 1, all this other “Bob” portion of the tour journal is a big, stinking pile of time-traveling untruths.  I mean, it’s really Day 12 and I’m sitting in the Mid-Manhattan Public Library, spewing lies all over the internet.  But if you wanna play along, I’ll just try to write the following entries as if I actually did write then when the date and time-stamp suggest.   Game?

11:17 AM, maybe? – BOB:
Um, we woke up or something?  I don’t fucking remember and the fact that you expect me to is really pretty dickish on your part.  We’ve been working and partying our asses off for 12 straight days.  Yeah, I guess I woke up somewhere in Houston and drove all fucking day to New Orleans.  That shit felt like it was three months ago…

Leaving Houston

Okay, new idea.  I’m gonna let Chad’s writing carry the load for this first leg. I know y’all are disappointed, what with my humor and wit giving this blog all its energy and flavor. But I’ve been doing all the driving again, just booked the last two dates (while driving, mind you) and am still, on a daily basis, dealing w/ posters, merch, partying, press, derbies, cinemas, and driving from 4-11 hours.

But here are the pics and vids I too several days ago:

Chomped some pork-n-slaw.

Gambling

Stumbled around New Orleans like a drunken pirate.

In New Orleans

It’s romantic here.

Chad and Sara SlowDance…

Smoke Weed

Pickle in a Pouch

Crashed on a fold-out bed.  Not bad.

And now, take it away Chad:

6:53 PM – CHAD:
Right now, I feel like we might as well turn around and go right the fuck back home. We had our chance… History was right there at our fingertips. This had the potential for one of the greatest trips of all times and it was all going to start with an art exhibit that was going on at Delgado Community College when we pulled up in New Orleans. Granted, Bob and I aren’t exactly patrons of the fine arts, but it just so happened that the first “older woman” that I ever dated (way back when I was 23 years old and she was younger than I am right now as we speak) lives in New Orleans and invited us to an art opening that her sister was in. At said opening, there was an interactive display where this chinaman (I only call him a chinaman because I got the impression that one of the points of his exhibit was to bring out some kind of repressed hatred and subjugation of orientals that lies dormant in all barbarians such as myself but I’m not one to judge, just let me explain what he was doing and you make up your own mind) would sit you down at a table, prepare you a bowl of Chef Boyardee Raviolis while dressed up “Hop Sing” style up to and including bare feet and then when you were finished, he would eat whatever you didn’t and proceed to lick your plate clean. Bob and I were the very next people in line for this when he abruptly packed his shit up and went home. I can’t help but feel like if only Bob and I had gotten there a little bit sooner… If only we had been moving a little faster and without pills, for instance… then we would have gotten this whole ordeal on tape and been propelled into tour journal stardom. Our tragedy was a real life example of the “butterfly effect” that Confucius himself would have been proud of.

Ravioli

Art Show

7:45 PM – CHAD:
Despite the hardships we encountered in the early goings of our trip to The Big Easy, my luck actually took a turn for the better, as evidenced in the following:

11:13 PM – CHAD:
Eventually, we hooked up with “Vogue” (Vouge. Let your body move to the music. Move to the music.) who some of you may remember from her reign of terror back in Austin and she took us down near The French Quarter in the “Snug Harbor” area of town. Well, the harbor got very snug very quickly about 3 minutes after we parked and another old friend from Austin recognized me on the street and gave us free drinks from the bar she worked at all night. I forget the name of the place… Here’s what little I did catch before then:

TOUR JOURNAL: Day 10: Friday, July 23, 2010 The Canadian Fisty and Vancouver screening that kicked ass

1:13 PM
CHAD
Checked out a lot of Seattle today… Had Lake Jackson’s own Burgandy Viscosi show me around in the daytime:

I loved walking around in Seattle. Feel free to look at this girl I filmed playing the fiddle in the street. I think they call them “violins” up here. The fiddles, I mean…

Burgandy turned me on to this badass bar in Belltown called Shorty’s. They have a shitload of pinball in there, and I’ve filmed all the machines for the Jim Isaacsses and Adam Reposas of the world, not to mention the Scott Fondrens and Mike Marquardtses.

Then, that night, it was more partying up in Ballard with Heidi and her friends. Here are The Basements doing a song at a place called The Tractor, where Austin’s own Lauren Fogel used to work. They still talk about her up here…

3:47 PM
BOB:

The drugs were supposed to be removed from the car.  Chad’s dirtweed was supposed to go with Chad.  My sweet leaf was supposed to be dumped at my Seattle crash-pad.  That was the plan.  When a doper like Chad rides shotgun, you never really know what kinda drugs can fall off of him like a landslide of dandruff and end up scattered all over the crevices of the vehicle.  Shit tends to migrate on a road trip.  That’s the fear.  A cleanse was had, but is it enough.  Where the fuck did that pill roll off too?  Was there a joint that went astray?  Let’s find out.  Hello Canadian border.  Hello thorough inspection of every inch of the car and its contents.

And they gave it their best shot.  They tore through my shit like a tornado raping a trailer park.  Fucking every inch of it.

But someone forgot to tell the Mounties that the drugs were back in the states.  So once they finished tearing the car apart in search of the mind huggers, they proceeded to prod my every nook and cranny.  I guess I finally got that anal probing the Roswell promised but never delivered on.  Thanks, Canada.

Speaking of, did I already mention that I got laid before Chad did on this road trip?

But back to Canada: the fucker doing the searching was bummed that he came up empty handed.  So he decided to lecture me about the little note in the merch case.  The note that pleads for “Tips, Gas Money & Drugs.”

At one point Canadian bacon/cop grilled me about smoking weed “it’s okay of you do, but did you bring any?” Followed by a long pause and the hairy eyeball as he attempted to break me with his twitchy gaze.

No dice. The fucker was diceless.  So I made it to Vancouver.  And holy shit, the Vancouver screening was killer.   Terminal City Rollergirls showed up!  Check out the line:

And dig this huge-ass crowd:

The Q&A was kick ass.  And I’ve been commissioned by Terminal City Rollergirls with a message to relay to the derby gals in Victoria: hey, Eves of Destruction Roller Derby, the Terminal City Rollergirls think that their team, the Faster Pussycats, will be whipping up on you in an upcoming bout.  So what do ya think of that?

Speaking of, super-big thanks to the Terminal City Rollergirls and to Alex, Chris Coralline and Alicia at the Rio.  They are a killer bunch and plied me with beer and love.

Here are some clips from the drive to and my time in Vancouver:

Some Press:

http://www.straight.com/timeout/listing/vancouver/new-3339

Help us spread the word!!! We have more screenings coming up and could use your help w/ promo:

http://crashcamfilms.com/filmtour2010.htm

July 26 Victoria, BC @ Victoria Event Centre
7:00 Hell on Wheels with CrashToons
*sponsored by Eves of Destruction Roller Derby
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=133877333302434
9:00 Total Badass with CrashToons
*with filmmaker Bob Ray
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=133778133310338

July 27 Tacoma, WA @ The Grand Cinema
7:00 Hell on Wheels with CrashToons
*sponsored by Dockyard Derby Dames
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=140852589261586

July 29 Portland, OR @ Clinton St. Theater
7:00 Hell on Wheels with CrashToons
*sponsored by Rose City Rollers
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=116640861715128
9:00 Total Badass with CrashToons
*with filmmaker Bob Ray and Chad Holt
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=134600523226640

July 30 Seattle, WA @ Central Cinema
7:00 Total Badass with CrashToons
*with filmmaker Bob Ray and Chad Holt
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=109892459059663

TOUR JOURNAL: Day 9: Thursday, July 22, 2010 the Boise to Seattle drive and the Chad dump

10:35 AM

CHAD:
A big thanks to Kat of The Treasure Valley Rollergirls and her family for letting us stay with them here in Boise. When we got up this morning, the dog was watching television. Seriously… The TV was on animal planet and the dog was totally fucking watching it, freaking out on other dogs. I got it on video, see:

11:12 AM

CHAD:
Not that any of this topped a dog watching television, but I did spend about three hours walking around downtown Boise, and it fucking rules.  The nightlife was pretty happening last night, too.  Here are some videos of the state capitol building, and then I filmed an Idaho State Police car.  It was probably the coolest police car I’ve ever seen…And I’ve seen a lot of them.

12:12 PM

BOB:
Double-up on the ditto Chad done said, and a big thanks to Kat and her fam for the sweet, sweet hospitality.  The triptych of couches served us well.  Even when the pooches needed a snuggle.  We hit the road for another 8+ hour drive.  Despite the declaration of no more getting lost, we got lost on step one right off Kat’s porch.  But we managed to overcome and found the interstate.

Rest stop: (see big blue piss box on the right)

3:01 PM

BOB:
We saw several burnt-up patches of grass and a few tires.  The second vid was cool as we drove right through the smoke at 8Omph.  But the battery died before we got there, so just take a huge bong hit, blow out a puff of smoke and run through it at top speed and you’ll get the proper effect.

5:14 PM

BOB:
These 8+ hour drives are getting routine at this point.  Except this time we’re cruising through the Washington mountains and we’re about to run out of gas. No shit.  In a Prius and about to run out of gas.  Nice, huh?  Let’s see how it panned out:

6:41 PM

BOB:
More driving.

7:53 PM

CHAD
Originally, I was going to ride into Seattle today with Bob and then take a bus down to Portland so I can wait for him there while he does the Canada shows, seeing as how I’m not allowed into Canada. Well, it occurred to me that this might be the only chance I ever have to see Seattle, but I really don’t have anywhere to stay here. I got on the phone with friends down in Austin in a panic and asked them if they know anyone here whose house I could crash at for a couple days while I checked out the city. I was referred to a girl, Heidi, who might let me stay at her place. I say “might” as though I don’t know yet, because I’m pretending to have typed this days ago when actually I have already been in Seattle and Portland both, partying for over a week, and yes I stayed at Heidi’s house for about five fucking days, thank you very much, dear. Oh yeah, we went completely apeshit, too and here’s some video from my first night in Seattle:

I spent most of my Seattle nightlife up north in Ballard, where Heidi owns a bar and frequents about twenty others. They have a badass strip of bars up here, and I’ve met a lot of nice people and seen a bunch of shows. The above clip was Kaleb Hagan-Kerr doing an improvised little ditty in the back of Hattie’s Hat.

2:21 AM

BOB:
Okay, we got lost a few more times, minor affairs.  Before landing in my Seattle destination, I dumped Chad off.  He found a gal to crash on.  Or a couch.  I’m not sure which.  I’m not usually one to brag, but fuck it: what I am sure of is that I did get laid before Chad did on this tour.  So suck on that!

Okay, so don’t flip.  Everything’s cool.  I didn’t ditch Chad.  The thought crossed my mind.  Chad and I had to part ways cuz the fucker ain’t allowed into Canada on account of him being a convicted felon and shit.  And, there are a handful of Hell on Wheels only screenings coming up: Bellingham, Tacoma & Port Orchard and one more double header in the forbidden land of Victoria, Canada.  But we’ll meet back up when we screen in Portland on the 29^th and be a two-headed bastard again through the rest of the tour.

Despite his rep and a few annoying habits, Chad’s a dam-fine travel companion.  I mean, except the part where he has a suspended license and can’t drive so he’s effectively dead weight half of the time.  But he means well and leaves very little damage in his wake, so it’s mostly pleasant or maybe tolerable.

Here’s a vid from inside Seattle.  I think I’ve played a race car video game where I drove through these:

Help us spread the word!!! We have more screenings coming up and could use your help w/ promo:

http://crashcamfilms.com/filmtour2010.htm

http://crashcamfilms.com/filmtour2010.htm

http://crashcamfilms.com/filmtour2010.htm

Total Badass press love

Our new doc, TOTAL BADASS is getting some love. www.TotalBadassTheMovie.com

Info:
An insanely funny and wickedly debaucherous new documentary about crime, sex, art, drugs, music and life in the Austin underground.

TOTAL BADASS is the Texas tale of a hilarious, crazy-ass writer/publisher/singer/weed-dealer/sex addict/Guinea pig enthusiast/dad/pirate radio host/raconteur and general man-about-town as he rides out the last six months of felony probation and, ultimately, must change his ways when a financial crisis befalls his estranged family.

“(Total Badass) is a rough film, and that’s a good thing: Holt comes across like a lost John Waters’ collaborator, or like a real-life version of Nicolas Cage in Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans.”
-Austin Chronicle
http://www.austinchronicle.com/gyrobase/Blogs/index.html/objID1032964/blogID/

indieWIRE
http://www.indiewire.com/article/in_the_works_housing_horror_wandering_skater_bad_ass_texan_adult_artists_so/pem

Houston Press
http://blogs.houstonpress.com/rocks/2010/05/be_a_total_badass_and_win_neil.php

Slackerwood
http://www.slackerwood.com/node/1644

Austin Daze
“Holt is a modern day Texas punk rock version of a Kerouac character; speeding through life on whatever fuels him in a non-stop flurry of writing, drug dealing, singing, stage diving, love making, and guinea pig raising.”
http://www.austindaze.com/2010/05/24/bob-rays-new-film-total-badass/

from Houston Press:
Austin’s Indie Guru delivers a doc about drugs, sex and Chad Holt: Drugs, Sex and the Austin Underground

The ultimate slacker filmmaker just might be Austin’s Bob Ray, responsible for the indie productions “Hell on Wheels,” about women’s roller derby, and “Rock Opera,” a weed-infused little goodie about the Austin rocker scene. He’s also been at the helm of numerous animations and good-time music videos, such as “Platypus Rex’s Clone Whores” and “Night of the Kung Fu Zombie Bastards from Hell!” Anyone with a High Times magazine nomination for Best Stoner Film is alright by us.

Ray and his CrashCam Films are always a highlight at the prestigious SXSW festival, and his latest cinematic adventure to screen at the fest is “Total Badass: A Film by Bob Ray about the Life and Times of Chad Holt.” We quote from the film’s web page: “an insanely funny and wickedly debaucherous new documentary about crime, sex, drugs, music and life in the Austin underground.” (They had us at “insanely.”)
-D.L. Groover, Houston Press