"To be a Gringo in Mexico—ah, that is euthanasia!"
Ambrose Bierce

I am searching for investors for a film to start shooting as early as November.  The crew will be minimal-to-nonexistent, and in addition to an HD camera, promotion, distribution, and travel expenses for a bunch of musicians filming a Rock & Roll road musical across Mexico, love is all we really need.  The film will culminate with a homecoming concert at a theater in the DFW metro area, and the closing credits will roll over footage of the road-weary arthouse refugees visiting Townes Van Zandt's grave, perhaps reading the Bible, or smoking some weed.  The Daily Pecan has already written it up, which I don't understand.

How can something be written up, before it even begins?

But that's the vision.  What vision?

Why, an EPIC ARTHOUSE ROAD MOVIE, of course, charting an undocumented rock & roll singer and his songwriter friends from Texas across Mexico as they guitar-bomb the bars of Tenochtitlan, the streets of Monterrey, and all the primal desert in between.

Epic, like a punk-rock Lawrence of Arabia, a Kevin Costner Western dipped in leather, or the first scenes of No Country For Old Men, sweeping in its hi-def, Mexican desert vastness.  Dr. Zhivago, speaking gringo Spanish in the sun.  But also arthouse, like some gritty film made by lo-fi people from New York.  The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly, for musicians.

So which is it?  A high-brow arthouse "film?"  Or an epic rock & roll Western?

Both.  I think it's both.

Will our frazzled heroes travel beyond the bird's nest of barbed wire?  Will they make it through the narcobloqueos and the Soviet-Aztec police checkpoints, and into the arid cactus heavens?  Will their expired legal status stop them?  Will angels intervene on behalf of the pale mariachi?  Will the expired love interest make the trip, to increase dramatic tension?  Will our heroes bribe their way through the narco ghosts of Mexico? 

Or will they consume the dust of scorpions and thieves?

"Soy el twin pistolero guerrero
Don't be afraid of that"
Delinquent Habits

Spoiler alert:  They make it.  Not only to the show, but also Heaven.  Ask yourself how many million dollars you want to make this year, and hit me up via my Contact page HERE.

More info pending...