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I don't know. Why the hell not? If this is going to be home to my thoughts - why not make it cozy? Especially if I'm gonna be inviting people over.
In other words thanks for reading Angel. You want a glass of water? I ran out of everything else.
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Treatment
PREPRODUCTION > TITLE TREATMENT
The title treatment is always a big deal for me. Even if it doesn't end up on a thing related to the film. But when I'm still in the script stage - there's something really satisfying about having an image, and icon, a symbol for the film. Something visual hinting at what the whole thing feels / looks like. It just makes it that more tangible for me.
And of course there’s nothing better than avoiding all the things I’m supposed to be doing then by scouring the internet for fonts with SexyBack blaring in the background. Well, few things.
Pretend essentially is about the power of the mind. The limitlessness of imagination. Something that as kids we have total access to. I kind of want the title to look like something Eddie, the child at the center of the film, could’ve drawn or written himself. At least I think that’s what I want. At any rate, here’s what I’ve got.
The title treatment is always a big deal for me. Even if it doesn't end up on a thing related to the film. But when I'm still in the script stage - there's something really satisfying about having an image, and icon, a symbol for the film. Something visual hinting at what the whole thing feels / looks like. It just makes it that more tangible for me.
And of course there’s nothing better than avoiding all the things I’m supposed to be doing then by scouring the internet for fonts with SexyBack blaring in the background. Well, few things.
Pretend essentially is about the power of the mind. The limitlessness of imagination. Something that as kids we have total access to. I kind of want the title to look like something Eddie, the child at the center of the film, could’ve drawn or written himself. At least I think that’s what I want. At any rate, here’s what I’ve got.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The Beginning
PREPRODUCTION > CONCEPTION
The last flickers of light are fading to black on Rings. My last short film. My first real short film for all intents and purposes. It found its way into a couple of festivals, and a few hearts of friends and of course my mother.
Despite its flaws and its distance from the effectiveness in some ways of the original script - I'm proud of it. Deeply proud. But it is time to move on. One film afterall does not a reel make.
Three months ago I found myself wondering what the hell do I do next. How could I make a film beyond the comforts and perks of film school? Of free crew? Of available friends? Friends whose whereabouts you knew about? To be honest I don't know. But taking the advice of at least one of the dozens of "how to make it in hollywood" books I own - I just starting writing.
What emerged was Pretend. A sweet short film that I think allows me to tell a simple story. Not drive home a message, though it of course has one. But to tell a story - and to tell it well. Hopefully. God willing as my mom would say. I'm still paying back the loan I took to make the last short - but come hell or highwater (most likely both) I'm determined to begin production on the next one.
It is my intention to chronicle this feat through the end. Be it successful - or staggeringly, embarrasingly un. Something tells me however that if I see it through to the end - it'll at the very least get made. And really thats all I could ask for. Right?
So what have I got? I've got a third draft. Notes from Angel. And the silent understanding from good friend and former cinematic collaborator Christina that she'll be shooting it. And a sketch I did of the lead character Eddie.
I've started with rougher edges.
The last flickers of light are fading to black on Rings. My last short film. My first real short film for all intents and purposes. It found its way into a couple of festivals, and a few hearts of friends and of course my mother.
Despite its flaws and its distance from the effectiveness in some ways of the original script - I'm proud of it. Deeply proud. But it is time to move on. One film afterall does not a reel make.
Three months ago I found myself wondering what the hell do I do next. How could I make a film beyond the comforts and perks of film school? Of free crew? Of available friends? Friends whose whereabouts you knew about? To be honest I don't know. But taking the advice of at least one of the dozens of "how to make it in hollywood" books I own - I just starting writing.
What emerged was Pretend. A sweet short film that I think allows me to tell a simple story. Not drive home a message, though it of course has one. But to tell a story - and to tell it well. Hopefully. God willing as my mom would say. I'm still paying back the loan I took to make the last short - but come hell or highwater (most likely both) I'm determined to begin production on the next one.
It is my intention to chronicle this feat through the end. Be it successful - or staggeringly, embarrasingly un. Something tells me however that if I see it through to the end - it'll at the very least get made. And really thats all I could ask for. Right?
So what have I got? I've got a third draft. Notes from Angel. And the silent understanding from good friend and former cinematic collaborator Christina that she'll be shooting it. And a sketch I did of the lead character Eddie.
I've started with rougher edges.
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