"Make it all movies, make it all movies!" screamed the voice in my head regarding this week's Ice—as opposed to my usual skull-rattling rants about how every jerkoff snarkmeister owes me money for giving them their livelihood and how I think my nose looks bigger in certain lights. I'm hearing this between the two-minute-warning shot that ended the 48 Hour Film Project's 26-team film shoot and tonight's start of the 15th Philadelphia Film Festival. "Cars with dead batteries towed at kickoff; actors walking out; people crying on my machine—it's going fine," yelled 48HFP producer Scott Johnston (who'll show the best of the team-made films March 31 at I-House) during the madness. After 48's done, Johnston powders his nose for the CP-sponsored Festival of Independents whose Philly contributions include the John Lumia-starring ad-satire, Head Space, Lou Morabito's Kakfaesque 4th Dimension and the return of Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim whose April 7 show at the Fringe Cabaret space stars special guest Darren "Muscle Factory" Finizio, I mean, AntiSocial Stalker. Namedropping Eric told me they have Gary Busey, Sean Hayes and Judd Hirsch (?) on their second season of Tom Goes to the Mayor premiering June 4 on Adult Swim. "Lord. It's gonna be nuts. T and I are also working on a live-action show for Adult Swim, Let's Have Fun Again" (www.timanderic.com/laguyzforpress.mov). Tim is also letting the healing begin after getting poked with a very pointy stick—shivved by a freak-a-deak PCP head according to tgttm.com/blogs/ tim.php?itemid=26#nucleus_cf. Tim—you're a frickin' trooper.

The local express don't stop at FestIndies. PostPop painter Marc Brodzik's harrowing look (Hard Coal) into Pennsylvania's independent coal miners! Temple U's Keith Fulton and Lou Pepe (Lost in La Mancha) coming home to debut their fever dream/punk odyssey about a '70s Brit band fronted by Siamese twins, Brothers of the Head! Head is nice "but I'm just glad I'll be there in time to have one last breakfast at the American Diner," says Pepe of Silk City's other monicker. "It stands as the epicenter of my eight years here; my first-ever After Dinner Mints gig; the place we shot Keith's first film. The pancakes. Turkey Tuesday. Christ, I'll probably sit at one of those Formica tables and cry." Plus, along with hearing that the old-man bar-fave RUBA Club will become RUBA Cine-Stage April 2 (with the rarely used Upstairs at the RUBA) there's this rumor: Travis Crawford—associate programmer of the PFF—quit TLA, despite promising to continue duties as curator of its Danger After Dark film fest series. Apparently Crawford did this while TLA execs fretted over Wednesday's Los Angeles premiere of TLA Releasing's Adam & Steve with Parker Posey and Chris Kattan. If this happened, bet a buck Ray Murray'll coax him back.

Nearly forgot. PFF isn't just about local yokels. It's about Scottish yokels. Like Paul McGuigan whose rat-tat-tat-chattering tough-guy (Willis! Freeman! Kingsley!) flick Lucky Number Sleven, a real ba-da-bing-er like his grimey-blimey-crime-y Gangster No. 1, opens soon after its PFF showing. "Fast chatter—it's an obsession with me," says McGuigan about the speedy testosterone-addled dialogue. "It's hard to do a stylized film with so much dialogue or else you've got talking heads." David Byrne's band aside, McGuigan couldn't easily ascertain much U.S.-bred hyper-ramble. "I'm Scottish and had no idea what half of the gambling terms or cartoon characters [were] that Morgan Freeman was going on about."

Gat naathin' on CBS' Rock Star casting call at Theater o' Living Arts last Tuesday. No one wanna sing with Tommy Lee 'n' Gilby Clarke? Discuss.

After finishing the video for their new "Allergic to You," Philly's cutest metal maulers Trashlight Vision 'll help judge the Troc's alterna-beauty pageant Miss Catwalk Tragedy March 31. They'll even serenade the winner (is that what we'll call her? Winner? Really?) through her footlighted walk o' shame.

Wanna know what Uncut Production's filming-soon version of its Eye of the Tiger Fringe fave is gonna look like? Check out "Cowboy" Christian Ziegler III's marvelously woozy Grosz-like paintings on display at Race Street Cafe until June. He's art directing Tiger. Grr. (P.S.: Their Pas de Lumière Philly Fest screens April 7 at I-House.)

The Persona's Joe Melchiorre promises his glam-slamming new songs are way-cinematic. Like Velvet Goldmine. Dig "Heat Tamer" (www.thepersona.com/ht.mp3)? Check them out at Bar Noir April 3. You decide.

WHOWHATWHERE: K-I-S-S-I-N-G: Tyra Banks 'n' Tyler Perry backstage at da Liacouras where Perry's holding court for Madea Goes to Jail. After telling fans at Electric Factory that he broke his foot here (blaming a gal with a "550-pound azzz"), Sean Paul ushered the nastay of the week: "I wanna eat you like Ishkabibbles."

As of April 1, the Philadelphia Print Collaborative will be called Philagrafika. As of April 1, I will be known as Tamika. Who's April Fooling?

Bye-eee: Manhattan Room's new Friday spinster John Redden is the guy who'll kill off Silk City for good April 2 with his 'lectro-indie Socket co-starring DJs Pianka, Bloodbath and Jamie Mahon's newish Black Pearl.

When Musicland closes 341 of their stores at the end of March—a Philly tradition dies with it. The last downtown Sam Goody, the one at The Gallery, shuts its doors, leaving us with '70s memories of sale prices cut into an LP's back cover and that manager with the wide ties and freaky hair. Sob.

(a_amorosi@citypaper.net)