I don't think you're ever too old to hear "Starring... your name." I've had “cameos” in one of my films before, but the leading role of the nameless Painter in MONOLOGUE (2027)—carrying a 2.5-hour one-actor crime drama with an epic-length soliloquy—isn't something anyone plans. As a former journalist who interviewed actors and filmmakers worldwide, I may start a series asking myself the questions I once asked movie icons. It'll be another adventure in this surreal universe I've immersed myself in again. #acting #indiefilm #avantgarde #cinematicart

God's will be done today. God's will be done in the motion picture industry. God's will be done in the film festival circuit. God's will be done in my life. God’s will be done in my work, which includes my films and art, in every aspect of my life today and always, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, and by the power of the Holy Spirit of the living God. Amen.

David Lean’s RYAN’S DAUGHTER (1970) A Review The 4K UHD of David Lean’s less-revered epic Ryan’s Daughter (1970), starring Sarah Miles, Robert Mitchum, John Mills, Trevor Howard and Christopher Jones, is fantastic. The film looks as if made yesterday. Its two-disc split does not match my preference, yet the high-quality audio and visuals make the format irrelevant. The period drama explores frustration, love, hypocrisy, betrayal, political upheaval and nature’s forces. Watching it on 4K UHD makes me retract my view of it as a lesser epic in Lean’s canon: it is a visually astonishing feast, and his direction has seldom been this smooth and minimalist. It is the work of a master. The acting by Miles, Mitchum, Howard, Mills and the Irish seaside mob that takes the law into its own hands is outstanding. The film avoids the superficialities common in stories of frustrated spouses tempted to betray their vows. Lean’s films are visually beautiful, and this is no exception, but the performances anchor it. Sarah Miles, nominated for the Best Actress Oscar, delivers an extraordinary wildcat performance in a difficult, polemical role: you waver between liking and disliking her yet feel deep compassion for her and for John Mills’s character, an extreme casualty of unrequited, abused love. The seascape, sky, sun, water and the film’s fluid movement are magnificent. I had wanted to see it since childhood and had earlier chances, yet none match this restoration’s quality. It is beautiful and demonstrates the high audiovisual sophistication physical media has reached. Own the 4K if you can; it’s well worth having. Top-notch all the way.

QC: NEW 2K DCP OF MONOLOGUE (2027) As with the 4K DCP recently completed for the Miami theatrical presentation, the backup 2K DCP returned with no errors—putting a smile on a producer’s face. #QualityControl #DCP

QC: THE NEW 2K DCP OF MONOLOGUE (2027) During quality control of the DCP I’ve been rendering since yesterday evening, I’m verifying it on top-notch software in my home studio and awaiting the results, hoping no errors are found. The colors look absolutely beautiful. I paused the playback on this scene of an animated impressionistic painting that represents a cinematic widescreen concept combined with an art style that doesn’t require pristine imagery. In motion, the painting style and aspect ratio look stunning. I’ll post the DCP verification report as soon as it’s ready.

EDITORIAL: The established motion picture business, once the Camelot of moguls who knew how to make movies and the necessary technology, needs an empirical infrastructure to work alongside commercial default models. Until that functionality is in place, and not outside the walls and gates, it remains a crapshoot and carnival rather than a modern, sophisticated industry. #satirical-parodic #criticism #analyticalbriefs

AVANT-GARDE IS ALWAYS IN VOGUE In the 21st century, experimental long-form cinema must join the commercial mainstream to advance the art and craft of motion pictures. These films never age and enter the evolutionary canon of moviemaking and history. It is the closest cinema comes to scientific empirical exploration, hence its importance.

Epic A cinematic poem No multitudes or spectacles, nothing extravagant or monumental. Your vision holds colors and dark neon mystery lighting. Give the ambience mystique. Something in the face tells me I see what I don’t understand and believe what I wish to know. It is a longing that seeks understanding and often fails. What do we grasp of the epics? The win, the mass is the multitude, the horses, the expansions. It needs no castles atop hills—only that sky, always the sky, blazing with epic colors, majestic golden-orange and pink as the sun rises in a sentence by the beaches and the sands with their golden imprint, filled by waves and film of water. Beyond the horizon I see horses, soldiers, armies, a trio of angels ascending and descending in the sunlight. The colorless speak; the darkness full of words. There is no music. It is unnecessary. The shape of the light is a language of its own. I stammer, repeat, repeat and repeat loop incoherently. I say nothing. I vent, ramble that I know thousands, that I know millions. There is only one, but one who experienced much sorrow, suffering so much pain, and can tell it now, can speak of it like a thriller. Only one face before the camera against the darkness, interrupted by an unexpected call. If he doesn’t answer, are you calling for prayer? Glory. Hush, the movie is about to begin. Begin that epic of the face. Sadness so deep within I don’t know who he is or she or them. I trust nothing they promised—things, promises—but words are a massive delusion of words that mean nothing and say what only the wind can say. I am invisible. Call me the epic. There is only one of me and many others I loved. The great walls of the world in my lifetime so far endlessly eternal. Hush, the film has started and the first one who speaks about love knowing nothing but secrets. I’m sure of that. Doesn’t it itch—the sand fish scented on skin, crepe skin? Particles of sea water and dust. The epic story of salt and vinegar, that I am the painter. —C Cotayo #poetry

✨MAKING THE MIAMI PREMIERE DCP✨ 📽🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞️ A Digital Cinema Package (DCP) comprises the digital files of a film for theatrical presentation, including video, audio, subtitles, and all data needed for projection. It is a highly sophisticated, complex system. ✨ Creating a DCP requires precise calibration so the projected image matches the filmmaker’s vision exactly. It is a marvelous, time-consuming process. ✨🌟✨ I am now generating the DCP for the theatrical presentation of MONOLOGUE: THE CRYPTO SOLILOQUY OF AN OIL PASTEL PAINTER in Miami next year, after its world premiere. The film is under consideration by festivals for a possible 2027 world premiere; I do not yet know the location. ✨ This phase is enormously exciting, as the premiere could be in the United States, Europe, or elsewhere. I consider this film a divine commission—not with presumption, but as what I feel, since I never planned to produce it yet did. Everything in the movie connects as though predesigned or predestined. Although I planned many things as producer, it was impossible to preordain every detail, yet everything synchronizes almost supernaturally. It exceeded all my expectations technically and artistically. I did not expect to star in it, but the movie selected me. ✨🌟✨ I am honoured that those who saw the film as a WIP during post-production think highly of my performance as the authentic, believable result of extremely challenging work. One goal was to create every scene in the movie as a painting or artwork in different styles: impressionistic, abstract, expressionist, and digital art. ✨ During post-production I submitted the film to a few festivals but withdrew it from all because it was a work in progress and they could not envision the final quality and beauty. Viewing only minutes of a 2.5-hour production was unacceptable. It is their loss, as it is an excellent movie many will recognize upon release.✨🌟✨ #DCP #filmmaking #worldpremiere The verification of the DCP is also essential: NO ERRORS FOUND. Hallelujah!