This page is dedicated to the Memory of
George Anthony Montes
March 28,1973 to June 12, 2000
�And wherever you�ve gone,
And wherever we might go,
It don�t seem fair,
For days to disappear,
Your light�s reflected now,
Reflected from afar,
We were but Stones,
YOUR LIGHT made us stars�
Light Years from Pearl Jam
Dreams. Everybody has dreams. Dreams of becoming an Athlete, A Rapper,
A Scientist, and so on. My dream was about becoming a storyteller, or more
exactly a filmmaker. My mom always preached to us to follow our dreams no
matter how tough things get.
And following my dream is what I did. I earned my BA in Film and Electronic Arts
at Cal State University, Long Beach, and I�m currently a year away from my MFA
in Film Production at Chapman University.
Making movies is a tough business. But what�s even tougher is life.
Through hustle and hard work, Sal Rojas and I began work on a documentary called
�Pass the Mic�. Everything seemed to be going fine. I went to gather footage for
�Pass the Mic� with the Digital Aztlan crew in Tuscon, Arizona. We went up with
the Mafiosos, and the show was dope. A lot was accomplished. The crew was heading
out the next day, Monday morning. I woke up that morning feeling sick. Like something
wasn�t right. I woke up just before nine o�clock. We gathered our gear and headed home.
The news hit me like a rock. My older brother George Anthony Montes Dead
at the young age of 27. �This can�t be right.� Died in a car accident.
�Not now.� 8: 48 am. �We made a pact. A Promise.� Monday Morning.
�Remember our dreams.�
My brother was the hardest working person I knew. He would only call in sick when
he was real sick. And he worked, sometimes 6 days a week to help my mom and dad with
the bills and to help me with college. He was always encouraging me with my work,
asking when I was going to make my first feature.
My brother would work early mornings. He died on the way to a store on his
route. He died on the job.
The last conversation we had was about me going to Tuscon. He had tickets to a Dodger
game that weekend. Two. One for me, one for him. I told him about the trip. He said
to forget the game and go to Tuscon.
My brother served as an Executive Producer for �Pass The Mic�. He also bought me video
and sound equipment because he believed so much in me. Just days before his passing,
we talked about our dreams.
Now I�m living his dream. There are times when I want to quit and give up.
But I would be letting him down. And I can�t let
Pass the Mic!
(currently in Post-Production)
Star Spangled Banner
(currently in Pre-Production)
Read Lies. Tell Lies.
Language Battle in the Classrooms
Other Film Position Credits available upon request.
To Contact Filmmaker:
Send Request to:
P.O. Box 573
La Puente, Ca 91747
VISUAL ASSAULT by Richard Montes