Autism - The MusicalDirector: Tricia Regan
At a time when one in 150 children born in the United States is diagnosed with autism, filmmaker Tricia Regan takes an optimistic approach to this troubling trend by following five autistic children as they write and produce their very own full-length musical. Show over the course of an entire year, this documentary follows the ambitious production from early planning to opening night.
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Cast & Crew
|Joey Carson||Executive Producer|
|Zoe Clarke-Williams||Associate Producer|
|Robert Claycombe||Associate Producer,Sound/Sound Designer|
|David S. Glynn||Executive Producer|
|Janet Grillo||Executive Producer|
|Jonathan Murray||Executive Producer|
|Sheila Nevins||Executive Producer|
|Mike Semple||Score Composer|
|Kristen Stills||Executive Producer|
|Dave Stone||Musical Direction/Supervision|
1. Introduction [2:12]
2. Neal [4:54]
3. Parent Orientation [1:18]
4. Lexi [5:54]
5. Henry [2:08]
6. The First Day [5:25]
7. Adam [3:33]
8. Wyatt [6:06]
9. The Holidays [8:24]
10. 3 Months Before Opening Night [5:44]
11. Wyatt's Own World [5:28]
12. Lexi Communicating [6:31]
13. An Addition to Elaine's Family [5:28]
14. 3 Weeks Before Opening Night [4:41]
15. Dress Rehearsal [7:21]
16. Neal's Breakthrough [2:32]
17. Pre-Show Excitement [5:17]
18. The Musical! [10:43]
Deleted Scenes: 35 Min.
Henry at Home and at School: 3 Min.
Adam's Cello Lesson: 2 Min.
Richard and Roseanne's Legal Case: 5 Min.
Giancarlo: 3 Min.
Giancarlo's First Holy Communion: 3 Min.
Whole Children Whole Planet Expo: 2 Min.
Jacob: 2 Min.
Julian: 4 Min.
Neal: 3 Min.
Shira: 3 Min.
Walk Now: 2 Min.
William and Trevor: 3 Min.
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It was Saturday night, and my child harem an I were just settling in after a long day of furious love-making, we were, needless to say, exhausted. That's when 4-year-old Timmy suggested that we take the edge off with a movie, before we all began our pre-bed ritual of snorting coke whilst preforming walla-walla sledgehammers. That night's movie was "Autism: the Musical". While it was a brave exploration of children banding together to create a show, I was rather disappointed in the fact that these children (who, may I remind you, are legally sexy), did not canabalize each other during a magnificent mass-orgy that celebrates Aquaman, the god of autism. While the film did show one autistic mating ritual, it simply was not enough. Still, it was a beautiful film. And approximently 2 minutes into the feature, I came so hard and violently that the room was covered in my man-gravy. Timmy, the youngest of us, soon drowned in my baby-batter; and as I clutched his lifeless body, I tilted my head back and screamed to the heavens, cursing fate for wretching this young boy from this world. Finally, I fell into a sobbing heap. "Damn you 'Autism: the Musical'." I whispered over and over. "Damn you..." The musical numbers were pretty good though.