Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Kudos to Dad and his bountiful knowlege

I'm a musician, and to be frank, my dad is not. Not to say he doesn't like music or doesn't understand it, he just doesn't create it. Naturally, he's not one to go to for musical help.

Just yesterday, my band (The Sepiatones. We're way cool) were working on writing a song. It started simple, but as we began to work out the kinks, we were amazed at what we had just written! It was a fusion of epic guitar, Icelandic style drumming and a thumping bass lead! It may be one the the coolest songs i'd heard, and we had written it. With just one problem; we didn't have lyrics. And after an hour of pounding on the piano and getting really frusterated, I left the practice barn (yes, we practice in a barn) despondant at our lack of lyrical genius.

There I was, six hours later, laying on the floor, pounding a beat out with my feet like a kid throwing a temper tantrum spouting out random words. Needless to say I probably look a little silly to my dad who was passing by. He knew my dillemma, because it was all I had talked about for that day.
"Thinkin' of lyrics?" He asked, giving me a quizatical stare.
"Yeah, i've got nothing though." my reply reeked with a desprate tone.
"Try reading something! You can often find inspiration there," yeah right, Mr. Musician dad.
"Yeah, sure. i'll try" With that he left, and I kept pounding, getting no where. Finally, I picked up some Walt Whitman and started reading "The Open Road". And what do you know? Twenty minutes later, I had the first verse and chorus. Funny... I guess my dad knew what he was talking about!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Exporting sucks

Four years ago, I had just finished an extensive film production for our church. A near four months of shooting, writing and general goofing around finally came to a climactic close at our church's dinner theater, as The Rebourne Identity (a clever spoof off of The Bourne Identity series with a spiritual and comedic twist) finally was shown on the gym walls while our audience ate a delicious dinner. It was finished a mere four hours before its big debute, and to say the least, we were exauhsted, and decided to take on a much smaller project of the next year. With my friend and producer Paul graduating, that position fell to me. So, I sat down with my director Tracy, and we started brainstorming for some simple film ideas. One that could be shot in about a week, and edited in maybe a few days. We finally settled on parodying the old TV show, Star Trek. It was a solid and simple plan, and I started writing a script fall of 2008. We continued to edit, and after casting parts, we were ready to shoot spring break of 2009.

Yet the seeds of doom had already been sown.

At first, we had hoped to build some very simple sets for the space ship scenes. Upon realzing this might be a little too much work, we decided the simple thing to do would be to shoot on a greenscreen (which was a technology that we had absolutely no experience with). Also, we had failed to realize the Boy-Project-Productivity Law. It goes like this

[(Length of scene)(number of boys)/(amount of food on set)]*3= The amount of time you will spend shooting (in hours)

With six boys, and absolutely no food, we got absolutely nowhere. It didn't help that we were missing half the costumes. Or no one knew there lines. Or the main character (captain Quirk) didn't want to be in the film. So the film was shelved until the next year. We knew that if we got an early start, with a good cast, it couldn't take more than one month to shoot!

I have never been so wrong.

We started again the next fall, and I spent the next six months of my life chasing down actors, buying costumes, setting up greenscreen and generally having very little productivity. My skill as a producer/shoot planner was very un-honed, so production took even longer. Finally, we had the whole thing shot, and waiting for visual effects, when the night before the preformance, a hurricane of a glitch hit us; exporting. It would take nearly 24 hours to export just one scene! Adding up that we had less than that time left before we had to show it, my director and I, feeling defeated, yet again shelved the project.

The next fall, we sat down at the drawing board, looking at what we had and what was left. Seeing as we had a few months left before the show, we thought we could re-shoot all of the live action scenes (a meager 60% of the whole film.) Not to mention all the editing and post production we still had to do. Finally, after a grueling six hour final shoot, and my director and I camping out next to the computers, the film was almost ready the day of. I had to help serve dinner to all of the guests, so I was impatiently waiting for the film to be finished when I got the shocking news- an hour away from showing, the computer had crashed-while exporting!

Needless to say I was terrified that it still wouldn't be done in time, not to mention that we had never practiced the flow from film to live performance. But there he was; my director, marching in the room with computer in hand.

It was a wonderful feeling, listening to my audience laugh. Admitted, not all the jokes were laughed at, but people still loved it. I still have a kid, begging me for a copy. I can't give it to him yet, because its still not finished (the very last clip was never shot because of the film to live action flow) But we're gonna shoot it, and when we do, I'll finished it all. And I'll export it. And even if something goes wrong- we're toasting to this movie!