THIS is incredibly frustrating. I have not been able to get online for more than a day now, and I am so itching to write, so at the moment I am writing in my Text Edit mode and I'll save the doc and copy and paste it later. This is my final post on www.charmcitythemovie.blogspot.com - go right now to www.smalltimorethemovie.blogspot.com to read about how the screening of the rough cut went, and to continue to keep up to date with the progress of the project. It has been an incredible year, writing this blog... time to move to the next level. Thanks for reading, and please continue to do so on the new blog!!!!
~ Jeanie
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Bassist by Any Other Name...
Sleep is still screwed up. My mind won't shut off, though I have far less to do on a daily basis at the moment. I have not watched (and therefore have not edited) any part of the movie (other than the trailer a couple times) since I watched it straight through last Thursday. It is hard for me to stay away from it, even though I was looking forward to a break from it. There are things I know are wrong with it that I want to work on. But that won't change what I will be showing at the screening on Saturday anyway, so I am not watching any part of it for nine whole days so that I can see it with somewhat-fresh eyes, to see what else I need to fix, or maybe even what moments are just fine and I am being too critical of them.
I kind of miss seeing my cast every day, too, and I am looking forward to seeing almost all of them on Saturday. Every time I watch a scene, I think about the goofy things that happened while we were filming it. Unfortunately, since we were filming on the P2 cards, we didn't have the luxury of just letting the camera roll all the time and capturing a lot of those funny offscreen moments, because we had to conserve space on the cards. There were some days we filled them completely. But I remember the little screw-ups that were amusing, and for the most part have forgotten the ones that were annoying. Like having kids, you forgot the bad stuff quickly enough that it makes you want to make more...
Probably my favorite blunder was made by my brother. He came up from Florida in order to see me on the set for a day before going to Ocean City with some of my other relatives on vacation. I felt bad because I had ZERO time to hang out with him really, but it meant a lot to me that he was there and got to see behind the scenes for a day. It was one of the days we were filming at the Wind-Up Space, and I threw him into the scene as a bartender. You'll see him in the first scene that takes place there. Though he threw in a couple other lines that one would just naturally say to customers ("What can I get ya?", etc) I only gave him one SPECIFIC line. He had to hand a beer to one of the main cast, whose character name is Thom who is playing in a band in the bar. All Ted (my bro) had to do was hand Thom a beer as Thom walks offstage, and say, "ThomBomb!" This is Thom's nickname, and this action established that Thom is a regular, everybody knows and loves him.
As with any and every scene, we had to do it a bunch of times, due to noise issues, getting it from different angles, and getting a couple safeties once we got it right. Ted did good the first 5 or 6 times. How could he not, it is one word, right?
Somewhere around the 7th take I think, the five other people in the scene hit their marks and delivered their lines perfectly, and my brother approaches Thom with the beer, reaches in his direction, and clearly says, "ThomJOHN!"
No one flinched (and BELIEVE me, it was all I could do not to burst out laughing, but this was one of the days we were running short on card space), Ted walks off camera and looks at me like, "WTF?" Just the look on his own face, wondering how the hell he could have possibly screwed up ONE word, is an hysterical moment I will never forget. And, of course, will never let HIM forget.
I kind of miss seeing my cast every day, too, and I am looking forward to seeing almost all of them on Saturday. Every time I watch a scene, I think about the goofy things that happened while we were filming it. Unfortunately, since we were filming on the P2 cards, we didn't have the luxury of just letting the camera roll all the time and capturing a lot of those funny offscreen moments, because we had to conserve space on the cards. There were some days we filled them completely. But I remember the little screw-ups that were amusing, and for the most part have forgotten the ones that were annoying. Like having kids, you forgot the bad stuff quickly enough that it makes you want to make more...
Probably my favorite blunder was made by my brother. He came up from Florida in order to see me on the set for a day before going to Ocean City with some of my other relatives on vacation. I felt bad because I had ZERO time to hang out with him really, but it meant a lot to me that he was there and got to see behind the scenes for a day. It was one of the days we were filming at the Wind-Up Space, and I threw him into the scene as a bartender. You'll see him in the first scene that takes place there. Though he threw in a couple other lines that one would just naturally say to customers ("What can I get ya?", etc) I only gave him one SPECIFIC line. He had to hand a beer to one of the main cast, whose character name is Thom who is playing in a band in the bar. All Ted (my bro) had to do was hand Thom a beer as Thom walks offstage, and say, "ThomBomb!" This is Thom's nickname, and this action established that Thom is a regular, everybody knows and loves him.
As with any and every scene, we had to do it a bunch of times, due to noise issues, getting it from different angles, and getting a couple safeties once we got it right. Ted did good the first 5 or 6 times. How could he not, it is one word, right?
Somewhere around the 7th take I think, the five other people in the scene hit their marks and delivered their lines perfectly, and my brother approaches Thom with the beer, reaches in his direction, and clearly says, "ThomJOHN!"
No one flinched (and BELIEVE me, it was all I could do not to burst out laughing, but this was one of the days we were running short on card space), Ted walks off camera and looks at me like, "WTF?" Just the look on his own face, wondering how the hell he could have possibly screwed up ONE word, is an hysterical moment I will never forget. And, of course, will never let HIM forget.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
To Thine Own Selves Be True
I feel like I am waiting for the weight to lift from my shoulders. It is just sort of perched there now, no longer bearing down on me, but not exactly lifted either. I don't think I will be able to completely relax until tomorrow evening, after I pick up the compressed/rendered, burned DVD of the rough cut of the movie from Charlie, and then watch the whole thing through to make sure nothing is wrong. I mean, there is still going to be lots of things wrong with it, it is a rough cut. But I mean, I want to make sure none of the scenes that I have put together so far have done anything weird, like today when two of the songs that I had laid in mysteriously disappeared and I had to do the work all over again. I am sure it is something that I did wrong, which is why I was anxious to hand it off to Charlie, as it is far less likely (knock on wood) that he will screw it up.
On the way home I was driving past Belvedere Square, which is a mid-point between my place and Charlie's. I had not stopped in Grand Cru, owned by my friend Nelson, for some time, and I thought to myself, why wait to get home to celebrate? I didn't think he'd be there but I actually caught him in, shared some wine, invited him to the screening, and caught up a little bit.
On the way out I picked up a couple bottles of Framboise. Oh my GOD do I love this stuff... perfect to raise a glass to at home, by myself, while I let out an enormous exhale... which is exactly what I am doing right this very minute.
I may actually even sleep well tonight. I have not been able to drift off before 4:00am (and usually 5:00am) for the last 4 or five nights. Usually editing until at least 3:00am, then it takes me awhile to wind down.
It is such a mixed bag of emotions right now. Relieved, in that, as long as all goes well with the burn, I don't plan to do any work on the movie until after New Year's, giving me about two weeks to enjoy the holidays, friends and family, without feeling guilty that I am not working on the movie. It will be the first time I can really do that... well, in about a year! If the weather in the Poconos isn't too brutal, I want to get up there for a few days in the beginning of January, for once not to lock myself away and work my ass off, but to actually RELAX.
It won't be long-lived, though. I am happy with the rough cut, but it is that, rough, and there is still so much work to be done. The edits themselves, the cuts, need some finessing, smoothing over, drawing out some transitions so they aren't so abrupt, shortening others so they aren't so long they get boring, and I need to shave about ten minutes off the whole thing altogether, while somehow adding a scene that I wasn't able to finish in time for the rough cut. But the two things I am EXTREMELY anxious to do is the color correction and getting the music just right.
Music is weird. I have to watch more movies to see how it is really done well. The problem with watching movies is, for me, that I get so sucked into the story that it is hard for me to dissect it, to watch the cuts and transitions and lighting and angles and levels of conversation laid over background music, etc, etc... But I am kind of glad for that. I definitely see movies differently now, and I know I always will, but so far, making a movie has not completely ruined me for watching movies the way that growing up in the restaurant business ruined me for eating in restaurants for a very long time.
Now that I think about it, and actually HAVE THE TIME to indulge my stream-of-consciousness for the first time in... I don't know... skip back through my postings and you tell me... the difference is Baltimore.
My Dad owned and operated restaurants all my life, I grew up behind those scenes, and later waited tables and eventually managed a four-star restaurant in Washington, D.C (the Coeur de Lion, in the Henley Park Hotel). I used to make my Mother crazy because, just like my Dad, if we ate in a restaurant I had to sit with my back to the corner so I could observe (read: critique) every aspect of the room, the service, the presentation, and of course the food. I was constantly making comparisons, which at the time I think I enjoyed, but in retrospect sucked some of the fun out of it.
But movies are kind of different, or maybe it is just that I am different now, after having been in Baltimore for eleven years. I love eating in restaurants now, much more than I used to. I still notice things, I haven't unlearned anything, but it just doesn't bother me like it did when I was all my "Type-A" self back in D.C. I do see movies differently now, and I find myself talking about them constantly, dissecting them with other people who do the same thing. But I haven't lost the ability to get lost in a story. I do find it a little bit harder now, though, if it isn't a good story, well told.
I'm just... happier here, and I was pretty happy in D.C. Baltimore and D.C. are two completely different planets, though. Luckily, being a Gemini, I can appreciate them both for what they are. I am a business person, so one side of me relates to D.C., but I am also an artist, the side of me that relates to Baltimore. It took me a long time to be comfortable referring to myself as an artist in the company I keep here, because I know so many very, very talented artists. In D.C. it was easy to consider myself an artist, none of my friends were, really. They were all into politics, business. None of them wrote, painted, or even played an instrument that they ever mentioned. When I started making friends in Baltimore, I was so overwhelmed by the talent I met that at most I would consider myself to be "creative".
It has been a long journey, and I have had my hands in a lot of things since I have been here, but I finally feel I have found my voice, found what I was meant to do. I always liked the restaurant business, it came naturally to me, and that led to the hotel business, which did as well. But business is what I do, or rather, what I am capable of doing. Being an artist... that is who I am.
On the way home I was driving past Belvedere Square, which is a mid-point between my place and Charlie's. I had not stopped in Grand Cru, owned by my friend Nelson, for some time, and I thought to myself, why wait to get home to celebrate? I didn't think he'd be there but I actually caught him in, shared some wine, invited him to the screening, and caught up a little bit.
On the way out I picked up a couple bottles of Framboise. Oh my GOD do I love this stuff... perfect to raise a glass to at home, by myself, while I let out an enormous exhale... which is exactly what I am doing right this very minute.
I may actually even sleep well tonight. I have not been able to drift off before 4:00am (and usually 5:00am) for the last 4 or five nights. Usually editing until at least 3:00am, then it takes me awhile to wind down.
It is such a mixed bag of emotions right now. Relieved, in that, as long as all goes well with the burn, I don't plan to do any work on the movie until after New Year's, giving me about two weeks to enjoy the holidays, friends and family, without feeling guilty that I am not working on the movie. It will be the first time I can really do that... well, in about a year! If the weather in the Poconos isn't too brutal, I want to get up there for a few days in the beginning of January, for once not to lock myself away and work my ass off, but to actually RELAX.
It won't be long-lived, though. I am happy with the rough cut, but it is that, rough, and there is still so much work to be done. The edits themselves, the cuts, need some finessing, smoothing over, drawing out some transitions so they aren't so abrupt, shortening others so they aren't so long they get boring, and I need to shave about ten minutes off the whole thing altogether, while somehow adding a scene that I wasn't able to finish in time for the rough cut. But the two things I am EXTREMELY anxious to do is the color correction and getting the music just right.
Music is weird. I have to watch more movies to see how it is really done well. The problem with watching movies is, for me, that I get so sucked into the story that it is hard for me to dissect it, to watch the cuts and transitions and lighting and angles and levels of conversation laid over background music, etc, etc... But I am kind of glad for that. I definitely see movies differently now, and I know I always will, but so far, making a movie has not completely ruined me for watching movies the way that growing up in the restaurant business ruined me for eating in restaurants for a very long time.
Now that I think about it, and actually HAVE THE TIME to indulge my stream-of-consciousness for the first time in... I don't know... skip back through my postings and you tell me... the difference is Baltimore.
My Dad owned and operated restaurants all my life, I grew up behind those scenes, and later waited tables and eventually managed a four-star restaurant in Washington, D.C (the Coeur de Lion, in the Henley Park Hotel). I used to make my Mother crazy because, just like my Dad, if we ate in a restaurant I had to sit with my back to the corner so I could observe (read: critique) every aspect of the room, the service, the presentation, and of course the food. I was constantly making comparisons, which at the time I think I enjoyed, but in retrospect sucked some of the fun out of it.
But movies are kind of different, or maybe it is just that I am different now, after having been in Baltimore for eleven years. I love eating in restaurants now, much more than I used to. I still notice things, I haven't unlearned anything, but it just doesn't bother me like it did when I was all my "Type-A" self back in D.C. I do see movies differently now, and I find myself talking about them constantly, dissecting them with other people who do the same thing. But I haven't lost the ability to get lost in a story. I do find it a little bit harder now, though, if it isn't a good story, well told.
I'm just... happier here, and I was pretty happy in D.C. Baltimore and D.C. are two completely different planets, though. Luckily, being a Gemini, I can appreciate them both for what they are. I am a business person, so one side of me relates to D.C., but I am also an artist, the side of me that relates to Baltimore. It took me a long time to be comfortable referring to myself as an artist in the company I keep here, because I know so many very, very talented artists. In D.C. it was easy to consider myself an artist, none of my friends were, really. They were all into politics, business. None of them wrote, painted, or even played an instrument that they ever mentioned. When I started making friends in Baltimore, I was so overwhelmed by the talent I met that at most I would consider myself to be "creative".
It has been a long journey, and I have had my hands in a lot of things since I have been here, but I finally feel I have found my voice, found what I was meant to do. I always liked the restaurant business, it came naturally to me, and that led to the hotel business, which did as well. But business is what I do, or rather, what I am capable of doing. Being an artist... that is who I am.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Mmmm, sexy...
I have spent more than 18 of the last 36 hours editing. I am on the verge of carpal tunnel syndrome and by tomorrow night (I have probably 8 to 12 more hours of work to do tomorrow before I turn it over to Charlie for him to compress, render, and generally wave a magic wand over the whole thing) I am certain my right hand will be nothing more than a shriveled claw, and I think I have developed a shoulder hump from sitting in front of this computer for so long. Yea baby, I am going to look damn hot for that screening at the Creative Alliance, lemme tell ya.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Picking up the Pieces
It feels like a long time since I have written, though it has only been a little over a week. I got SO much done up at Mikey's cabin, which is good because I don't feel like I've accomplished much this week. But that's not true at all. Tuesday and Wednesday we finally shot the last of our pick-up days, involving actors Cheryl Scungio, Orlando Gonzales, and Johnny Benson. And of course Michelle was back with her crew.
Both were relatively short days. Tuesday was only six hours of filming, all at Fin Art, the gallery of artist Charles Lawrence, in Fells Point. We had already filmed there one full day way back in August during production, but there were a couple scenes we didn't have time for that day. There is no A/C in the gallery, so in August it was a million degrees, and Tuesday we had the opposite problem - no heat. But that is a lot easier to deal with and the day went FAIRLY smoothly. There was still one bit of a scene that we missed, I'll just have to live without it. The scenes that we did get are great and I really needed them. But we, as a team, weren't really clicking along that day, I felt. Chemistry was fine, speed just wasn't there. It wasn't exactly the same team that was together in August, and even if it had been we hadn't been together for a few months, so there was no groove. And something I love about my cast but often slows us down is their real-life chemistry. They all really like each other and they never stop talking. This happened even in initial production, but throw on top of that that they haven't seen each other in months, and it leads to me getting a little cranky because I have to call actors to the set several times, each time, and then ask for quiet several times, each time. But, you can never have it all. I'd rather have that and they just think I'm kinda bitchy than have actors who think I'm great but hate each other so they don't talk at all. Their real-life chemistry really shines through onscreen, and that in the end is what counts.
The scenes in Fin Art are some of my favorites, the set is SO rich and colorful, it is exactly what I wanted those scenes to be. I have said many times I could not be happier with the casting, but the same can be said of the locations. I am lucky to have a diverse group of loyal friends and creative compatriots who allowed me into their homes and businesses to use them as sets. Charles Lawrence's Fin Art is but one example. Others are Russell DeoCampo (The Wind-Up Space), Bill Dougherty (Dougherty's Pub), and Lynn Hafner (Dionysus Lounge) for my bar scenes, and I even have a scene in Baltimore Theater Project (thanks, Anne Fulweiler). Other friends who loaned me their homes, and sometimes their onscreen talent, are Phil Baty & Ron Peltzer ("Mrs. Simpson's" home), Steve Shen (interior courthouse scene), Dave Herman (Bentley's apartment), Greg Mirkin (Tony's house), and Caren Shelley (Gracie's house). Add to that some exterior scenes in Mount Vernon Square, Federal Hill Park, and the War Memorial, plus of course Government House (Mrs. Talford's mansion and Mel's apartment), and loads of Baltimore B-roll, and I have quite a rich and textured palette in my hands. It is truly shaping up to be almost exactly as I had envisioned.
Wednesday filming went a bit smoother. Knocked out the scene at Theater Project, one more scene at Greg's house, and FINALLY a certain car scene that we had filmed part of back in August. This was yet another lesson learned. SInce it was a car scene, I wasn't thinking of it as an exterior scene, and you should always shoot your exterior scenes first. But a car scene IS an exterior. Think about it, you have to have the trees and lighting match, and natural lighting is seasonal. Luckily, for me, it was a night car scene, so that wasn't quite as important. Not so luckily, for actors Cheryl and Orlando, it was a car scene in my car. A convertible. With the top down. And wearing summer clothes. And don't forget Orlando had to drive with a light shining in his face!
Cheryl was wearing a thin halter dress. I really don't even know how she did it. When I arrived at Theater Project earlier that day, around noon, by the time I walked less than half a block from my car to the theater, my fingers were numb. Cheryl had to do this scene in a car in motion at almost 8:00pm! As I walked up the steps to Theater Project, I was very aware of what I was going to have to ask her to do later, and I thought, it's a good thing this is the very last shot I need her for, because she is going to hate my guts after this. Orlando wasn't much better off, but at least he had long sleeves.
But they were troopers and did not even complain! They know it is a piece that was crucial, so they stuck it out.
Michelle was great, too. She doesn't have in her gear package the lights that are specifically designed for car interiors, and they are outrageously expensive to buy or even rent. But she promised me they would figure something out, and they did. The scene will cut together well. This was the scene that kept me up nights. If I didn't have it, I would be completely screwed, it was so important to the entire rhythm of the film.
SO, make SURE you get your car scenes during initial production!
Continuity... always an issue. No matter how low-budget your project is, bribe some anal-retentive friend into being your continuity person, and take photos of EVERYTHING. I swear, in my next movie, no one wears any jewelry! That killed me more than once. And if you are directing, you can't possibly keep track of these things, props, etc. When we were filming the last scene at Greg's house on Tuesday, Cheryl (Gracie) walks onto the porch with two bottles of wine in her hands. While they were setting up for the next part of the scene, from the interior, where she actually enters the house, I thought I'd be smart and expedite things a little. I needed some cutaways of the wine being poured, and the wine bottle with at various levels of being full, to indicate time passing. So I opened one of the bottles. And then the lights were ready for the next part of the scene. Where she enters with the two bottles. One of which is now open.
CURSES!!!!!
Luckily, most of my friends drink and Greg is no exception, and there happened to be a similar shaped bottle of unopened wine on his counter, so she carried that.
So. You might think I am a little scattered. But I know that there are plenty of people who, having read this, will want to see the movie just to pick out all these little things. That is fine with me, I will own my rookie mistakes, I am totally comfortable with that. But then, after seeing it once to nitpick the details, you'll have to see it again to catch the storyline that you missed the first time around. So you see, I am scattered. Scattered like a fox ;)
Both were relatively short days. Tuesday was only six hours of filming, all at Fin Art, the gallery of artist Charles Lawrence, in Fells Point. We had already filmed there one full day way back in August during production, but there were a couple scenes we didn't have time for that day. There is no A/C in the gallery, so in August it was a million degrees, and Tuesday we had the opposite problem - no heat. But that is a lot easier to deal with and the day went FAIRLY smoothly. There was still one bit of a scene that we missed, I'll just have to live without it. The scenes that we did get are great and I really needed them. But we, as a team, weren't really clicking along that day, I felt. Chemistry was fine, speed just wasn't there. It wasn't exactly the same team that was together in August, and even if it had been we hadn't been together for a few months, so there was no groove. And something I love about my cast but often slows us down is their real-life chemistry. They all really like each other and they never stop talking. This happened even in initial production, but throw on top of that that they haven't seen each other in months, and it leads to me getting a little cranky because I have to call actors to the set several times, each time, and then ask for quiet several times, each time. But, you can never have it all. I'd rather have that and they just think I'm kinda bitchy than have actors who think I'm great but hate each other so they don't talk at all. Their real-life chemistry really shines through onscreen, and that in the end is what counts.
The scenes in Fin Art are some of my favorites, the set is SO rich and colorful, it is exactly what I wanted those scenes to be. I have said many times I could not be happier with the casting, but the same can be said of the locations. I am lucky to have a diverse group of loyal friends and creative compatriots who allowed me into their homes and businesses to use them as sets. Charles Lawrence's Fin Art is but one example. Others are Russell DeoCampo (The Wind-Up Space), Bill Dougherty (Dougherty's Pub), and Lynn Hafner (Dionysus Lounge) for my bar scenes, and I even have a scene in Baltimore Theater Project (thanks, Anne Fulweiler). Other friends who loaned me their homes, and sometimes their onscreen talent, are Phil Baty & Ron Peltzer ("Mrs. Simpson's" home), Steve Shen (interior courthouse scene), Dave Herman (Bentley's apartment), Greg Mirkin (Tony's house), and Caren Shelley (Gracie's house). Add to that some exterior scenes in Mount Vernon Square, Federal Hill Park, and the War Memorial, plus of course Government House (Mrs. Talford's mansion and Mel's apartment), and loads of Baltimore B-roll, and I have quite a rich and textured palette in my hands. It is truly shaping up to be almost exactly as I had envisioned.
Wednesday filming went a bit smoother. Knocked out the scene at Theater Project, one more scene at Greg's house, and FINALLY a certain car scene that we had filmed part of back in August. This was yet another lesson learned. SInce it was a car scene, I wasn't thinking of it as an exterior scene, and you should always shoot your exterior scenes first. But a car scene IS an exterior. Think about it, you have to have the trees and lighting match, and natural lighting is seasonal. Luckily, for me, it was a night car scene, so that wasn't quite as important. Not so luckily, for actors Cheryl and Orlando, it was a car scene in my car. A convertible. With the top down. And wearing summer clothes. And don't forget Orlando had to drive with a light shining in his face!
Cheryl was wearing a thin halter dress. I really don't even know how she did it. When I arrived at Theater Project earlier that day, around noon, by the time I walked less than half a block from my car to the theater, my fingers were numb. Cheryl had to do this scene in a car in motion at almost 8:00pm! As I walked up the steps to Theater Project, I was very aware of what I was going to have to ask her to do later, and I thought, it's a good thing this is the very last shot I need her for, because she is going to hate my guts after this. Orlando wasn't much better off, but at least he had long sleeves.
But they were troopers and did not even complain! They know it is a piece that was crucial, so they stuck it out.
Michelle was great, too. She doesn't have in her gear package the lights that are specifically designed for car interiors, and they are outrageously expensive to buy or even rent. But she promised me they would figure something out, and they did. The scene will cut together well. This was the scene that kept me up nights. If I didn't have it, I would be completely screwed, it was so important to the entire rhythm of the film.
SO, make SURE you get your car scenes during initial production!
Continuity... always an issue. No matter how low-budget your project is, bribe some anal-retentive friend into being your continuity person, and take photos of EVERYTHING. I swear, in my next movie, no one wears any jewelry! That killed me more than once. And if you are directing, you can't possibly keep track of these things, props, etc. When we were filming the last scene at Greg's house on Tuesday, Cheryl (Gracie) walks onto the porch with two bottles of wine in her hands. While they were setting up for the next part of the scene, from the interior, where she actually enters the house, I thought I'd be smart and expedite things a little. I needed some cutaways of the wine being poured, and the wine bottle with at various levels of being full, to indicate time passing. So I opened one of the bottles. And then the lights were ready for the next part of the scene. Where she enters with the two bottles. One of which is now open.
CURSES!!!!!
Luckily, most of my friends drink and Greg is no exception, and there happened to be a similar shaped bottle of unopened wine on his counter, so she carried that.
So. You might think I am a little scattered. But I know that there are plenty of people who, having read this, will want to see the movie just to pick out all these little things. That is fine with me, I will own my rookie mistakes, I am totally comfortable with that. But then, after seeing it once to nitpick the details, you'll have to see it again to catch the storyline that you missed the first time around. So you see, I am scattered. Scattered like a fox ;)
Monday, November 10, 2008
AAAAAAAND cut!... and Cutting, Continued
Finished my two-day acting workshop with Steve Yeager at the Creative Alliance on Saturday, and I am happy to say I'm pretty sure I rocked it out. The thing I was most nervous about was the monologue that I was assigned. It was a long piece, probably a good four minutes, and to be honest I wasn't crazy about it at first. But after I read it over about 10 times, the subtleties of it began to surface and I could finally see the meat on it, and the opportunity to show a range.
The great part was that the character started off as being very nervous, as did I! So I OWNED my nervousness. :) By the time I was halfway through the piece, at about the time the character calmed down, I hadn't stumbled once and I knew the rest, so I, too, calmed down, and was able to pull the rest off without a hitch. As soon as Steve yelled, "Cut!" he was laughing, and a few comments from my classmates let me know I had done a good job.
I was talking to my brother, Ted, on the phone last night about it. I told him it was really scary for me to do this, and he said, as most people who know me would, that he would never have guessed that about me. But it is true nonetheless. Through the entire process of making this film, through writing, receiving critique from colleagues and friends, putting myself out there to meet new people and make new contacts, negotiating contracts with crew, locations, etc, auditioning and casting actors, rehearsing with the actors, the whole circus of production, including directing the whole thing, NOT ONCE did my heart beat as hard and fast as it did whenever I had to get up in front of that camera for these past two Saturdays. I can honestly say I have never pushed myself so far outside my comfort zone on purpose.
But I am very glad I did. And by the time we were doing more scenes and exercises after lunch on the second Saturday, I was fine and my heart was only fluttering a bit, not the big, pounding bass drum it had been up until that point whenever Steve would say, "Action!"
My brother asked me if I walked away from the class with whatever it was I had been looking for. I said, absolutely. I pushed my own limits and allowed myself to be vulnerable at the same time. I got to spend some time with Steve Yeager, an award-winning Director and professor at Towson University. I put myself in the actor's shoes, and for that I will be a better director. And of course, I have even more respect for actors than I did before. I certainly wouldn't want to make MY living doing that. It's exhausting. I was emotionally drained by the time I got home, and compared to a regular day on the set for an actor, that class was chump change.
Tonight I am heading over to Charlie's for some more editing instruction. I have about 25 scenes edited, and it is going quite well, though I still have SO much to do, and I am trying to make a deadline now of December 19th to submit Charm City for entry in the Maryland Film Festival. It's going to be TIGHT. But I think I can do it.
Yesterday I didn't get any editing done. But I think I'll go to the Poconos this week and I can do double the work up there, cuz there is NOTHING else to distract me, until Mikey shows up with a box of wine. Yesterday I went instead to Harper's Ferry for the day with Eric, where he tricked me into climbing a mountain, a charge he vehemently denies. But, my blog, so that's the story I am sticking to. He needed some establishing shots there to use in his film, and it was a beautiful, crisp fall day, so why not? I minimized my guilt by listening to CDs of local Baltimore bands to see if I could find additional music for the soundtrack. I found a few things, too, so see, I was productive after all! Hurray for multi-tasking! My car is the only place I can listen attentively to music, and since I live in the building I work in, sometimes I will go for days without getting in my car.
So on top of all of the above, I am trying to schedule two more days of pick-up shots next week so I can close this thing out. Except for one scene I still need with my favorite skinny poet, Al Letson (www.alletson.com). If I don't see him in Baltimore by then, I may be road-tripping to Florida in February to see my brother, and I'll stop in Jacksonville on the way there or back and get the footage I need of Al. The things we do for art!
Gotta get ready for my meeting with Charlie...
The great part was that the character started off as being very nervous, as did I! So I OWNED my nervousness. :) By the time I was halfway through the piece, at about the time the character calmed down, I hadn't stumbled once and I knew the rest, so I, too, calmed down, and was able to pull the rest off without a hitch. As soon as Steve yelled, "Cut!" he was laughing, and a few comments from my classmates let me know I had done a good job.
I was talking to my brother, Ted, on the phone last night about it. I told him it was really scary for me to do this, and he said, as most people who know me would, that he would never have guessed that about me. But it is true nonetheless. Through the entire process of making this film, through writing, receiving critique from colleagues and friends, putting myself out there to meet new people and make new contacts, negotiating contracts with crew, locations, etc, auditioning and casting actors, rehearsing with the actors, the whole circus of production, including directing the whole thing, NOT ONCE did my heart beat as hard and fast as it did whenever I had to get up in front of that camera for these past two Saturdays. I can honestly say I have never pushed myself so far outside my comfort zone on purpose.
But I am very glad I did. And by the time we were doing more scenes and exercises after lunch on the second Saturday, I was fine and my heart was only fluttering a bit, not the big, pounding bass drum it had been up until that point whenever Steve would say, "Action!"
My brother asked me if I walked away from the class with whatever it was I had been looking for. I said, absolutely. I pushed my own limits and allowed myself to be vulnerable at the same time. I got to spend some time with Steve Yeager, an award-winning Director and professor at Towson University. I put myself in the actor's shoes, and for that I will be a better director. And of course, I have even more respect for actors than I did before. I certainly wouldn't want to make MY living doing that. It's exhausting. I was emotionally drained by the time I got home, and compared to a regular day on the set for an actor, that class was chump change.
Tonight I am heading over to Charlie's for some more editing instruction. I have about 25 scenes edited, and it is going quite well, though I still have SO much to do, and I am trying to make a deadline now of December 19th to submit Charm City for entry in the Maryland Film Festival. It's going to be TIGHT. But I think I can do it.
Yesterday I didn't get any editing done. But I think I'll go to the Poconos this week and I can do double the work up there, cuz there is NOTHING else to distract me, until Mikey shows up with a box of wine. Yesterday I went instead to Harper's Ferry for the day with Eric, where he tricked me into climbing a mountain, a charge he vehemently denies. But, my blog, so that's the story I am sticking to. He needed some establishing shots there to use in his film, and it was a beautiful, crisp fall day, so why not? I minimized my guilt by listening to CDs of local Baltimore bands to see if I could find additional music for the soundtrack. I found a few things, too, so see, I was productive after all! Hurray for multi-tasking! My car is the only place I can listen attentively to music, and since I live in the building I work in, sometimes I will go for days without getting in my car.
So on top of all of the above, I am trying to schedule two more days of pick-up shots next week so I can close this thing out. Except for one scene I still need with my favorite skinny poet, Al Letson (www.alletson.com). If I don't see him in Baltimore by then, I may be road-tripping to Florida in February to see my brother, and I'll stop in Jacksonville on the way there or back and get the footage I need of Al. The things we do for art!
Gotta get ready for my meeting with Charlie...
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Zone Issues
Today was very scary. It was the first day of a 2-part "Acting for the Camera" workshop I decided to take at the Creative Alliance. The only acting I have ever done, ever, was in my initial trailer for Charm City. That experience wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, and was kinda fun, but that is largely due to Sean being such a great director, and also I had been writing and rewriting all the dialogue for the last 2 years, so I knew the material inside-out. Today was nothing like that.
The class is taught by Steve Yeager, and one of the reasons I signed up for it is because I have heard his name a lot in certain circles, and I always see him attending or speaking at film festivals and such. Wednesday evening I got an email from him saying I needed to prepare a 2-minute monologue for class on Saturday. I couldn't get anywhere near that on Thursday because we were filming our last (if there is a God) day of pick-ups for Juju. I was meeting up with friends late afternoon on Friday, so that gave me only a couple hours to find or write something and commit it to memory.
At first I was going to do a bit from the movie "Beautiful Girls", when Rosie O'Donnell's character reads her guy friends the riot act about fantasizing about silicone-filled Playboy models and not giving "real" women a chance. It's a good little speech, funny but true, and a movie moment that sticks in my head, so why not? I found the monologue of it online very easily and had it down pretty quickly. Something was bugging me about it, though.
I ran it by Eric via email, he thought it was okay but used the word "feminist". Hmm. Nothing wrong with being a feminist, but those sorts of rants do turn off a lot of people, and I didn't want anyone tuning out due to the content, even if the context was funny.
So I dug a little deeper in my video collection, much of which is old Silver Screen stuff, and I wanted something more contemporary so it would feel more natural. I saw my VHS tape of "Come Back to the 5 & Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean." I love this movie, so much so that I also at some point bought the play script of it. I dug that up, too, and started flipping through it to see if there was anything I could use. I found the part where Sissy (played by Cher), the busty and boisterous sexpot of the group, comes clean about a secret that she has managed to keep for three years - she had to have a double-masectomy, and her husband that she liked to brag on so much left her in the aftermath.
I liked this one better for a lot of reasons. Once I started thinking about delivering my monologue from the side of the Director or Casting Agent, the "Beautiful Girls" piece just wasn't good enough. First off, I found it too easily, which to me says it is used a lot. When I attended the Stonehenge auditions (searching for cast for Charm City) in May, there were some monologues that I saw 5 or 6 times that day! When you do that, to me at least it says that you didn't put a lot of thought into your choice, you chose something safe, and you only end up having the casting agent (consciously or subconsciously) compare you against the other people who had the same monologue. And if you weren't the one who did it best, sianora.
Secondly, it didn't have much depth, and no range. Just straight up sarcastic comedy. While the "Jimmy Dean" piece started off with Sissy being very strong, a little angry even, then dissolving in her own vulnerability, but finally coming out on top and being able to laugh about it. It is really hard to find something that packs all that into 2 or 3 minutes! I ran it by Eric, and he liked this one better, too. "People like stories about boobs," he said. "Even when they're sad."
I searched online and couldn't find it anywhere, so I copied the text from the script myself and got to work on it. I got it down in time for Happy Hour, and woke up this morning reciting it before I got out of bed, and over and over in the shower. I was as set as I was going to be.
So of course we didn't do monologues today. Seemed only one other person in the class got the memo. Oh, well. No biggie. Good practice for memorization.
There are several reasons why I decided to take this class. First off was the opportunity to work with Steve Yeager. Secondly, I felt it would help me with my directing to get the actors point of view (POV, for those of you looking to pick up the movie lingo :) ). Thirdly, I wanted just another taste of the acting thing for kicks, but mostly I took this class to push myself out of my comfort zone, which it surely did.
In almost any situation I am as cool as a cucumber, and in general I feel there's "nothing I can't handle". But my Achilles Heel has always been and continues to be public speaking, and I am determined to get over that.
Day One did push me, a lot. The first exercise we did is what Steve referred to as a "personalization". Just talking directly to the camera for 2 minutes, telling a personal (true) story about something that affected or changed your life. My classmates had some compelling stories, from drug addiction to first loves to near-death experiences. I talked about my father's death. I'll tell you what I told the camera.
My Dad died five years ago, of pancreatic cancer, at the ripe old age of 56. I was able to spend the last five weeks of his life with him. I was often trapped in his little two-room house in Florida, alone, for much of that time. I didn't have a car and relied on my brother to drive me back and forth to the hospice after he got off work every day. The house wasn't walking distance from anywhere, so all I could do all day was eat spaghetti and watch movies and football until my brother came to get me . I got so bored that I cleaned every square inch of the house. And in every drawer, in the closets and cupboards, manila envelopes in his filing cabinets and shoeboxes in his closet, I found Camel Cash - little "dollars" they used to put in every pack of Camel cigarettes. My Dad was a 2-pack a day guy.
I organized and counted them - eight THOUSAND dollars of Camel Cash. That is 160,000 cigarettes. At the hospice I asked, "Daddy, why do you have all this Camel Cash? Why haven't you traded it in?" Dad had gotten things like pool cues, leather jackets, ashtrays over the years by saving up these things. He said, "They started giving bigger prizes. I almost have enough saved for a trip to Vegas."
Of course, Dad never got to take that trip, because the cigarettes killed him first.
At this point in my personalization, both my voice and I were shaking and it was touch and go as to whether or not I would actually cry. But I wrapped it up.
I can't tell you how angry that makes me. But it made me more determined to live my life, the way I had already been living it, the way I will always live it: I don't wait for rainy days. I make things happen. I don't wait for things to happen to me. I make them happen.
That sentiment has everything to do with filmmaking.
Through the whole process of making Charm City, even when I was winging it, I was still in the driver's seat, and I had some great people around me as my safety net, so I was never completely at a loss. Outside of my comfort zone now and then, but nothing like today, standing alone in front of that camera. My voice was not just shaking because I was telling a sad story. I was just a big bundle of nerves.
When I finished my story, Steve stepped from behind the camera to put an arm around me and ask me if I was okay. So I think I did a decent job of being vulnerable. That is not the hard part to me, though. I'll talk about my Dad all day long and I don't care if I cry in front of people when I do. What is really hard for me is to do something in front of people, something that I don't know, and am not good at. THAT, to me, is being vulnerable. We did another exercise where we had to memorize a sort of "public service announcement". That was SO much harder, to me, than just telling a story that I knew. Mine was a "Vote Pro-Choice" commercial, and instead of saying "Hundreds of thousands of women have suffered the dangers of back alley abortions," I kept saying, "Hundreds of thousands of women have suffered the dangers of back YARD abortions." Like it's something you'd do at the neighborhood barbeque. Sheesh.
I felt very hot, like my face was turning very red, and my voice, to me, sounded as shaky as it had on the first test. But when Steve played back our bits to us, I was surprised to see that it didn't look nearly as bad as it FELT. I can't say that it was fun (though I am hoping that by next week it will be), but it served its purpose. I'm determined to conquer this thing.
The class is taught by Steve Yeager, and one of the reasons I signed up for it is because I have heard his name a lot in certain circles, and I always see him attending or speaking at film festivals and such. Wednesday evening I got an email from him saying I needed to prepare a 2-minute monologue for class on Saturday. I couldn't get anywhere near that on Thursday because we were filming our last (if there is a God) day of pick-ups for Juju. I was meeting up with friends late afternoon on Friday, so that gave me only a couple hours to find or write something and commit it to memory.
At first I was going to do a bit from the movie "Beautiful Girls", when Rosie O'Donnell's character reads her guy friends the riot act about fantasizing about silicone-filled Playboy models and not giving "real" women a chance. It's a good little speech, funny but true, and a movie moment that sticks in my head, so why not? I found the monologue of it online very easily and had it down pretty quickly. Something was bugging me about it, though.
I ran it by Eric via email, he thought it was okay but used the word "feminist". Hmm. Nothing wrong with being a feminist, but those sorts of rants do turn off a lot of people, and I didn't want anyone tuning out due to the content, even if the context was funny.
So I dug a little deeper in my video collection, much of which is old Silver Screen stuff, and I wanted something more contemporary so it would feel more natural. I saw my VHS tape of "Come Back to the 5 & Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean." I love this movie, so much so that I also at some point bought the play script of it. I dug that up, too, and started flipping through it to see if there was anything I could use. I found the part where Sissy (played by Cher), the busty and boisterous sexpot of the group, comes clean about a secret that she has managed to keep for three years - she had to have a double-masectomy, and her husband that she liked to brag on so much left her in the aftermath.
I liked this one better for a lot of reasons. Once I started thinking about delivering my monologue from the side of the Director or Casting Agent, the "Beautiful Girls" piece just wasn't good enough. First off, I found it too easily, which to me says it is used a lot. When I attended the Stonehenge auditions (searching for cast for Charm City) in May, there were some monologues that I saw 5 or 6 times that day! When you do that, to me at least it says that you didn't put a lot of thought into your choice, you chose something safe, and you only end up having the casting agent (consciously or subconsciously) compare you against the other people who had the same monologue. And if you weren't the one who did it best, sianora.
Secondly, it didn't have much depth, and no range. Just straight up sarcastic comedy. While the "Jimmy Dean" piece started off with Sissy being very strong, a little angry even, then dissolving in her own vulnerability, but finally coming out on top and being able to laugh about it. It is really hard to find something that packs all that into 2 or 3 minutes! I ran it by Eric, and he liked this one better, too. "People like stories about boobs," he said. "Even when they're sad
I searched online and couldn't find it anywhere, so I copied the text from the script myself and got to work on it. I got it down in time for Happy Hour, and woke up this morning reciting it before I got out of bed, and over and over in the shower. I was as set as I was going to be.
So of course we didn't do monologues today. Seemed only one other person in the class got the memo. Oh, well. No biggie. Good practice for memorization.
There are several reasons why I decided to take this class. First off was the opportunity to work with Steve Yeager. Secondly, I felt it would help me with my directing to get the actors point of view (POV, for those of you looking to pick up the movie lingo :) ). Thirdly, I wanted just another taste of the acting thing for kicks, but mostly I took this class to push myself out of my comfort zone, which it surely did.
In almost any situation I am as cool as a cucumber, and in general I feel there's "nothing I can't handle". But my Achilles Heel has always been and continues to be public speaking, and I am determined to get over that.
Day One did push me, a lot. The first exercise we did is what Steve referred to as a "personalization". Just talking directly to the camera for 2 minutes, telling a personal (true) story about something that affected or changed your life. My classmates had some compelling stories, from drug addiction to first loves to near-death experiences. I talked about my father's death. I'll tell you what I told the camera.
My Dad died five years ago, of pancreatic cancer, at the ripe old age of 56. I was able to spend the last five weeks of his life with him. I was often trapped in his little two-room house in Florida, alone, for much of that time. I didn't have a car and relied on my brother to drive me back and forth to the hospice after he got off work every day. The house wasn't walking distance from anywhere, so all I could do all day was eat spaghetti and watch movies and football until my brother came to get me . I got so bored that I cleaned every square inch of the house. And in every drawer, in the closets and cupboards, manila envelopes in his filing cabinets and shoeboxes in his closet, I found Camel Cash - little "dollars" they used to put in every pack of Camel cigarettes. My Dad was a 2-pack a day guy.
I organized and counted them - eight THOUSAND dollars of Camel Cash. That is 160,000 cigarettes. At the hospice I asked, "Daddy, why do you have all this Camel Cash? Why haven't you traded it in?" Dad had gotten things like pool cues, leather jackets, ashtrays over the years by saving up these things. He said, "They started giving bigger prizes. I almost have enough saved for a trip to Vegas."
Of course, Dad never got to take that trip, because the cigarettes killed him first.
At this point in my personalization, both my voice and I were shaking and it was touch and go as to whether or not I would actually cry. But I wrapped it up.
I can't tell you how angry that makes me. But it made me more determined to live my life, the way I had already been living it, the way I will always live it: I don't wait for rainy days. I make things happen. I don't wait for things to happen to me. I make them happen.
That sentiment has everything to do with filmmaking.
Through the whole process of making Charm City, even when I was winging it, I was still in the driver's seat, and I had some great people around me as my safety net, so I was never completely at a loss. Outside of my comfort zone now and then, but nothing like today, standing alone in front of that camera. My voice was not just shaking because I was telling a sad story. I was just a big bundle of nerves.
When I finished my story, Steve stepped from behind the camera to put an arm around me and ask me if I was okay. So I think I did a decent job of being vulnerable. That is not the hard part to me, though. I'll talk about my Dad all day long and I don't care if I cry in front of people when I do. What is really hard for me is to do something in front of people, something that I don't know, and am not good at. THAT, to me, is being vulnerable. We did another exercise where we had to memorize a sort of "public service announcement". That was SO much harder, to me, than just telling a story that I knew. Mine was a "Vote Pro-Choice" commercial, and instead of saying "Hundreds of thousands of women have suffered the dangers of back alley abortions," I kept saying, "Hundreds of thousands of women have suffered the dangers of back YARD abortions." Like it's something you'd do at the neighborhood barbeque. Sheesh.
I felt very hot, like my face was turning very red, and my voice, to me, sounded as shaky as it had on the first test. But when Steve played back our bits to us, I was surprised to see that it didn't look nearly as bad as it FELT. I can't say that it was fun (though I am hoping that by next week it will be), but it served its purpose. I'm determined to conquer this thing.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Recovery Checklist
Internet up here is spotty at best. I have access for a few minutes here and there, then it fades just as I am about to send an email or something, so I will keep this short.
Recommended items to speed recovery after shooting a feature-length film:
1. Dogs (squeezable, and they won't hold it against you when you are cranky and unbearable)
2. Convertible
3. Gorgeous weather
4. Friend with real estate in a desirable location
5. Unlimited access to said real estate
6. Nice restaurant near said real estate
7. Outlet shopping near said real estate
8. At least one credit card you have not maxed out on the feature-length film, to be used at said restaurant and outlets
9. Box of wine
I am pretty well set.
Back to Baltimore and on to the next film tomorrow. I have been hired as Production Manager on a film titled, "Juju," which starts production on Monday. It is a paying gig, which should just about cover the 2-3 days of pick-up shots that I need to schedule with Michelle to complete my own film, as well as the damage I did at the outlets today. But hey, I am going to be one well-dressed Production Manager!
Recommended items to speed recovery after shooting a feature-length film:
1. Dogs (squeezable, and they won't hold it against you when you are cranky and unbearable)
2. Convertible
3. Gorgeous weather
4. Friend with real estate in a desirable location
5. Unlimited access to said real estate
6. Nice restaurant near said real estate
7. Outlet shopping near said real estate
8. At least one credit card you have not maxed out on the feature-length film, to be used at said restaurant and outlets
9. Box of wine
I am pretty well set.
Back to Baltimore and on to the next film tomorrow. I have been hired as Production Manager on a film titled, "Juju," which starts production on Monday. It is a paying gig, which should just about cover the 2-3 days of pick-up shots that I need to schedule with Michelle to complete my own film, as well as the damage I did at the outlets today. But hey, I am going to be one well-dressed Production Manager!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Still Alive
And that is all that I have the energy to write. Last day of filming tomorrow. Wrap party Friday. 9pm-close at the Wind-Up Space, 12 West North Avenue. See you there...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Table Read
What a great day. This afternoon, the entire ensemble got together for a "table read" of the script from start to finish. I probably should not have scheduled this the day before a holiday weekend, as the people who had to travel the furthest to be here got stuck in DC beltway traffic. But everyone made it.
To call this cast eclectic would be an understatement. Their range in age, ethnicity, and pure style blend together beautifully, and truly capture the diversity that, to me, personifies Baltimore.
Everyone jumped in with their ideas and suggestions to tweak the script. It is important to me that everyone have their say, and take ownership of their characters. The collaborative effort absolutely made the script stronger and funnier. And I think the actors appreciated being asked their opinions, and knowing that their voices were heard.
One of the things that surprised me when I started wedging my way into the microcosm that is filmmaking is how poorly actors are often treated, and how willing they still are to do things for cheap or free. To many directors and producers, actors fall pretty far down on the list of priorities, after gear, locations, and well below film crew. Of course, any of those things can make or break your film. But so can acting, of course! It doesn't make good business sense to treat them like cattle. Not to me, anyway. I don't want to be that director.
Today's reading brought it home to me, and I think to the cast as well, that this is really happening, we are really doing this. And not only that, but we are going to do it very well, and have a great time while working our asses off. We had a lot of laughs today, and the natural chemistry that surrounded the table let me know that the tough choices I have had to make so far were the right ones.
In a nutshell, I could not possibly be happier with the way things are going. Tomorrow I am driving to my secret retreat in the Poconos, to spend the holiday weekend alone (well, I'm taking my dogs with me), rewriting the script to incorporate the changes we made today, and to start plotting out the rehearsal and production schedules. But tonight, I am just going to enjoy the moment, the sweet satisfaction of a productive day, and I am going to sleep like a baby.
To call this cast eclectic would be an understatement. Their range in age, ethnicity, and pure style blend together beautifully, and truly capture the diversity that, to me, personifies Baltimore.
Everyone jumped in with their ideas and suggestions to tweak the script. It is important to me that everyone have their say, and take ownership of their characters. The collaborative effort absolutely made the script stronger and funnier. And I think the actors appreciated being asked their opinions, and knowing that their voices were heard.
One of the things that surprised me when I started wedging my way into the microcosm that is filmmaking is how poorly actors are often treated, and how willing they still are to do things for cheap or free. To many directors and producers, actors fall pretty far down on the list of priorities, after gear, locations, and well below film crew. Of course, any of those things can make or break your film. But so can acting, of course! It doesn't make good business sense to treat them like cattle. Not to me, anyway. I don't want to be that director.
Today's reading brought it home to me, and I think to the cast as well, that this is really happening, we are really doing this. And not only that, but we are going to do it very well, and have a great time while working our asses off. We had a lot of laughs today, and the natural chemistry that surrounded the table let me know that the tough choices I have had to make so far were the right ones.
In a nutshell, I could not possibly be happier with the way things are going. Tomorrow I am driving to my secret retreat in the Poconos, to spend the holiday weekend alone (well, I'm taking my dogs with me), rewriting the script to incorporate the changes we made today, and to start plotting out the rehearsal and production schedules. But tonight, I am just going to enjoy the moment, the sweet satisfaction of a productive day, and I am going to sleep like a baby.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Lessons Learned
Note to self: Before starting next movie, have boyfriend (or at a minimum, boy toy) at my disposal for massage and other stress-relieving tasks.
I'm better today, but yesterday everything caught up with me and I was sore and exhausted from tip to toe. Last week I tackled the monumental task of ripping out my studio/frame shop down to the bare walls, painting every square inch of this 15 x 20 room including the painstakingly detailed trim (this entailed me sitting cross-legged in a deep windowsill for hours at a time), and reassembling it as my new office, or as I like to call it, my Movie Lair. It was well worth it, though. Now I have a bright, clean, huge, cheerful space to work in, and since I will be spending the greater part of the next six months in this room, it is highly beneficial that these surroundings are pleasant and comfortable. It has two 8-foot tables for my work space, a dining room table and chairs for meeting space, and of course, a Casting Couch ;)
It really did turn out great. The walls are a pale but sunny yellow, the trim a textured dark olive. That rug that I bought at Home Depot looks fantastic in here, the perfect colors. I arranged all my framed black & white movie star photos in a perfect balance around the room to watch over me while I work. These are the people from the movies I love most, Katherine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Clark Gable, Greta Garbo, Jimmy Stewart, and of course, my absolute hero, Mae West. She is the only one in color in the room, a gigantic poster of her on a hot pink background wearing a black wide-brimmed go-to-hell hat.
In 1935, Mae West was the highest-paid woman in America. Some might say, "Yes, but not that many woman were in the work force in 1935." Well, that just makes it all the more impressive! She wrote most of the movies she starred in, and called all the shots regarding who she worked with. She hand-picked Cary Grant for her film, "I'm No Angel," (and often claimed to have "discovered" him, which he disputed). This is one of the rare (and it was the last) films where you can see Grant portrayed as the pursuer rather than the one being pursued. West, of course, gave herself all the best lines.
Having grown up in Vaudeville (she was known as "the Baby Vamp"), of course she had no college education, but she had savvy. She used all the natural weapons at her disposal, and combining her brains and her sexuality, who could have stopped her?
I think in a way she left herself behind to get ahead, and for all her groundbreaking success, she died in a rather lonely manner. But she was the first of her kind, and I don't think she can really be criticized for trying to uphold her own image of sexual and emotional independence. In those very early days of the industry, if she took her eye off the ball for a second, she might be at the mercy of the studios, as many actors (such as Grant) often found themselves, just to make ends meet and stay working. Can you imagine Mae West being reduced to playing a dumb blonde or a boss-chasing secretary? No way.
So here she is in my Movie Lair, smiling coyly over her shoulder, on a poster that bears her name OVER the movie title in letters four-and-a-half times the size (I measured) of Cary Grant's name BELOW the title.
In other words, "Get to work, Jeanie."
I'm better today, but yesterday everything caught up with me and I was sore and exhausted from tip to toe. Last week I tackled the monumental task of ripping out my studio/frame shop down to the bare walls, painting every square inch of this 15 x 20 room including the painstakingly detailed trim (this entailed me sitting cross-legged in a deep windowsill for hours at a time), and reassembling it as my new office, or as I like to call it, my Movie Lair. It was well worth it, though. Now I have a bright, clean, huge, cheerful space to work in, and since I will be spending the greater part of the next six months in this room, it is highly beneficial that these surroundings are pleasant and comfortable. It has two 8-foot tables for my work space, a dining room table and chairs for meeting space, and of course, a Casting Couch ;)
It really did turn out great. The walls are a pale but sunny yellow, the trim a textured dark olive. That rug that I bought at Home Depot looks fantastic in here, the perfect colors. I arranged all my framed black & white movie star photos in a perfect balance around the room to watch over me while I work. These are the people from the movies I love most, Katherine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Clark Gable, Greta Garbo, Jimmy Stewart, and of course, my absolute hero, Mae West. She is the only one in color in the room, a gigantic poster of her on a hot pink background wearing a black wide-brimmed go-to-hell hat.
In 1935, Mae West was the highest-paid woman in America. Some might say, "Yes, but not that many woman were in the work force in 1935." Well, that just makes it all the more impressive! She wrote most of the movies she starred in, and called all the shots regarding who she worked with. She hand-picked Cary Grant for her film, "I'm No Angel," (and often claimed to have "discovered" him, which he disputed). This is one of the rare (and it was the last) films where you can see Grant portrayed as the pursuer rather than the one being pursued. West, of course, gave herself all the best lines.
Having grown up in Vaudeville (she was known as "the Baby Vamp"), of course she had no college education, but she had savvy. She used all the natural weapons at her disposal, and combining her brains and her sexuality, who could have stopped her?
I think in a way she left herself behind to get ahead, and for all her groundbreaking success, she died in a rather lonely manner. But she was the first of her kind, and I don't think she can really be criticized for trying to uphold her own image of sexual and emotional independence. In those very early days of the industry, if she took her eye off the ball for a second, she might be at the mercy of the studios, as many actors (such as Grant) often found themselves, just to make ends meet and stay working. Can you imagine Mae West being reduced to playing a dumb blonde or a boss-chasing secretary? No way.
So here she is in my Movie Lair, smiling coyly over her shoulder, on a poster that bears her name OVER the movie title in letters four-and-a-half times the size (I measured) of Cary Grant's name BELOW the title.
In other words, "Get to work, Jeanie."
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Shortest Report Ever
Between 6:00pm Friday night and 9:00pm tonight (Sunday) I worked a bit over 32 hours assisting on a short indie film. Must. Sleep. Now.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Breaking Down
Don't worry, that's a good thing! Starting to really get to the meat of the matter. I am still in the VERY early stages of it, as the script is not, "locked," yet. "Locked," is when you finally say, that's it, the script has been through a million rewrites, through so many tweaks, trims, and tucks it would put Joan Rivers to shame, and that is about as good as it is going to get. That is when you have the "shooting script," and you can start breaking down the script, scene by scene, so that you can map out to the last detail what you are going to be doing, when, where, and with whom, once the cameras are rolling. That is "pre-production", along with a gaJILLION other details. For example, where exactly you are going to get those cameras. Or, more likely, camerA.
I am trying not to get ahead of myself, but this is how my brain works, how I problem-solve. It is not that different from what I have done in the hotel or restaurant business, or in the art circuit, organizing group exhibits. It is organization that requires extremely holistic thinking, and I find that if I let it stew in the back of my head, things start falling into place in my sub-conscious, and then when I am ready to set them to paper it flows a lot easier.
A one-day shoot takes weeks (and depending on the shoot, possibly months) of planning. Think of it this way: If you have ever been any part of a wedding, you know how involved it can be. In theory, it is an event that lasts, what, 6 hours including the ceremony, driving from the ceremony to the reception, then the reception. Right? HAH!
The Bride and Groom are your stars. The wedding party are your supporting cast. The guests are your extras. The mothers of the Bride and Groom are often your Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears. They can be really valuable if they focus on the task at hand, but often they can be your problem children.
There are so many things that have to be planned, just like on a movie set. There is an agenda to be followed, lines to be spoken, and so many things that can go wrong. Costumes! Make-up! Music! Locations! Even photography and lighting. And don't forget the all-important catering. Tensions rise as blood sugar drops. And many a nervous Bride has hit the floor after forgetting to eat that morning.
Also, like on a low-budget movie, whoever is organizing the whole to-do (= producer) has probably roped a lot of people into doing a lot of things for free that in reality, they don't have the time or desire to do. So you have to also worry about (a) making sure those people don't drop the ball, and (b) making sure they know how much they are appreciated.
Going from ceremony site to reception site = changing locations. Another CRUCIAL thing to think about when breaking down the script. In scene two, Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's house, in scene twelve, Grandma is dead and the wake is at her place. Guess what - you're shooting those scenes back to back, in the same day, to save time, money, and aggravation. But you still have to deal with costume changes, redressing the set, and getting everyone in the cast to go from cheerful to mopey.
So many people besides the Bride & Groom to think of...the Officiant, the florist, the caterers, the photographer, the make-up artist, the hairdresser, the limo driver, the band... you get the idea. Even who you are going to ask to drag all the presents from the reception to the house, who's going to do something with the flowers, who saved a piece of wedding cake to freeze, did someone tip the priest? It doesn't just end when the open bar closes.
You get the idea. Now think of planning a DIFFERENT wedding every day for 10 to 15 days straight. Boggles the mind, doesn't it?
It does. But when you break it all down, into little, manageable pieces, it becomes...manageable. It is nothing more, and nothing less, than an enormous, difficult, challenging, mind-boggling, intimidating, and manageable jigsaw puzzle. And I, for one, am entirely and unequivocally PSYCHED.
I am trying not to get ahead of myself, but this is how my brain works, how I problem-solve. It is not that different from what I have done in the hotel or restaurant business, or in the art circuit, organizing group exhibits. It is organization that requires extremely holistic thinking, and I find that if I let it stew in the back of my head, things start falling into place in my sub-conscious, and then when I am ready to set them to paper it flows a lot easier.
A one-day shoot takes weeks (and depending on the shoot, possibly months) of planning. Think of it this way: If you have ever been any part of a wedding, you know how involved it can be. In theory, it is an event that lasts, what, 6 hours including the ceremony, driving from the ceremony to the reception, then the reception. Right? HAH!
The Bride and Groom are your stars. The wedding party are your supporting cast. The guests are your extras. The mothers of the Bride and Groom are often your Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears. They can be really valuable if they focus on the task at hand, but often they can be your problem children.
There are so many things that have to be planned, just like on a movie set. There is an agenda to be followed, lines to be spoken, and so many things that can go wrong. Costumes! Make-up! Music! Locations! Even photography and lighting. And don't forget the all-important catering. Tensions rise as blood sugar drops. And many a nervous Bride has hit the floor after forgetting to eat that morning.
Also, like on a low-budget movie, whoever is organizing the whole to-do (= producer) has probably roped a lot of people into doing a lot of things for free that in reality, they don't have the time or desire to do. So you have to also worry about (a) making sure those people don't drop the ball, and (b) making sure they know how much they are appreciated.
Going from ceremony site to reception site = changing locations. Another CRUCIAL thing to think about when breaking down the script. In scene two, Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's house, in scene twelve, Grandma is dead and the wake is at her place. Guess what - you're shooting those scenes back to back, in the same day, to save time, money, and aggravation. But you still have to deal with costume changes, redressing the set, and getting everyone in the cast to go from cheerful to mopey.
So many people besides the Bride & Groom to think of...the Officiant, the florist, the caterers, the photographer, the make-up artist, the hairdresser, the limo driver, the band... you get the idea. Even who you are going to ask to drag all the presents from the reception to the house, who's going to do something with the flowers, who saved a piece of wedding cake to freeze, did someone tip the priest? It doesn't just end when the open bar closes.
You get the idea. Now think of planning a DIFFERENT wedding every day for 10 to 15 days straight. Boggles the mind, doesn't it?
It does. But when you break it all down, into little, manageable pieces, it becomes...manageable. It is nothing more, and nothing less, than an enormous, difficult, challenging, mind-boggling, intimidating, and manageable jigsaw puzzle. And I, for one, am entirely and unequivocally PSYCHED.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Rah! Rah! Rah!
I apologize for being a bad blogger this month. The last couple weeks have been sort of tough. Blogging from internet cafes in Paris wouldn't have been much fun, as (a)it would have been quite expensive, and (b) on French keyboards, you have to SHIFT every time you want to use a period! What is that about? It's not like they use periods less often than we do. Makes no sense at all.
I did get some good writing done in France, but I haven't been able to focus much since getting back to the States. I was in a bit of a funk but I am finally pulling out of it. You see, just before I left town I had good news on top of good news. One friend offered to invest $1K in my film, and another friend offered $10K and another friend offered about $25K! Include racking up my credit cards, I'm up to about $50K, half of the $100K I was aiming for! I thought I was on a roll and could not be stopped, and money follows money and the second $50K would be even easier to wrangle up. But that has not been the case. And I think I may have all the cash I am going to get for the film.
Which is a LOT. I have to keep telling myself that. Most independent filmmakers don't start off with a fraction of what I have pulled together. But I always aim high, so sometimes I beat myself up a little.
At the moment, the toughest part isn't even the money, it is being my own cheerleader. While getting away for a couple weeks was good in some ways and great in others, it also gave me perhaps a little TOO much perspective. I'm making a MOVIE. That is HUGE. Just watch the entire list of credits at the end of any given film and try to wrap your mind around how someone pulled that off. It is really overwhelming, and I have been thinking about that too much.
What I need to be thinking about, is that, huge or not, people do this every day. And I am really far ahead of the game when it comes down to it. I have a solid script. It still needs work, but it just keeps getting better, and I am closing in on that elusive "shooting script," the final version that happens when I stop rewriting and decide that that is as good as it gets. I have a good budget, even if it is half of what I was aiming for. And I have wriggled my way into the business and social circles of some very talented local filmmakers who have proved to be a wealth of experience, advice, connections, and support. And on top of that, they are very cool, funny people that I would want to hang out with even if they weren't filmmakers!
I was out to dinner with a very creative group of friends last night, and that is one of a few recent happenings that has refreshed and energized me. Somehow the conversation turned to the subject of tattoos. Only one of the four of us has a tattoo, and I am the only one of the four of us who doesn't plan on getting one. Years ago when I got divorced, I decided I wanted one, just to give my family something to talk about other than my divorce. I also decided I wanted to date a biker, for the same reason. Neither thing happened. My office-mate at the time, Josette, talked me out of the tattoo. "Jeanie," she said, "Think about it. No matter where you put that tattoo on your body, 40 years from now, it's gonna sag." Eww. Needles and blood make me pass out anyway. So, the tattoo was out. And my Harley-man never appeared. Probably all for the best.
Director/Consultant Sean has a tattoo that I really like, though. Just below his elbow on the inside of his left arm is a single word: MAINTAIN. It is a good reminder, and invaluable advice.
Time to get back to work.
I did get some good writing done in France, but I haven't been able to focus much since getting back to the States. I was in a bit of a funk but I am finally pulling out of it. You see, just before I left town I had good news on top of good news. One friend offered to invest $1K in my film, and another friend offered $10K and another friend offered about $25K! Include racking up my credit cards, I'm up to about $50K, half of the $100K I was aiming for! I thought I was on a roll and could not be stopped, and money follows money and the second $50K would be even easier to wrangle up. But that has not been the case. And I think I may have all the cash I am going to get for the film.
Which is a LOT. I have to keep telling myself that. Most independent filmmakers don't start off with a fraction of what I have pulled together. But I always aim high, so sometimes I beat myself up a little.
At the moment, the toughest part isn't even the money, it is being my own cheerleader. While getting away for a couple weeks was good in some ways and great in others, it also gave me perhaps a little TOO much perspective. I'm making a MOVIE. That is HUGE. Just watch the entire list of credits at the end of any given film and try to wrap your mind around how someone pulled that off. It is really overwhelming, and I have been thinking about that too much.
What I need to be thinking about, is that, huge or not, people do this every day. And I am really far ahead of the game when it comes down to it. I have a solid script. It still needs work, but it just keeps getting better, and I am closing in on that elusive "shooting script," the final version that happens when I stop rewriting and decide that that is as good as it gets. I have a good budget, even if it is half of what I was aiming for. And I have wriggled my way into the business and social circles of some very talented local filmmakers who have proved to be a wealth of experience, advice, connections, and support. And on top of that, they are very cool, funny people that I would want to hang out with even if they weren't filmmakers!
I was out to dinner with a very creative group of friends last night, and that is one of a few recent happenings that has refreshed and energized me. Somehow the conversation turned to the subject of tattoos. Only one of the four of us has a tattoo, and I am the only one of the four of us who doesn't plan on getting one. Years ago when I got divorced, I decided I wanted one, just to give my family something to talk about other than my divorce. I also decided I wanted to date a biker, for the same reason. Neither thing happened. My office-mate at the time, Josette, talked me out of the tattoo. "Jeanie," she said, "Think about it. No matter where you put that tattoo on your body, 40 years from now, it's gonna sag." Eww. Needles and blood make me pass out anyway. So, the tattoo was out. And my Harley-man never appeared. Probably all for the best.
Director/Consultant Sean has a tattoo that I really like, though. Just below his elbow on the inside of his left arm is a single word: MAINTAIN. It is a good reminder, and invaluable advice.
Time to get back to work.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Baby
I managed to get the rewrite done in time to ship off the script to a screenwriting contest right here in Baltimore. The prize money is not a lot compared to some other, large competitions, but to come in the top three would lend the project some good cred and help me make some more local contacts.
I have accomplished a LOT in the last 10 days, some of which I can't go into quite yet. I'm having, "a moment," though. Probably just sleep deprivation with a touch of PMS, it will pass. I have lined up a lot of my ducks in the last week and a half. But there are a lot of them still waddling around aimlessly, and I want them all in place RIGHT NOW!!! But you know how ducks are.
The handful of people who have read the script are all telling me the same good things, and with each rewrite, fewer not-so-good things, so that is encouraging. I've chosen these people carefully, so that I have a broad critique. Some are people I know will look more at the structure than the emotion of the story, my "Mr. Spock"s. Some are cinephiles who see way more movies than I do and therefore have an incredible basis of comparison. A couple are people that I based certain characters on. And some are people in the industry. Those are the people I get the most notes from, as they are the people who know if what I am visualizing in my head will come across on the screen.
Those in the business of making films, whether they are writers, producers, directors, actors, crew, they all use the same jargon, and the phrase I hear most often is, "the Baby."
The Baby can refer to your script as a whole; for example, if you don't produce the film yourself but sell your story, and the people who buy it make so many changes that it is nearly unrecognizable, that's when they, "take your Baby away from you." Or the Baby (also sometimes called "your children")can mean your own(as the person who wrote it) favorite scenes, the scenes or lines that you feel are the funniest or most touching - that sometimes never see the light of day, let alone the darkness of a movie theater. If it doesn't move the story along, it has got to go. Cut it out, chop it up, lop it off.
So that's what I did, one of the many things I did, this week. There was a scene near the beginning of the script that I thought was pretty funny, and everyone who read it thought so, too. But the script was 20 pages too long and this three-page scene, funny or not, was two pages too long. Two of the main characters visit a character we never see again in the film. The cameo character does help set up some of the subplots, so I didn't want to lose her altogether. But in the original version, the audience learns quickly that she is a bit nuts. She says something strange. Then she says something absurd. Then she says something completely delusional. They were great lines! Okay, maybe they were just good lines. But people who read them remembered them, people who read them laughed. I didn't want to do it, but...I could get all the information I needed across in one or two lines and actions, not two pages. So. CHOP, there goes a finger, CHOP there goes a toe, HACK HACK HACK, come on now, the Baby doesn't really need both arms when one will do, right?
And when you are done, you think, "That's it," you think the script is as best as it can be, you think you couldn't possibly cut another line or scene. Unfortunately, this is not the case at all. But you need some time to accept that reality. So you set it aside for a month or so and get some other things done to keep yourself on the path, you wrangle a few more ducks into single-file, you have a couple more people read the latest incarnation of the screenplay, you get more notes...and then you go back and do it again.
The Baby is, indeed, keeping me up nights. I've never had much trouble with insomnia until now. I worry about the Baby constantly. How am I going to pay for the Baby? Will I be able to make sure the Baby is truly mine, will it look and sound and express itself like I would? I know it will be influenced by a lot of factors along the way, and it won't truly be mine alone. But can I keep it from ending up as an ugly bastard? I have met and continue to meet so many people who are being so very generous and helpful with their time, their experience, and in some cases even their cash. I know I am going to meet so many more, it makes me wonder if among these people, one, or more, of them come to the forefront and end up being the person or persons that let me crush their hand in mine and coach me through those little "Hee-hee-hoo-hoo," breathing excercises when it comes time for this thing to finally pop out there into the world.
But as much stress as the Baby causes me, it is already bringing me great joy. People who know me well have commented on this, they see an energy in me that has been dormant for ages. On the days after I'm able to get to sleep before three a.m., I think I might even glow a little bit. Today is not one of those days. The Baby kept me up all night. But I managed to check a few little things off the list today. It's been a big week. I'm going to take the evening off. The good thing about this Baby - no danger of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome :)
I have accomplished a LOT in the last 10 days, some of which I can't go into quite yet. I'm having, "a moment," though. Probably just sleep deprivation with a touch of PMS, it will pass. I have lined up a lot of my ducks in the last week and a half. But there are a lot of them still waddling around aimlessly, and I want them all in place RIGHT NOW!!! But you know how ducks are.
The handful of people who have read the script are all telling me the same good things, and with each rewrite, fewer not-so-good things, so that is encouraging. I've chosen these people carefully, so that I have a broad critique. Some are people I know will look more at the structure than the emotion of the story, my "Mr. Spock"s. Some are cinephiles who see way more movies than I do and therefore have an incredible basis of comparison. A couple are people that I based certain characters on. And some are people in the industry. Those are the people I get the most notes from, as they are the people who know if what I am visualizing in my head will come across on the screen.
Those in the business of making films, whether they are writers, producers, directors, actors, crew, they all use the same jargon, and the phrase I hear most often is, "the Baby."
The Baby can refer to your script as a whole; for example, if you don't produce the film yourself but sell your story, and the people who buy it make so many changes that it is nearly unrecognizable, that's when they, "take your Baby away from you." Or the Baby (also sometimes called "your children")can mean your own(as the person who wrote it) favorite scenes, the scenes or lines that you feel are the funniest or most touching - that sometimes never see the light of day, let alone the darkness of a movie theater. If it doesn't move the story along, it has got to go. Cut it out, chop it up, lop it off.
So that's what I did, one of the many things I did, this week. There was a scene near the beginning of the script that I thought was pretty funny, and everyone who read it thought so, too. But the script was 20 pages too long and this three-page scene, funny or not, was two pages too long. Two of the main characters visit a character we never see again in the film. The cameo character does help set up some of the subplots, so I didn't want to lose her altogether. But in the original version, the audience learns quickly that she is a bit nuts. She says something strange. Then she says something absurd. Then she says something completely delusional. They were great lines! Okay, maybe they were just good lines. But people who read them remembered them, people who read them laughed. I didn't want to do it, but...I could get all the information I needed across in one or two lines and actions, not two pages. So. CHOP, there goes a finger, CHOP there goes a toe, HACK HACK HACK, come on now, the Baby doesn't really need both arms when one will do, right?
And when you are done, you think, "That's it," you think the script is as best as it can be, you think you couldn't possibly cut another line or scene. Unfortunately, this is not the case at all. But you need some time to accept that reality. So you set it aside for a month or so and get some other things done to keep yourself on the path, you wrangle a few more ducks into single-file, you have a couple more people read the latest incarnation of the screenplay, you get more notes...and then you go back and do it again.
The Baby is, indeed, keeping me up nights. I've never had much trouble with insomnia until now. I worry about the Baby constantly. How am I going to pay for the Baby? Will I be able to make sure the Baby is truly mine, will it look and sound and express itself like I would? I know it will be influenced by a lot of factors along the way, and it won't truly be mine alone. But can I keep it from ending up as an ugly bastard? I have met and continue to meet so many people who are being so very generous and helpful with their time, their experience, and in some cases even their cash. I know I am going to meet so many more, it makes me wonder if among these people, one, or more, of them come to the forefront and end up being the person or persons that let me crush their hand in mine and coach me through those little "Hee-hee-hoo-hoo," breathing excercises when it comes time for this thing to finally pop out there into the world.
But as much stress as the Baby causes me, it is already bringing me great joy. People who know me well have commented on this, they see an energy in me that has been dormant for ages. On the days after I'm able to get to sleep before three a.m., I think I might even glow a little bit. Today is not one of those days. The Baby kept me up all night. But I managed to check a few little things off the list today. It's been a big week. I'm going to take the evening off. The good thing about this Baby - no danger of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome :)
Friday, January 11, 2008
Liked vs. $$$
I was folding mountains of sheets at my glamorous day job (managing a bed & breakfast) yesterday, listening to a Liz Phair CD that I had forgotten I had. One line of a song stood out to me in particular:
"It's nice
to be liked
but it's better, by far,
to get paid."
Liz Phair is quite the sage.
That isn't, for me, what it ALL comes down to, as far as making this film is concerned. But it is what MOST of it comes down to.
Dont get me wrong, I absolutely appreciate art-for-art's-sake. My own example: when my brother and I were cleaning out my father's house, after he died of cancer a few years ago, we found (I counted it) over $8,000 - in Camel Cash. Dad was a 2-pack-a-day guy. He was saving up for a trip to Vegas. That's how these cigarette companies get you - they must calculate how many packs will kill you, then double that for the number of Camel Cash dollars you will need to cash in for the big prize, so they never actually have to pay! Needless to say, when my father died, I was pissed. Pretty much at everyone, but no one more so than the tobacco companies. At first I looked at their catalog - I had enough Camel Cash for a stereo. But I couldn't do it. It was blood money.
So I used the Camel Cash to manifest a picture that I saw in my head, in the form of a 5' x 5' painting/collage. I patiently pasted almost one thousand Camel Cash dollars to the canvas, one by one. They formed the waves of the ocean, where my brother and I placed our father's ashes.
I showed the painting in several exhibits, and it generated a lot of interest. But I did not price it. It was not, and is not, for sale.
So, I understand the need just to get something out of your system. And this film is definitely that, for me. But this film is not only about me. It is about all the incredible people that I know in this city, and it is about this incredible city itself. Almost everyone I know that lives here has a love/hate relationship with Baltimore. But almost everyone I know who has moved away, has moved right back. There is something about Baltimore, and it is hard to put into words. Or at least, it is hard to put into words alone. Film, in my opinion, is the combination of all media - it is visual, it is literary, it is music, and it is motion. Overall, it is a rythmic combination of all of these forms of expression. It is a challenge.
It is also a business, and needs to be approached as such. I am as practical as I am creative. I'm not quitting my day job anytime soon. But I am working hard, and more importantly, working smart, towards my next career move.
And of course, oodles of fame and fortune and multiple Oscars. :)
"It's nice
to be liked
but it's better, by far,
to get paid."
Liz Phair is quite the sage.
That isn't, for me, what it ALL comes down to, as far as making this film is concerned. But it is what MOST of it comes down to.
Dont get me wrong, I absolutely appreciate art-for-art's-sake. My own example: when my brother and I were cleaning out my father's house, after he died of cancer a few years ago, we found (I counted it) over $8,000 - in Camel Cash. Dad was a 2-pack-a-day guy. He was saving up for a trip to Vegas. That's how these cigarette companies get you - they must calculate how many packs will kill you, then double that for the number of Camel Cash dollars you will need to cash in for the big prize, so they never actually have to pay! Needless to say, when my father died, I was pissed. Pretty much at everyone, but no one more so than the tobacco companies. At first I looked at their catalog - I had enough Camel Cash for a stereo. But I couldn't do it. It was blood money.
So I used the Camel Cash to manifest a picture that I saw in my head, in the form of a 5' x 5' painting/collage. I patiently pasted almost one thousand Camel Cash dollars to the canvas, one by one. They formed the waves of the ocean, where my brother and I placed our father's ashes.
I showed the painting in several exhibits, and it generated a lot of interest. But I did not price it. It was not, and is not, for sale.
So, I understand the need just to get something out of your system. And this film is definitely that, for me. But this film is not only about me. It is about all the incredible people that I know in this city, and it is about this incredible city itself. Almost everyone I know that lives here has a love/hate relationship with Baltimore. But almost everyone I know who has moved away, has moved right back. There is something about Baltimore, and it is hard to put into words. Or at least, it is hard to put into words alone. Film, in my opinion, is the combination of all media - it is visual, it is literary, it is music, and it is motion. Overall, it is a rythmic combination of all of these forms of expression. It is a challenge.
It is also a business, and needs to be approached as such. I am as practical as I am creative. I'm not quitting my day job anytime soon. But I am working hard, and more importantly, working smart, towards my next career move.
And of course, oodles of fame and fortune and multiple Oscars. :)
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Retreat, re-group, re-write...
Say it with me: THANK GOD the holidays are over! Don't get me wrong, both Christmas and New Year's were pretty darn good, spent with my family and friends having a good time, attending and throwing good parties and collecting some Christmas loot along the way. But I am just anxious to get down to business.
Had lunch today with Director Sean, hereafter known as Consultant Sean. I always look forward to our meetings, though by the time the check arrives, I often feel like my head is going to explode. I mean that in the best possible way. There is just so much information to absorb and it is usually coming at me at high velocity.
I have loads of research to do, but my top priority at the moment is a good overhaul of the script. It has already been through four or five rewrites, plus a lot of tweaking along the way, snippets here and there. But now I have to make some tough decisions, and cut it down by twenty to thirty pages. Some entire scenes and possibly a couple characters are going to be unceremoniously tossed. It is difficult, but it is either do it now, or have the same scenes and characters hit the cutting room floor, after wasting time, money, and film shooting them, when I know they won't make the final cut anyway. Or worse, these superfluous scenes and characters bog down my script as it is read by potential investors or producers, making it even more difficult to get off the ground because it takes too long to get to the meat of the story.
So I am heading this weekend, dogs in tow, to my friend Mikey's cabin in the Poconos. Hopefully the pipes won't be frozen, but I'll be loading up the trunk of my car with gallon jugs of water just in case. It is very peaceful there at Lake Harmony (even sounds peaceful, doesn't it?) and that should lend itself to focusing on the task at hand. So much of producing a film is about what you can beg, borrow, or barter yourself into or out of. Having a good friend who allows you access-at-will to his adorable little cabin in the middle of nowhere so you can get away from the distractions of the city is invaluable. Provided, of course, that no birds of prey snatch Timmy and Max (my Yorkies) from the back yard!
Had lunch today with Director Sean, hereafter known as Consultant Sean. I always look forward to our meetings, though by the time the check arrives, I often feel like my head is going to explode. I mean that in the best possible way. There is just so much information to absorb and it is usually coming at me at high velocity.
I have loads of research to do, but my top priority at the moment is a good overhaul of the script. It has already been through four or five rewrites, plus a lot of tweaking along the way, snippets here and there. But now I have to make some tough decisions, and cut it down by twenty to thirty pages. Some entire scenes and possibly a couple characters are going to be unceremoniously tossed. It is difficult, but it is either do it now, or have the same scenes and characters hit the cutting room floor, after wasting time, money, and film shooting them, when I know they won't make the final cut anyway. Or worse, these superfluous scenes and characters bog down my script as it is read by potential investors or producers, making it even more difficult to get off the ground because it takes too long to get to the meat of the story.
So I am heading this weekend, dogs in tow, to my friend Mikey's cabin in the Poconos. Hopefully the pipes won't be frozen, but I'll be loading up the trunk of my car with gallon jugs of water just in case. It is very peaceful there at Lake Harmony (even sounds peaceful, doesn't it?) and that should lend itself to focusing on the task at hand. So much of producing a film is about what you can beg, borrow, or barter yourself into or out of. Having a good friend who allows you access-at-will to his adorable little cabin in the middle of nowhere so you can get away from the distractions of the city is invaluable. Provided, of course, that no birds of prey snatch Timmy and Max (my Yorkies) from the back yard!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The Boring Bits
Now comes the not-so-sexy stuff. I have so much to learn, it is overwhelming. But it is also incredibly exciting. I can't remember the last time I felt this way. Maybe I never have.
Now I have to read, read, read, learn the lingo, the equipment, and the process from soup to nuts. I also have to cut about 20 pages out of the script, which is going to be difficult. "Be prepared to let go of your children," my friends who have been through this already keep telling me. It is not so easy. I am rather attached to some scenes that I know I am going to have to drop. But it doesn't matter how funny or poignant or visually stunning a scene is - if it doesn't move the story along, it has got to go.
The good news is, I may not be ahead of the game, but I am further along than I originally thought myself to be. The script is not finished, as I have a lot of cutting and tweaking to do, but it is completed and I feel it is solid. That is more than half the process in and of itself. The initial teaser is shot and the people who have seen it responded very positively. The casting process has begun. I know almost all the locations that I want to shoot and I think I can get most of them with little difficulty or expense.
But now I have to get into things like contracts and releases and insurance and accounting. I have a love/hate relationship with paper. This is the part that I really hate. But, it must be done. Back to the books!
Now I have to read, read, read, learn the lingo, the equipment, and the process from soup to nuts. I also have to cut about 20 pages out of the script, which is going to be difficult. "Be prepared to let go of your children," my friends who have been through this already keep telling me. It is not so easy. I am rather attached to some scenes that I know I am going to have to drop. But it doesn't matter how funny or poignant or visually stunning a scene is - if it doesn't move the story along, it has got to go.
The good news is, I may not be ahead of the game, but I am further along than I originally thought myself to be. The script is not finished, as I have a lot of cutting and tweaking to do, but it is completed and I feel it is solid. That is more than half the process in and of itself. The initial teaser is shot and the people who have seen it responded very positively. The casting process has begun. I know almost all the locations that I want to shoot and I think I can get most of them with little difficulty or expense.
But now I have to get into things like contracts and releases and insurance and accounting. I have a love/hate relationship with paper. This is the part that I really hate. But, it must be done. Back to the books!
Monday, December 24, 2007
It takes a mid-sized East Coast City
I am SO perma-smile right now. The party was great, as always, and there was quite a buzz going around before the big announcement and the surprise screening of the trailer. Why was this going to be the last Holiday Gala? Was I quitting my job at the hotel? Was the building being sold? Am I moving to Paris? I loved it. One of my neighbors said, "So are you pregnant, or going to jump out of the closet?" Once Sean had the screen and projecter set up, the buzz REALLY got going.
I kept it pretty simple and let the trailer speak for itself, just saying that I am going to be very busy in the coming year with my next project.
They loved it! They whooped and hollered and laughed in all the right places. I couldn't have been more pleased with the final product, and with everyone's response to it. Afterwards I was literally bombarded with offers of help to make it happen. Some people who are actors and want to get involved, others who are musicians and want to be a part of the soundtrack, everyone wanted to at least be an extra or put me in touch with other people who can help me. That is exactly what I was counting on. God Bless Smalltimore.
My buddy Kat offered herself. "So hey, if you need any, you know, hot black lesbians for the movie, let me know."
It's a film about Baltimore. OF COURSE I need hot black lesbians!!!
I kept it pretty simple and let the trailer speak for itself, just saying that I am going to be very busy in the coming year with my next project.
They loved it! They whooped and hollered and laughed in all the right places. I couldn't have been more pleased with the final product, and with everyone's response to it. Afterwards I was literally bombarded with offers of help to make it happen. Some people who are actors and want to get involved, others who are musicians and want to be a part of the soundtrack, everyone wanted to at least be an extra or put me in touch with other people who can help me. That is exactly what I was counting on. God Bless Smalltimore.
My buddy Kat offered herself. "So hey, if you need any, you know, hot black lesbians for the movie, let me know."
It's a film about Baltimore. OF COURSE I need hot black lesbians!!!
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