I knew very little about Band going in. I'm aware of Full Moon Features and always had him pegged as a poor mans Llyod Kaufman. That's a harsh call if half of what is in this book is true (big if. It doesn't always have the ring of truth).
I did not know, for instance, that at one point he purchased the largest film studios in Europe from a near bankrupt Dino DeLaurentis and moved his productions to Europe where he operated out of a castle that he got on the cheap because it was sold in an ancient Italian real estate ritual that involved having to put in the largest bid before a candel burns out and he was the only bidder who understood the rules- see what I mean when I mentioned it strains credulity at times?
It's a very self aggrandizing read but a fun one and recalls a lot of nostalgia for me that I didn't know Band was involved in. For example, when I was a kid my cousin wouldn't go to the bathroom because of The Ghoulies poster. Well Band covers being picketed by angry parents from across the country. Apparently my cousin wasn't the only one. Covers producing Stuart Gordons first flicks, leaving a 40 foot shoe in the middle of a California park because he didn't know what to do with it after shooting Fairy Tales, shagging a young Demi Moore beneath the I Spit On Your Grave poster, and making up to 40 films a year most of which I have at least heard of.
I'm halfway through and at this point Band is mega rich and living the good life, commuting between Rome and LA producing more films than just about anyone else on earth. I know he winds up owner of a small streaming label, sneaking out during lockdown to shoot low quality video to release Corona Zombies mid pandemic. Seems like a hell of fall... Should be good reading.
Recommended, with caveats.
I did not know, for instance, that at one point he purchased the largest film studios in Europe from a near bankrupt Dino DeLaurentis and moved his productions to Europe where he operated out of a castle that he got on the cheap because it was sold in an ancient Italian real estate ritual that involved having to put in the largest bid before a candel burns out and he was the only bidder who understood the rules- see what I mean when I mentioned it strains credulity at times?
It's a very self aggrandizing read but a fun one and recalls a lot of nostalgia for me that I didn't know Band was involved in. For example, when I was a kid my cousin wouldn't go to the bathroom because of The Ghoulies poster. Well Band covers being picketed by angry parents from across the country. Apparently my cousin wasn't the only one. Covers producing Stuart Gordons first flicks, leaving a 40 foot shoe in the middle of a California park because he didn't know what to do with it after shooting Fairy Tales, shagging a young Demi Moore beneath the I Spit On Your Grave poster, and making up to 40 films a year most of which I have at least heard of.
I'm halfway through and at this point Band is mega rich and living the good life, commuting between Rome and LA producing more films than just about anyone else on earth. I know he winds up owner of a small streaming label, sneaking out during lockdown to shoot low quality video to release Corona Zombies mid pandemic. Seems like a hell of fall... Should be good reading.
Recommended, with caveats.
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