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Michael Lent


Last Updated: 3/12/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 103
Sign: Libra

City: GLENDALE
State: CALIFORNIA
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/27/2006

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
The Alaska trip didn't happen but I'm just back from a cool family trek up the coast. We had a chance to see elephant seals by the [thousands?] molting in the sand and resting from their long migration from Alaska. Each was the size of a VW bus, a smelly and noisy VW bus, that is. That was a first for me.

ML
Wednesday, April 15, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities



Hey, All -

As most of you know, I recently spent 12 days in the Arctic where I ran the ice roads with Hugh Rowland, aka The Polar Bear. Just before we arrived, a security guard plunged through the ice during a routine inspection. He did not survive even though help came within 15 minutes. So I was just a little apprehensive. While we were there, another man froze to death in temperatures of 40 below zero. He was found completely naked, which is a side-effect of hypothermia dementia. (Brain realizes that it's game over for survival so tells the body that it's roasty-toasty clothing optional. The victim strips and goes to sleep, thus painlessly hastening the end.)

Meanwhile, two big rigs collided on a rugged portage road. We came upon the wreckage on our way out onto the ice. Two hours later, we
drove through a white out storm where I witnessed Hugh take on both
zero-visibility and loss of traction when our truck began to slide across the ice. Brakes aren't much use on ice. Hugh solves some situations by brain and others by brawn and it's fascinating to watch him shift through both gear sets. We visited many of his current and former haunts including the Wild Cat Cafe and an infamous bar called the Strange Range where I came within a hair's breadth of becoming the bride of a stout, iron-willed Inuit (Eskimo) woman. Such a turn of events would have come as a shock to my wife Sonia and our two kids, but then again, maybe not.

During my stay, I continued to interview Hugh, his sister Terry with
whom Hugh is particularly close. Terry is a diamond inspector at the
mines. Her job involves working alone in a vault for 10 hour shifts
along with daily strip searches and x-rays. Often she works 12/12 (12
days in a row for 12 days off) and lives in a single sex dorm. Terry told me about finding rubies, emeralds and gold nuggets the size of large grapes (the gold nuggets each worth about $3000), all which she discarded into the scrap heap. The business of her company is diamonds and there is no room in the operation for processing anything else). Terry has experienced great tragedy including the death of two husbands by fire and by drowning, the near-loss of her current husband (dynamite going off prematurely) and only son (fiery car crash).
Many people of the region have similar stories because of the severity of life there.

I also interviewed many of Hugh's ice road colleagues including rival Alex Debogorski (Hugh with Alex was like two grizzlies sharing a beer). While most of my interviews went well, that one went about as well as the Jonas Brothers opening for a Slayer concert.

Discussion of Hugh's early days in Yellowknife led to visits to the Museum of the Northwest Territories, DeBeers Headquarters and Diamond Mine Museum, and 6 days of research in the Yellowknife Public Library where I was given special access to old maps, rare geological surveys, hand-drawn maps to gold mines now nearly forgotten, accounts of building the first ice roads, and daily life in the Northwest Territories. Hugh mentioned that his grandfather had known Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper of Rat River who briefly eluded a massive RCMP manhunt across the frozen Yukon in 1932 so I researched that a bit, as well. There's a lot of that renegade spirit in Hugh and many of the other folks drawn to the ice roads. So our book now has strong historical and personal anchors that go beyond the television series to hook reader interest for Hugh's life on the ice roads.

All-in-all, this has been an amazing, sometimes schizophrenic adventure. Days on the razor's edge were sometimes followed by lazy mornings in a hotel womb back in Yellowknife, eating Cheetohs in my skivvies while decompressing with Canadian curling matches on TV (basically, horseshoes on ice but using giant granite tea kettles and players armed with brooms). In Yellowknife, some people wore wolverine (the non-cuddly animal, not Hugh Jackman) and seal (the cuddly animal not the pop singer). I ate bear, elk, musk ox, and arctic char but noted a KFC that served none of these and generally closed by 6 pm.

Hugh is now in the Alaskan Yukon, engaged in 1000 mile treks for the show. I'm trying to join him for at least a few days.

The ice roads are very, very expensive to build and their time will
likely come to an end within 10 years. There is only one other book on
the subject, New Yorker writer Edith Iglauer's epic account from 1974,
so I believe that our book will have additional significant historical
value.

Michael

Monday, March 23, 2009 


Yesterday,ice road trucker Hugh Rowland and I went 100 miles each way on the ice roads.It was about 40 below zero. Gloves off to take pics, the blood raced out of myhands as if sucked by a straw. Goodthing we had a trusty truck to jump into. Wouldn't take long in that weather.
Snowstorm hit on the way back cutting visibility to about 50 feet. Slipping andsliding here and there but nothing Hugh couldn't handle. Sporadic ice crackingsounded like steel cables snapping one after another. Other times, it was likemicrowave popcorn popping. Depends on the ice according to Hugh. In places it was more than 4 feet thick with beautiful bubble streams frozen in place like strands of pearls, but you could still see through to the water below. Hugh said that often you can glimpse a fish passing by. The caribou herds are running, sometimes in the thousands. We didn't see any. Maybe they knew about the storm. Probably a good thing -- Hugh brought along a gun.....








Monday, March 16, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Well, I'm headed back out in 3 days, headed to the North Pole. Still try to put gear together, not so easy in Los Angeles. The stuff I had barely stood up to British Columbia and -5 degrees. Where I'm headed, it was -45 today.

I prayed for action on this project. Note to self: always be careful of such wishes.
Consider putting fist in mouth next time you want to make another. The ice road season has been tough,
lately. Truck went thru the ice last week resulting in a fatality. This
week two big rigs collided in a storm and had to be medivac/airlifted
in 70 MPH winds.

Man...
Thursday, March 12, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Yesterday, a truck plunged through the ice in -40 degree weather. The driver was killed. First fatality of this year's ice road season. Hugh Rowland, the subject of my book, knew the guy, knew his family. The event cast a pall over our conversation today. I'm packing up to be on the same roads next week. Sonia knows that this project means a lot to me, but she is anxious.

On a happier note, Brian and Sarah McCarthy celebrated the birth of their first child, a beautiful baby girl they have named Maja Roisin. Brian is my writing partner on Brimstone. Congrats!

ML


Wednesday, March 11, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities




So I'm trying to grow out this beard in order to fend off the extreme temps I'll, er, face in the Arctic. Right now, it looks like a crack den for mice. I wish I was kidding. My friend Ted Heyck accused me of being a van Gogh wannabe. There are worse things to be called, but he really knows how to hurt a guy. I'm not even a big fan of Expressionism.

Today I got an espresso shot of perspective. This morning I woke up to emails from publicity departments from Disney, ABC and the History Channel. There had been a blurb about the ice road project in USA Today which prompted the activity. The only time I see this paper is when I stay in a hotel, so I first had to figure out where I could find a copy without checking into the Burbank Holiday Inn. However, before I could do that, the snail mail arrived and with it a surprising letter from Simon & Schuster notifying me of their intent to remainder (dump) the last 4100 copies of Christmas Letters from Hell. Basically, this is my first and last chance to rescue a few copies before they wind up in 99 cent bins at Wal-Mart or get recycled as bathroom tissue. The book had posted respectable numbers for Christmas, 2007, and there had been some discussion of a revised edition. No doubt the economy and the state of the publishing industry changed all of that. Thank you, George Bush. This was my first such letter and it certainly put things in perspective.


I try to learn from my mistakes but having stated that, I don't spend much time looking back on projects. Once they're in the can, they are what they are and I move on. I figure that in the end, if I have a body of work, maybe one or two will stand up over time -- if I'm lucky.

ML





Sunday, March 01, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities



Well, I had a blast in British Columbia. A few adventures, too. I'm very happy to state that my subject, Hugh Rowland, is the real deal. Charismatic, larger than life and open to sharing his world, present and past. Hugh is built like an Olympic power lifter and has strength to match. One small story I'll share... Late one night, we returned from an ice fishing party on snowmobiles through the dense forests of the Canadian wilderness, what locals call "the bush." (FYI - Canadian bush-- very different than Kate Bush.)

A blanket of fresh snow had fallen and I found myself on the unfamiliar machine struggling up a steep ridge through a thicket where the narrow trail cut sharply to the left at the top like a "7" just before plunging down an embankment on the other side of the trail at the ridge's summit. I made it onto the trail but couldn't make the turn. So the sled plunged down the adjacent ridge about 6 feet. No big deal; however, when I stepped off the snowmobile, I found myself in snow above my waist with no way to leverage the 400 pound beast.

We anchored a towline from Hugh's snowmobile to mine. When Hugh gunned his sled forward, I tried to throttle up evenly. However, the sled wouldn't budge. I felt the towline snap like a trip wire and saw Hugh's sled jerk back hard. Reacting, I gunned the throttle which caused the sled to lunge airborne back up the ridge. I was still on the sled but soon to be bucked off when it bounced once onto the path before launching into a tree down the preceding ridge. We yanked the sled down with the aid of the towline but flipped it over in the process. Upside down, somehow we bulled the sled back upright. Mostly Hugh did the bulling. At an elevation of 5000 feet where the air is cold and thinner than I'm used to, I found myself gasping for oxygen, exhausted despite waves of adrenaline. Meanwhile, the engine was completely flooded and silent. I could hardly budge the starter chord.

Clouds covered the moon so our only light was a disposable lighter. The temperature had dropped to a few degrees above zero, and I felt my fingers stinging and clenching up inside my soaked gloves. Actually, Hugh had his gloves and coat off while he felt around for loose wires and removed spark plugs in the dark. While I pulled on the starter until my arm throbbed, Hugh patiently dried out each cylinder. It was a laborious process that caused tiny explosions and 12 inch blue flames to shoot up. We worked for the better of an hour, and aside from the occasional exclamation of "FUCK!," mostly in silence. A light snow fell. At one point, I heard a coyote sound off and another answer. They seemed aways away but not nearly far enough if you ask me. I had seen one earlier and it looked to be the size of a German shepherd. I had also stopped to watch a bald eagle take flight and soar. Hugh had laughed, saying that they were an everyday sight up there.

Finally, after a few more expletives, Hugh yanked on the starter, and it turned over after a raspy bout of TB coughing. About five miles later, we stopped in a clearing to drink a couple of beers. In the darkness, Hugh shared a story about being pinned to the snow under an excavator in the Arctic wilderness, alone for 7 hours in 40 below zero weather.

In Hugh's hometown, the guys I spoke with expressed unabashed pride to be associated with him. It was clearly a badge of honor among the community if Hugh Rowland hired you for a job. I knew that Hugh's friends were sure to raz me mercilessly about the incident just as they had about Los Angeles, going fishless on the frozen lake, getting lost, and on and on, but I didn't care. Surviving misadventures is only part of the rite of passage; being able to laugh at one's self is the other.

Many times, I am aware of the tick tock of that old bastard time. But not on that night.

I'm glad to be back in LA. Hugh gave me a parting gift of bear jerky which I didn't realize might be a US Customs issue until I started filling out the form on the plane to Seattle. It stinks a bit but all-in-all, tastes pretty good. Bears are related to dogs, so the nutritional value is probably suspect.

Great to be home.

Monday I get to catch up with my buddy and writing partner Brian McCarthy who is originally from Alaska and has been giving me the lay of the land for the Yukon where I'll be in a week. Brian and I have been working hard on a horror Western graphic novel and movie project called Brimstone. We love this project, but not long ago, we had to make lemonade out of lemons when our panel artist was forced to leave for personal reasons. Even though a substantial amount of art was completed we made the tough decision to go back to Square One. The result is a collaboration with artist Michael Cho. Issue #1 is soon to be completed, and Brian and I are convinced that we have a major new talent in the comic world. Michael Cho is AMAZING. I'll let you know as soon as we have new art up on the site.

ML





Saturday, February 21, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
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Hi,



Greetings from the mountains of British Columbia where Day 4 is drawing to a
close. Except for this morning, I've started most days here at 5:30. Here's the
itinerary so far:



- 90 minutes or so of recorded interviews in the a.m.;

- Touring in the early afternoon;

- Another round of interviews in the late-afternoon;

- Dinner with the subject;

- Transferring notebook and audio material onto hard drive;

- First pass at shaping material;

- Research and reading for the next day;

- Fitful sleep from excitement and missing Sonia.



Yesterday, I had a break. We drove snowmobiles over mountain trails at an
elevation of 5000 feet, slowly making our way to a remote lake. There, we met
some other Canucks who seemed to materialize from the surrounding woods. We ice
fished past nightfall. I should clarify -- they actually caught rainbow trout
while I went fishless and quickly became the butt of cruel angler humor. I now
know that Canadians are laid back about everything except fishing and hockey.
Were it not for my ice hole freezing over from lack of activity, I would
have been powerless to stop my manhood from falling and plummeting to the
bottom of that friggin' lake.



It was nearly 9:30 pm when we again hit the trails on the snowmobiles. The hour
long ride by moonlight over tiny trails through deep stands of pines and
logging roads flush with fresh snow was exhilarating if scary. I am growing a
beard which was frozen with snot turned to ice. Steam rose from the rest of me
except for my finger tips, numbed and buzzing from the bracing wind. 



ML....



Saturday, February 14, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Hey, Friends -
I know the economy is in the toilet and people are having a tough time. We, ourselves, at Casa Lent, had a rough patch from August until November. Checks didn't come on time or projects didn't materialize. If you listen to conventional wisdom, it's never a good time to do anything. That said, sooner or later, I figure you have to just get on with it.  Back in film school, I had this notion that writing could be about having authentic experiences and then sharing them with a mass audience. Here in Hollywood sometimes [but not always] I felt slightly afield from that dream. I know that I've been luckier than many in seeing projects realized; however...
All which is to say that, finally, I can share some news with you that has been in the works since just before Christmas. This week, I closed a book deal with Disney owned publisher Hyperion to write a book based on the ice road truckers who brave perilous conditions to deliver vital goods to diamond mines and oil fields in the Arctic Circle. For 8 weeks of the year, the Mackenzie Bay freezes enough for trucks to carry 90 ton loads over "floating pavement." The work is unbelievably dangerous. Temperatures of 70 below zero and wind speeds of 60 mph are common. By law, drivers must travel alone and cannot wear seat belts. Many keep one hand on the door latch in case the ice suddenly gives way since death by hypothermia or heart attack/shock from the frigid waters can occur within 15 seconds. Over the past 20 years, 39 men have died in this fashion. Your only hope is to jump clear before the truck goes to the bottom of the bay. One man, Hugh Rowland, owns every record for the last 25 years, including tons carried and trips made in a season. Many of you will know Hugh aka "The Polar Bear" as the lead subject of the popular Ice Road Truckers reality series which is in its third season and has 3 million viewers in the US, as well as 25 countries around the world.
My job will be to write Hugh's story which will be the only official tome coming from the reality series. Disney is also excited about the potential for movie, etc. The book will be hard cover and should be out in about 15 months, which will be a very push-push schedule.
To that end, I leave for Canada next week. I hope to be back for a week or so at the end of the month before leaving for the Yukon and points north.

I hope this blog inspires you to pursue your own dreams with certainty and passion. Be your own stimulus package. If you are meant to write and create, then that's what you must do.

Best,
Michael

Monday, January 26, 2009 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Hey, All -
Just completed three deadlines last week and wrapped audio production on SCAPS Agent. One of the highlights among many was working with veteran voice actor Mona Marshall who had roles in classic films like Spirited Away, Monsters, Inc. and most recently, Horten Hears a Who.
Another project may send me to the Arctic Circle. Brrrr. I should know for sure within two weeks.
In case you missed it, the Sunday NY Times had an interesting piece on the sudden safe bet that is movie financing. Anyway, here it is:

January 25, 2009


..Suddenly, Hollywood Seems a Conservative Investment ..
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LOS ANGELES

WHEN it comes to Hollywood financing, the sky doesn’t fall so much as it just changes color.
When the movie factory needed cash in the 1980s, it tapped individual investors through brokerage firms. That strategy ran its course, and in the 1990s German tax credits became the next sales pitch: Funnel money to our movies via a legislative loophole, Mr. Berlin Financier, and you can take immediate tax deductions.
More recently, the likes of Goldman Sachs, along with giant hedge funds, poured billions of dollars into groups of movies called slates. The idea was that investing in a dozen or more movies at once, with the return calculated in aggregate after all had been released, was a sure-fire way to invest wisely. In many cases, though, it wasn’t.
Now that the economic crisis has washed away much of that money, a new pickup line is starting to waft through the air in deal-making hot spots like the Sundance Film Festival. The new line is this: Wall Street, real estate, the art market — all of those other supposedly stable investment areas — are now such a mess that Hollywood is one of the safer places you can park money. Although the movie business has been hurt along with nearly every other industry, it’s proving far more resilient to recession than most.
“I can legitimately say: ‘Hey, wait a minute. My company is outperforming almost everything,’” said Jana Edelbaum, co-founder of an independent financing and production company called iDeal Partners Film Fund. “I think that’s a pretty strong selling point.”
Ms. Edelbaum has been pressing a lot of palms lately in preparation for the premieres of two iDeal movies last week at the Sundance Film Festival. One of them, “Motherhood,” is a day-in-the-life comedy starring Uma Thurman, Minnie Driver and Anthony Edwards. The other, “Arlen Faber,” is a romantic comedy starring Jeff Daniels and Lauren Graham (of “Gilmore Girls” fame). Each cost less than $12 million to make and has multiple distribution offers.
NOW three years old, iDeal operates out of New York, with financing to make about eight movies. It manages risk to investors through a variety of routes: preselling its films to foreign distributors, casting commercially tested actors, taking advantage of state tax incentives for filming. With that approach, Ms. Edelbaum at the outset was able to promise her investors a risk floor of 70 percent on the chance that none of iDeal’s films succeeded.
But as iDeal rounds the home stretch on its first batch of movies, Ms. Edelbaum is projecting at least a 15 percent return for her investors and — if something big happens with “Motherhood” or “Arlen Faber” — as much as 40 percent.
“Obviously, I want to make as much money as I possibly can,” she said. “But I am being dreadfully realistic and conservative given the current environment. It’s the non-Madoff approach.”
Ms. Edelbaum is far from the only independent producer promoting herself to investors with a calmer-waters pitch. The Exodus Film Group, a Venice Beach, Calif., production and financing company, focuses on animated films and has had a slow start, with its recent “Igor” selling a sluggish $19.5 million in tickets.
Coming Exodus entries like the animated “Bunyan & Babe,” featuring John Goodman as the voice of Paul Bunyan, are more promising. But John D. Eraklis, the company’s founder and chief executive, says investors aren’t waiting to find out.
“We have witnessed a surge of existing investors interested in upping their commitment as other opportunities have become less compelling,” Mr. Eraklis said. “I recently had an investor tell me that we no longer occupy the high-risk portion of his portfolio.”
Anybody making the Hollywood-is-safer argument just six months ago would have been laughed out of town. Complex accounting methods, tremendous competition, soaring costs — it wasn’t exactly a safe part of the woods for even the most sophisticated investor.
All of that terrain is still intact, of course, but compare it with imploding investment banks, plunging real estate prices, a whipsawing stock market, Warhols sitting unsold and Bernard L. Madoff. At least in the worst instance of Hollywood investing, you’ll probably catch a glimpse of Angelina and eat some really good shrimp.
“Is investing in movies more attractive now because of what is happening elsewhere in the economy? Yes,” said Daniel H. Black, a partner at Greenberg Traurig, the large entertainment law firm. “Does that mean all the risk is gone? Absolutely not.”
The big studios probably won’t be able to rely much on this pitch. Their upfront needs are too big — Universal’s last round of private financing, which closed in September, totaled about $3 billion — and Wall Street and the real estate market may sort themselves out before their current slate deals expire.
The biggest players in the investment world have also soured on entertainment because they have been burned badly before, said Amir Malin, a partner at Qualia Capital, a media-focused investment firm.
But for independent producers — especially ones that operate in a transparent manner — the strategy could offer a lifeline. They are in a particularly tough spot because they have almost no hope of tapping the debt markets, there is a dwindling number of buyers — with outfits like New Line folding — and costs are soaring. (Marketing an independent movie now costs more than $25 million, according to the Motion Picture Association of America).
What do investors have to say? Daniel Crown, the former chief executive of Crown Theaters, his family’s movie theater chain in the Northeast, said he recently put money into iDeal — but not because he has cinema in his blood.
“If you can find the right film executives, people who consider themselves fiduciaries more than producers, it’s one of the best bets you can make right now,” Mr. Crown said.
“Just remember that it’s over when you start taking yourself so seriously that the project stops becoming a commercial movie,” he continued, “and starts becoming an art project.” ....
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