
So, my buddy Joe is shooting his movie right now. I told him I'd come out Saturday and help him Saturday/Sunday, 'cause I know you can always use another hand, especially one who is as experienced as I am. (read: Know It All)
Quick sidenote I've blogged about but I'll recap: There was a time when making movies was fun. Back in high school and college. You and a bunch of other like-minded people coming together to just MAKE something. To CREATE.
It was a new experience, because I'd been writing for years by that point, so I was used to creating by myself. A solitary, lonely thing that can drive you to some insane places.
And then here I am, suddenly fitting in with other people and having a good time in the pursuit of something that seemed fresh and sometimes noble, no matter how much blood and nudity was involved.
Somewhere that stopped. Making movies became about killing myself with work and worry, about finding distribution, about bullshitting people who were trying to bullshit you. It was a struggle because for the most part, being a director is waging a war by yourself.
Sure, there's other people there. You can get lucky and still find the occasional person who is there for the love.
But for the most part they're just there for the paycheck, or to network, or to stroke their ego. The second the scene's a wrap, they are gone, leaving nothing but a smoke trail and a pile of equipment to load up.
I have been trying to figure out why and when this all changed, from fun to agony, and perhaps I found a piece of the puzzle this weekend.
I showed up at the shoot on Saturday evening. A bunch of people, a crowd scene where there's an outdoor party, bonfire and all. I played an extra, hung out, and shot stills for Joe. I bullshitted with other local filmmakers and people I've known for a while.
Joe was stressing. He was pretty frazzled. Not really like him normally, so I guess some shit had gone wrong or something else was bothering him. Not sure what it was.
But he clearly wasn't happy, or having fun. And he was standing away from everybody else, pacing, deep in thought.
And I thought, "That's me on my set...he's not having fun, because there's so much
pressure on him right now..."
But as for me at his shoot, I have a blast. I have a good time the next day even though I'm sleep deprived, tired, and hungry. Lots of laughs, interesting conversations, and people who are having fun being there. (for the most part)
Back in high school and college there was no pressure at all. If what you made was shit, big deal. A couple of beers that night and you'd forget, and the next day it was back at it. To quote Jack, "Daddy's making art."
But we don't have that luxury now. We have families, money riding on the line, and other responsibilities(and that sucks, yeah)...but there's got to be a way to ease the pressure off.
So I'm gonna try to have more fun on this next flick. I already know it's gonna look better than any movie I've ever shot, and it will be far superior in directing. I've got some incredible actors at my disposable, and if they'll take a chance with me on this one I think it will pay off.
We'll see. Maybe this will be rejuvenating. I know it's no consolation, but thanks Joe!