‎5 years of Phalco / The 9 Moments of Phalco

9 of the best moments featuring the Phalco Three. Voted on by the Phalco fan universe and featured on the Phalco Facebook page.

Phalco Films, celebrating 5 years of being awesome. And making cool things.

1) Bread: The Drink (2006)

2) Phil Ranta's Pulp Cheetos (2008)

3) Growing Pains by Steve Sims (2009)

4) Love and Deaf starring Mike Roach (2009)

5) The Alarmingly Charmingly Cousins featuring Jeremy Tague (2009)

6) Joe Eckhart (2008)

7) Steven Sims in The 41-Year-Old Virgin... (2010)

8) Phalco Sketch Comedy Stage Show (2009)

9) Kevins House (2008)

Thanks again to Thumbs Ghurkin for taking the time to run the voting and upload the videos. We really do love ya Thumbs!

Free Beer!!

The Phalco marketing folks sent this over today. Sadly the deal they worked out with Pabst Blue Ribbon fell threw and now all we can offer is free cans of yams. Enjoy. And God Bless America!

5 years of Phalco. Coming in 2011.

Our boy over at P4S, Nicky C, gave the Phalco site a spiffy makeover. Make sure to check it out at PhalcoFilms.com. Thanks to Nick C for all his hard work. More coming soon. So hold onto your hats.

Phalco Films: The Beginning

The following is a journal entry written by Mike Roach in the fall of 2005:

Tonight, in Media Management we had to pick our groups. People wrote the names of industries they wanted to research on the board and their names underneath. I sat there, immobile, for a moment or two. Then I popped up and wrote myself under "Film".

I went over to the film group and said, "I bring nothing to the table."

Then it was on. The only dude in the group, Steve Sims, said he knew me from Philosophy class (he sits behind me somewhere.) He started talking about film. He's a free-lance videographer. He remembered the things I'd said in Philosophy and knew I was into film and that I was from Indiana and had moved to L.A.

We talked quite a bit, and when it was time to leave, he waited for me at the door. As we walked down the steps, he said that he wanted to do a movie and invited me to collaborate.

Holy shit! Did it happen? Yeah.

-- journal entry from Thursday, September 8th, 2005

Roach & Sims / Pittsburgh / 2005

Roach & Sims / Los Angeles / 2010

Phalco is DEAD

Come watch the Phalco boys – Mike Roach (Film Noir), Steven Sims (Sci-Fi/Horror) and Jeremy Tague (Action/Comedy) – in three entirely different short films produced by The DeFilm Network for the 2009 DN 50.5 Hour Film Fest.

Tonight @ 9:00pm PST (12:00am EST) only on Facebook.

Mike Roach in Love and Deaf – Directed by Dylan Stern

Steven Sims in The Breath of the World – Directed by Andrew Grosso

Jeremy Tague in Funeral Home – Directed by Arik Martin

The Dog Days of Sims

2010. The adventure continues...

The Winter Sun

So we made it. We marched through an adventurous winter of left lung fails, late night goodbyes and Steeler season cries. After my brief stint at the local infirmary it was back to business. I took a fancy new gig at my favorite Hollywood home, World of Wonder, working on a brand new docu-series airing later this year. It's been an interesting experience working on a production from an office point of view, but I'm sure it's worth it. The show has been shooting in New York City and the crew and I have been working like dogs producing the series. I've also have had the chance to live in NYC while not having to leave LA. As I said, "from an office point of view."

Spring-a-Ding-Done

As spring rolled through we enjoyed the return of some Compound chaos and late night dancing with the people we love. We said goodbye to regular strangers and hello to old faces. Life is a lot like an 22 episode sitcom. Some episodes are fluff while others lead to a great string of events. Spring was the end of the fluff.

The Sound of Summer

It's now summer 2010 and several new adventures are upon us. For starters, the long awaited and much anticipated DVD release of The 41-Year-Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It drops today. With magazine covers appearing around town, phone interviews being scheduled and TV spots appearing before movie previews, this has all become quite cool. Will it continue with more exciting opportunities? Or will I just be some guy who looked like that fat guy from Superbad? Negative Sims wants to say the latter, but lately I've been trying to be more positive. That being said, go buy the DVD. On sale today.

With the DVD release here and Jonah Hill's Get Him To The Greek billboards all around town (a lot like our early hay days back in '07) the excitement of having a doublingganger has begun to rise again. It's been established that although slightly smaller and kinder, no matter what hair cut or look I have, I still resemble this fucking guy. Never the less, Get Him To The Greek doesn't feature side-splitting bonus material like The 41-Year-Old Virgin does. One special feature included on the DVD is Being Jonah Hill – a look at my relationship with Jonah Hill and the making of the Phalco short, Destroying Jonah Hill. Yes sir indeed. The Phalco boys managed to make their way onto a DVD disturbed by FOX. Featured clips from our 2008 short, Destroying Jonah Hill, along with a "60 Minutes" style interview with yours truly, makes this DVD a must buy. So seriously, go buy the DVD. Available at Amazon, Walmart, Best Buy, Blockbuster and on Netflix in July. And thanks for the support.

The Future of '10 and Beyond

So what else is down the pipe line? Production begins this July for a brand new web series I'm co-directing and producing with writer/actress and iO West superstar, Sophia Zolan. / Mr. Bug co-creators and Phalco buds, Alison Trumbull and Dylan Stern, have apparently drafted up a short script for me to star in. I made only one request, no Superbad shirt. / Ivan Ehlers feature, Guns Don't Kill People, wrapped shooting last month and will be making it's way to the festival circut soon. I play the character of "Dirty Dan" and had a great time on set working with Ivan and his fantastic team. Getting to kill some people was pretty cool too. / And of course the turtle moving boys of Phalco Films are around and planning for a few new projects. I mean, it's the year of adventure so don't be surprised if we drift off on our own and try new things. That's just how we roll. But we promise ideas are being penned and new projects will be in the works soon.

Life is different this side of 2009. That is with out a doubt. But sometimes different is the only adventure we need. Enjoy it. I know I am.

-- Steven M. Sims

Under Water is Under Cover

When I'm not doing my old Phalco song and dance I'm usually out making music with Phalco friend and LA superstar, Erin Hickman. Under Water is the name and lovely ukulele melodies is the game. Here's a sneak peak of what we like to call, "An Under Water Summer."

Under Water on Facebook!

Phalco '10

If it wasn't for Phalco's dear friend Stephen Saban I sometimes wonder if people would even know my name. For three years now I have had the ability to resemble Superbad star, Jonah Hill. And for three years now I have had the wonderful voice of Stephen Saban telling the world of my interesting adventures with Hill. From Phalco's early LA days of Destroying Jonah Hill, to being fired from Funny People, to last summer's filming of The 41 Year Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It, the adventures of Jonah and I have kept my first three years in LA pretty exciting.

The WOW Report :: "Over The Hill" by Stephen Saban

As Stephen Saban announces to the world that my "Jonah Hill" days are now behind me I would like to announce to you – the super awesome fans of Phalco Films – that a new Phalco era is upon us. In the year 2010 we plan to make it rain. And we're not talking about cats and dogs. For four years we have been at it and have loved every minute of it. We have such great support and want to thank all of you for that. Stay tuned, because 2010 is going to be a good one. Phalco is back, which only means one thing...lock up your daughters.

Coming soon from the boys of Phalco Films...

The 41 Year Old Virgin Who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and Felt Superbad About It starring Bryan Callen, Noureen DeWulf and Phalco's own, Steven Sims drops June 6th on DVD. The original motion picture soundtrack, featuring "Morning Wood" by J Chris Newberg is now available on Amazon.com.

Phalco's long awaited 2009 sketch comedy show, The Men's Room – starring Jeremy Tague, Frederick Frazier, Clare Fogerty, Alison Trumbull, Frederick Dechow, Kim Burns, Ketryn Porter, Mike Roach and Steven Sims – will finally be available for your viewing pleasure.

The DN Film Network's 48-Film Fest Premiere featuring Phalco actors Mike Roach (in a Film Noir short), Steven Sims (in a Sci-Fi/Horror short) and Jeremy Tague (in an Action/Comedy short) hits LA later this year.

Kevin's House 2 is on the books and coming your way soon. After numerous amounts of emails, demands, and requests for a sequel to the Phalco fav, Kevin's House, Jeremy Tague has promised to finally make it happen.

A new friend of Phalco's, Ivan Ehlers, is in production with his new feature length film, Guns Don't Kill People, which features Steven Sims in the role of Dirty Dan. Shooting began earlier this month.

And it doesn't stop there as production and development meetings have already begun with... a possible Dylan Stern/Alison Trumbull penned script featuring Mike Roach as a fisherman, a brand new Phalco live sketch show, a possible music video and a brand new film by the guy who used to look like Jonah Hill.

Thanks for all the love folks. We look forward to all your support in 2010.

xo,

Sims and studs of Phalco Films

Phalco Films... 2010... A new era of awesomeness...

Sims vs. Pneumonia

So as you might of heard I had a little mishap and found myself in the hospital just over a week ago. I imagine a lot of you – and by you, I mean family, friends, fans, hot chicks, etc. – have been pretty curious on what exactly happened to me. Well it's simple... I was in a high speed police chase which ended in the LAPD gunning me down with five bullets to the chest.

No, that's not true. Although it would be a much more exciting story to tell.

So what really happened? Well it's simple... I got Pneumonia. See about four weeks ago I woke up with a pain in my shoulder. The pain, within a few days, quickly moved to the left part of my chest. At first I thought it was a bad case of heart burn. But after a brief visit with my doctor I found out that it wasn't. He believed that due to a recent heavy cough that I had pulled a muscle. He prescribed some standard cough medicine and said that within a week or two the pain should go away. Two weeks and a killed cough later I found that this odd, heart burn type pain was not going away. It seemed to come and go. One day I would feel it. One day I wouldn't. I started to think that maybe it was a cause of stress until the evening of Tuesday, February 16th.

That night, on my way home from work, I began to feel the pains much stronger than before. I knew something wasn't right and that the next day I would have to return to my doctor to see what was up. When I awoke the next morning I found that not only had the pains gotten worse but that simple breathing had become much more difficult. Coughing hurt, talking was next to impossible and walking to my car seemed like I was running a 500 mile marathon. Now, I know I'm a little on the "heavy" side, but never in my life had I had breathing troubles like this.

As soon as I arrived at my doctor he and I both realized that what I was dealing with was a little more than a pulled muscle – Doctor Fail #1. An x-ray showed that my left lung was completely filled with fluid and needed to be immediately drained. The doctor suggested that I go home, rest and that the hospital would be in contact with me in the next two days about having my lung drained. Sadly for me, I couldn't wait two days – Doctor Fail #2. As soon as I left the doctors office I immediately drove myself to the ER. It didn't take long for the nurses to realize the pain that I was in and as quick as they could they had me in a hospital bed ready to be drained.

Now I'll save you all the details of giant needles, a crazy morphine IV and a cute ER nurse named Farrah and just skip to the result... The draining of the lung didn't work – Doctor Fail #3. As I laid there in the ER, sore from an attempted lung draining and chest that practically seemed to stop working, I found out that a quick hospital visit and a few days out of commission would now be turning into a lengthy hospital stay and several days out of commission. I was informed that my lung had practically collapsed and that the next day I would be going in for chest surgery. And with that began my six days at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

The surgery resulted in me having two tubes come out of my left side which helped drain the numerous amounts of fluid in my lung. While this continued for several days a team of top notch doctors, that know the difference between a pulled a muscle and a collapsed lung, began to run tests that found that an infection had made it's way into my left lung several weeks earlier (remember the sore shoulder?) and caused for a serious case of Pneumonia. I spent a total of six days in the hospital – one in the ER, one in surgery, three with tubes attached to me and one to figure out what specific antibiotic was needed to help kill this bitch of an infection.

On Monday, February 22nd I was released from the hospital and sent home to spend the next week to recover, inject myself with antibiotics and attempt to sleep while having a left side filled with stitches. From the crazy meds to a day nurse I felt as if I went from twenty-six to eighty-six overnight. How did I end up in this ridiculous situation? How did I go from what I thought was heart burn from chili cheese fries to chest surgery and enough antibiotics to kill a small horse? It was all pretty shitty. But now, a week after my hospital release and almost two weeks after breathing seemed practically impossible, I am able to look back and be thankful. Sure, I'm still out of work and still pumping myself daily with antibiotics, but at least I'm starting to feel like my old self again.

I look forward to returning to my old song and dance and feeling alive again. But I also look forward to a new journey ahead. A journey of clean health, a fresh mind and new outlook on life. Being in that hospital for days made me realize that no matter what nothing in life is more important than the people who surround us. Our friends, our families, our relatives near and far. No matter what gets thrown down our bowling lane of life we all have people who love us. People who care and people who will do anything for us at anytime. I can't say thank you enough to everyone from my roommates, to my friends, to my cousins, to my aunts, to my uncles, to my grandparents, to my sister, to my co-workers, to family's friends, to my parents for all the love and support that has come my way these last two weeks. I'm one lucky son of a bitch to be alive. But I'm one luckier son of a bitch to have the people I have in my life.

So that's my story. Sadly, it's still not quite over. But soon it will be. Thanks again to everyone for all the love and support. I look forward to seeing everyone soon.

-- Steven M. Sims

First night out of the hospital – February 22, 2010

Flashback February #1

Jesús and the Alligators

(July 2006 – November 2006)

High in the hill tops of western Pennsylvania Jesús and the Alligators was born. Made up of Pittsburgh natives – Ian "Perdy Mouth" Karell, Dave "Conrad Rickett" Kasnevich, Justin "Slim" Ramsey and Steven "Bongo" Sims – they would wield weapons of mighty, musical prowess: guitars, drums, and a voice. And their ammunition: a dance-floor destroying blend of Hellbilly Honk, Reckless Rock, and Black Hearted Blues.

2010: The Year of Adventure

Fuck A Toy Truck, is it Christmas yet?

9:37am – It's Thursday. I think?

I don't know what the date is. I don't know when Christmas is. And I'm not sure why it's still 2009. It's like time has stopped here on the west coast. A year of chaos, craziness and absolute greatness has wiped my mind clean.

11:06am – Seriously. What day is it?

My one of four apple devices has just informed me that it's mid December. My work has informed me that Christmas is close, but not close enough. My social surroundings have informed me that it has been a great year and that a new one is upon us. I inform myself that the new one is going to be adventurous. Yet, I am still confused on why time is standing still.

1:23pm – Hungry.

When you think about it you begin to realize that this odd, not so real frozen moment of time is a chance to stop and reflect on what it is we have just sailed through. Changes in ways of life. Growth within our craft. Rediscovery of friends. Preparation for what is next. It's the end of a decade and a beginning to an all new era.

1:52pm – Umami Burger.

I'll continue to be confused on when I get to finally leave work and head back east. And I'll continue to be confused on why it feels like the holidays have already passed and why I'm sitting in some type of fake, nonrealistic world of reflection.

2:22pm – Last Meal!?

Oh God, could this be the moments before death? Or maybe I'm already dead. Was 2009 my last year on earth? Is Steven Sims and all his greatness gone for ever? Am I writing this awful blog post from purgatory?

2:23pm – That was a tasty burger.

Doubtful.

4:12pm – Long week.

It's just been the craziest and greatest year of my life. I'm worn out, tired and riding my final days of 2009 out in LA as long as possible. In a week I'll be on a flight back east. And in two weeks I'll be ringing in 2010 in the city that never sleeps. And in three weeks I'll be back in LA, at it again. Rocking the year of adventure.

-- Steven M. Sims

The Phalco Three

Watch out Apatow. We're coming...

Mike Roach [writer/actor]

Steven Sims [writer/director/actor]

Jeremy Tague [writer/actor]

www.phalcofilms.com

Clean Shaven and Drunk

And with that, it was the summer of ' 09.

Part 01: Bringing life back to life.

I told myself in January that this year is the year to make things happen. To take leaps, be adventurous and let the past be the past. I spent the early days of '09 devoting my time to the pen, scripting ideas and organizing for the next chapter of this epic jounrey. I spent springtime creating new projects, developing new ideas and shaping what it was we said Phalco would become. In the early days of summer I took months of solitude and brainstorming and brought it to life. Phalco went into production on a brand new sketch comedy pilot (currently in post production) as well as took to the stage for our first ever live sketch show. Words on paper and ideas in my mind had become real and the things that started to take shape around me were also real. It was all quite awesome.

Part 02: An old song sings again.

When you find yourself on a solid path it can exhaust you, but exhaustion doesn't matter when you feel on top of the world. In early July I headed a few miles east where a new environment awaited me. It was time to move on and settle into Los Angeles as a 26-year old inspiring "king of Hollywood." My new home not only brought a breathe of fresh air, but new faces and a new way of life. Surronded by new friends and a fresh new atmosphere, I felt alive again. When I think back to my days in Pittsburgh and the things the drove me to come west I think of friends, old roommates, ex-lovers, friends that were friends then your enemy then your friend again. I'm doing the same thing I was doing then, but with new friends. Friends that will push me to the next level.

Part 03: The unexpected expected.

It's hard to believe how much time has went by since I left home. This journey hasn't been an easy one, but every step, every bump, every shit salad that has come my way has been worth it. So where am I at now? If I were to tell someone where I was in life after the summer of 2009 I would say at the top of my game and at the custp of something very great. The week of my 26th birthday, just a little over a month ago, an opportunity like no other had presented itself. Like many things in this town it was unexpected and for the most part completely out of left field. The infamous Phalco short from two years earlier, 'Destroying Jonah Hill', had re-surfaced itself and virtually acted as a reel, resume, headshot and agent all rolled into one. Within a week I went from a lonely writer with his eyes set on SNL to an actor in a real movie. It wasn't a Phalco short or a stage show at the iO West. It wasn't a Captain Foamy sketch or some goof ball Spike TV show. It was a feature film. And I was in it.

Part 04: The Leap.

The week before my old b-day was a crazy one. When I first found out about the feature and how the legendary 'Destroying Jonah Hill' was still making it's rounds around town I wasn't too down with any of it. Sure, I love hearing that our film was still being seen by the likes of Hollywood, but acting in a feature wasn't exactly what I had next on my "to do" list. I had been writing and producing all summer. I was on a roll. I didn't want to take time away from Phalco's latest productions to act in a movie as a character I wasn't interested in playing. And why would I want to leave work for a week and use all my vacation? Why would I want to break stride from the writing success of this year? Why would I want to shave my beard? Why, why, why? Well...because why the fuck not? It was the months of writing and production that made me think this could be a ticket somewhere. It was my friends who guided me in the right direction and believed in me when my negative mind set took over. And it was everything we've done. Where Phalco has taken things and where I took myself. So at noon on my 26th birthday I decided it was time to take a leap. I took some vacation time from my humble home at World of Wonder and in August of 2009 I acted in a feature.

Part 05: Chapter 2 continues.

The things that are beginning to follow are a story in itself. Like my mom always says, "If that was all it was, wasn't it worth it?" The answer, yes. The reality, that was not all it was. The future of Phalco and this epic journey I call my life will continue to roll along nicely. I could sit here and ramble off what we have up our sleeves, what's in the works and what to expect next, but instead I suggest sitting back, relaxing and enjoy the ride to come. I know I sure will.

Enjoy yourselves this fall. The year is still young and the universe is still expected to amaze us in many beautiful ways. Cheers my friends.

-- Steven M. Sims

I'm an Idiot

Is it okay to eat a turkey sandwich you packed for lunch at 10:00am?

Is it smart to "attempt" to jump a spiked fence?

Is it wise to be drunk for the entire month of May?

There's the obvious answer to all of these. Then there's the "I don't give a fuck" answer. The "I don't give a fuck" answer is one you usually hear from a 19 year old who really doesn't give a fuck. The obvious answer is what you usually hear from your mother or a mature adult who knows that they aren't 19 anymore. So where do I fall into this category? – None of the above.

As I sit here, eating my turkey sandwich while holding an ice pack on my upper thigh/nut region, I wonder why instead of listening to Laura Sims and doing the obvious, I listened to a 19 year old Sims, who never had a good sense of judgement. My leg fucking hurts. And as much as I want to blame it on the PBR and lack of food that day, I can't. I can only blame my dumb shit "I don't give a fuck" self. There's really no moral to this story other than, I'm an idiot.

Summer of '09 continues here in Los Angeles with a banged up left leg and a belly full of cheap beer and turkey sandwiches. Sounds just like freshman year again, only replace turkey sandwiches with cheese steaks. My guess...at this rate, I'm dead by fall.

-- Steven M. Sims

Well Said

Sunset & Vine in Hollywood

Nobody likes you when you're 23.

Oh the 23rd birthday...

Last night I had the privilege of kicking back and enjoying a few old favorites, a 23rd birthday and. . .well let's just call it cheese sandwiches. Actually while we're at it, let's call the people who were present the following: Caren, Cheryl, Jack, John Farpenter, Jerdy, Tim, Lisa and Don. Okay now that we have that out of the way (for obvious copyright, slander and privacy reasons) we can move on with our story. So where was I? Oh yes the 23rd birthday...

So last night was Caren's 23rd birthday. At midnight to be exact. She arrived at the party nice and early with a beautiful smile on her face. She was excited because today her and Don were heading to Disneyland for a day of friendship and fun. But before Caren could put on her Minnie Mouse ears and SPF 60 she had a night to remember. A night of cheese sandwiches.

Myself and my good friend, Farpenter arrived to the party a little after 8:30pm. Farpenter and I had already eaten like four sandwiches so we were already quite full. But that wasn't going to stop us. Jack, hard at work in the kitchen prepping the cheese sandwiches, greeted us with hugs and happiness. Caren and Cheryl sat alone in the living room. Caren in her pigtails and Cheryl ready to rack, we were all in store for a 23rd birthday/cheese sandwich attack.

While Don was still at work, Jerdy, Tim and Lisa had arrived. Jerdy allergic to cheese and frightened by bread, decided to pass on the cheese sandwich and just enjoy one of the finer things in life, Natty Light. Soon enough Don had arrived and the party had begun. We were two hours out from Caren's 23rd birthday and already deep into our sandwiches. Where will the night take us?

At 11 o'clock things began to get weird. And by 11:30pm things began to get really weird. The sound of a low battery Wii controller became a carbon monoxide leak and the plot to Backdraft all rolled into one. Our good friends, let's call them Daffodil and Sunshine, arrived with a hat that turned a low lit kitchen into a Monroeville Mall photo booth. Sunshine, off cheese sandwiches and high on life, documented the chaos which was described by Cheryl as; "I think we're in an episode of The Office." At 11:50pm we had relocated to an amazing wrap around pirate ship, I mean couch. Sunken into the couch like a couple of zombies at a Zombie Zoo, we listened as Don began to cue up the sounds that would ring in Caren's 23rd birthday.

I couldn't tell you the song that played or the "happy birthday" sounds that came from our mouths. Tim kept requesting an applause for his efforts of walking and Jerdy began to look more and more like a member of the KKK who forgot his robe and had to settle for a freshly washed wife beater. Things had become intense. As the music played, fingers snapped, and the birthday chants continued we all starred into the eyes of the birthday girl as she said her first line of 23; "This is some kind of horrible nightmare."

Happy Birthday Caren! Let's hope 23 is everything you dreamed it would be.

-- Dennis The

Don't worry my sexy redheaded sweetheart. I to am single and ready for car crashes and love.

Lindsay Lohan's eHarmony Profile

I Feel Home

What a month. I must say there hasn't been a start to a year like this in some time. It feels good. It feels really, really good. We started 2009 off strong with new beginnings, a new President and a new love for Steeler football. Yesterday marked the official end to our first 31 days of 2009 with a celebration that I know the Burgh would of been proud of.

The 90 Steeler Crew -- Super Bowl 43 -- February 1, 2009

I awoke yesterday morning a wreck. My head was pounding, my stomach was turning and my nerves were starting to get the best of me. The previous night's festivities (a Steeler pre game pep rally) ended late and threw off the start of my Super Bowl. I was hungover––a fucking wreck––trashed––destroyed––a train crashing into a brick wall. It wasn't cool. But despite my current state I knew that I couldn't let a little hangover stop my excitement. I also knew that it would have been smarter to have the pre game pep rally Friday instead of Saturday. My bad.

As the day moved forward things did nothing but become more intense. My head pounded harder, my nerves shook longer and my surroundings became louder. The bar, 90 West Lounge––where we have virtually spent every Steeler game since our move west––had become Steeler Nation. A group of Pittsburghers passing through after a west coast cruise spent their day with us, turning our small Steeler crew into an amazingly large Steeler army. It was great to have the guests, but despite their hometown feel and Welcome To Steeler Country banner, it felt weird having strangers at our bar. They brought nothing but Pittsburgh love, but due to my current state of mind, nervousness and frustration over losing my comfortable playoff chair, I just wasn't feeling it.

So there I was. A fucking wreck. Uncomfortable and unpleasant. The worse place you could be when your team is playing for the Championship. I hated myself for hating everything and feeling the way I was. But once the mighty Ben Roethlisberger took to the field things began to change. I was still feeling crappy, but my head ache was being tamed by the unexpected Iron City that made it's way west. My non-interest in my fellow Pittsburghers began to turn as I watched terrible towels fly and people explode as James Harrison ran his heart out. The feeling of home started to come back to me. The excitement, the love and of course the last two minutes. With my hangover and disinterest out the door, things seemed to finally be perfect. But like any other Steeler victory, it doesn't come easy. If puking in public was execptable I would of been vomiting all over the floor, instead I walked outside. Just like Super Bowl 40 and the many playoff games before that, I left. I took my mind away from the game and everything that went with it. I stopped thinking about the hangover and how it fucked up the start to my Super Bowl. I stopped thinking of that awesome playoff chair and why I wasn't sitting in it. I stopped... Well I just stopped and stood there in the doorway and watched. I watched as the play heard around the world fell into place.

Moments later, the game, the day and the 2008 football season had come to an end. Luckily for us, it was a happy one. The rest of the night continued as it normally would with celebration and lot's of booze. But the ultimate ending came when one of the visiting Pittsburghers, who knew that I was from Greensburg, approached me about my high school:

"Where'd you go? Salem or Central?" the vistor asked.

"I went to Hempfield." I replied.

"Nice." he said. "Thanks for having us. Go Steelers!"

It was a perfect end to a perfect Sunday. A Super Bowl Sunday. A Pittsburgh Sunday.

–– Steven M. Sims

 

90 West Lounge -- Super Bowl 43 -- Steelers 27   Cardinals 23

I hear the call of a lifetime ring...

(Originally post from www.myspace.com/falcofilms)

Two thousand and seven will forever be known as the year Falco went west. It will also be known as the year that we listened to a lot of Spoon, drank too much Soju and stared at billboards. Who would of thought that two goof balls from the Burgh could pull off such an incredible adventure? Monsieur Valentine thought we could. Hell, he's so proud of us that he's sending Captain Foamy our way for a whole new adventure. It should be quite amazing.

So what about 2008? As mentioned, our good friend and spiritual mentor, Jeremy Tague, will be joining us full time for what will probably be some of the most interesting comedy to hit Hollywood since Corey Feldman's Truth Movement. We're also planning on premiering the infamous comedy, Destroying Jonah Hill. If you haven't already, make sure to check out the trailer online. If interested in obtaining an HD copy or for more information on the premiere of Destroying Jonah Hill, please email our publicist -- the monkey with glasses -- at falcofilms@gmail.com.

And finally, on this eve of Christmas, one week before we ring in the New Year, we here at Falco Films would like to thank our friends. Old friends, new friends, red friends, and blue friends…

First and foremost, D. Stern – Without your wisdom, guidance, and beautiful words Destroying Jonah Hill would of ended up being the next Kate & Leopold. You're a good man Dylan Stern. Falco is glad to have you onboard.

Captain Foamy aka JT McThanksgiving aka Jeremy Tague – Your arrival in 2008 will not only be a wonderful asset to Falco, but also a reason for us to grow beards and create some amazing comedy. You're a rich girl!

Miss Karen & Miss Stacie – Your futon was Falco's first home on the west coast. Without you two none of this could have happened.

90 West Lounge – Our home away from home. It not only became our second home, but the place where Destroying Jonah Hill was born.

Sarah M. Cornibe – It wasn't the same without you. But your beautiful proof reading and support from so many miles away still brought smiles to our faces.

Michelle – For being Falco's biggest fan.

The Compound – For getting us drunk, making us turkey and Dave Brock.

Geoffrey – Where would we be without you?

Tom Kay – For finally going to film school.

Spoon – For making amazing music.

Cast of Destroying Jonah Hill – You kids and slids made the film. Thank you for your efforts and cheap salary of pizza and beer.

Clint Elhers – Falco never had a father until we came west. Thanks for the work, the support, and taking a chance on two bums from the Steel City.

The Apatow Universe – For being such a beautiful comedic inspiration. You guys are doing consistent and excellent work. Please keep it going.

Jonah Hill – Your face saved us. Thanks for being so talented and amazingly funny. Maybe someday we'll meet again. Until then, thanks for not punching Sims in the face at the Jack Oakie Celebration of Comedy.

Phil Ranta – For being Phil Ranta.

Randy Newman – For lovin' L.A.

The Dumb Dumb Twins from Nebraska – Both of your efforts and excitement for Destroying Jonah Hill has not been overlooked. Thank you for being so kind to two guys who really aren't that nice.

Our friends and families back east – Thank you so very much for the support. You're the ones who pushed us for so long in the cold weather.

Wolfe Parade – One, for the infamous Slid Parade, which will someday get us kicked out of Hollywood, and two, because we DO believe in anything.

Best wishes to everyone this holiday season. Looking forward to seeing ya'll in 2008…"the year of hope."

2007 Fin.

xo,
Falco Films