This post was written by Jamie Sutor.

Allow me to paint you a picture: a quarter-life crisis that could rival the drama of a Shakespearean tragedy, sparked by the audacious decision to bid adieu to my cozy Scranton, PA job and embark on a wild adventure to become a filmmaker in the land of dreams, Los Angeles. Oh, and let's not forget the mental wrestling match with anxiety and depression, a tag-team duo that threw punches like a WWE superstar.

But wait, there's more! Somewhere along this chaotic journey, I had an epiphany that my debut short film absolutely had to feature a hilariously bungled heist in a Scranton porn store. Because, you know, that's what all the cool kids do these days, right?

Buckle up, my friends, because this rollercoaster tale is the uncensored, side-splitting chronicle of HOMETOWN BOYS.

Assembling a dream team is no small feat, especially when your creative vision involves a Scranton porn store heist. Drawing inspiration from my day job as an SLT, I rallied a group of fellow adventurers, eager to dive into the unknown and brave three unforgettable overnights in an Inglewood porn store.

Together, we embarked on a journey that blended anxiety, laughter, and sheer determination to birth a cacophony of comedic brilliance. But let's not forget the unsung hero of our escapade–the Director of Photography Jon Salmon. Not only did he capture the essence of our vision with gravitas and finesse, but he also turned the entire experience into the most uproarious directing adventure I've ever had. Amidst the neon glow of X-rated wonderment, Jon's ideas seamlessly melded with mine, resulting in a beautifully odd creation that left us all in stitches.


'Hometown Boys' poster

'Hometown Boys' poster

Now, my dear readers, let's peel back the curtain on the making of HOMETOWN BOYS.

Imagine this: a heist comedy set in a Scranton porn store, unfolding under the cover of overnight shoots. But wait, before your imagination runs wild, let me clarify–there were no covert rendezvous or scandalous escapades. Just a group of passionate creatives, chasing their filmmaking dreams amidst the neon-lit realm of adult entertainment.

Here's a nugget of wisdom for all aspiring filmmakers: if you ever find yourself shooting in a porn store after hours, make sure those booths are devoid of surprises. Trust me, unexpected visitors are the last thing you want.

While HOMETOWN BOYS began as a short film, my ambitions reached further than the confines of a compact indie flick. As we gear up for the feature version, who knows if lightning will strike twice? The truth is, comparing the short and the feature is like comparing apples to bananas–one's offbeat, the other's off-the-charts zany, and both promise an absolute blast.

Jamie Sutor's headshot

Jamie Sutor

And so, my fellow adventurers, there you have it, the raw, slightly unhinged tale of HOMETOWN BOYS.

It's a narrative fueled by a quarter-life crisis, intertwined with Scranton's raunchy charm, and propelled by a group of ragtag misfits on a mission to pull off the heist of a lifetime.

Did we succeed? Well, that's up for interpretation. What's indisputable, however, is the joy, camaraderie, and sheer absurdity that punctuated every twist, turn, and whiff of, well, let's just say you had to be there to fully appreciate it.

Whether you're a fellow dreamer chasing the improbable, a cinephile seeking a hearty laugh, or just someone with an insatiable appetite for unconventional tales, remember this – sometimes, the most uncharted paths lead to the most unforgettable and uproarious destinations.

This post was written by Jamie Sutor.