This is a window into creation...
I am attempting to make a film with no previous experience whatsoever. I have parts of a vague script, a general idea of the thematic elements I'm looking to explore, and a camera (along with some equipment "essentials"). I expect any actors I conscript will have to work tiresome hours for free, and that I'll have to employ guerrilla tactics for most of my external shots. None of this concerns me to any great degree, even though it probably should. I'll try to write as often as I can in order to fully flesh out the whole ordeal. And hopefully, months from now, I can tunnel back through my posts with a giddy nostalgia, as opposed to feelings of regret and shame.
I am a student of film theory, but not in any professional sense. I've spent the last six years forcing movie after movie onto my senses, into my brain, watching everything from big-budget blockbusters to canonic genre pieces to eye-opening art-house classics. Given enough time, I might be able to beat some worthwhile ideas out of my head and form them into something concrete. Will that give me enough to go about making something of my own? Of course not. But maybe all I really need to do is advance my practical knowledge to a level where I change from an audience member to a competent participant. This might just be an attempt to pay back the artists who moved me, or simply a way to excise this tumor of creative ramblings that hasn't stopped growing since I began my "studies." Either way...
The blog keeps track of my progress and serves as my venue to vent and babble incoherently. Regardless of how long it takes, or how many obstacles pop up, it seems I have no choice: This is the only option that makes sense or gives me any hope to do something worthwhile.
What do we have if not a voice to shout with?
I am attempting to make a film with no previous experience whatsoever. I have parts of a vague script, a general idea of the thematic elements I'm looking to explore, and a camera (along with some equipment "essentials"). I expect any actors I conscript will have to work tiresome hours for free, and that I'll have to employ guerrilla tactics for most of my external shots. None of this concerns me to any great degree, even though it probably should. I'll try to write as often as I can in order to fully flesh out the whole ordeal. And hopefully, months from now, I can tunnel back through my posts with a giddy nostalgia, as opposed to feelings of regret and shame.
I am a student of film theory, but not in any professional sense. I've spent the last six years forcing movie after movie onto my senses, into my brain, watching everything from big-budget blockbusters to canonic genre pieces to eye-opening art-house classics. Given enough time, I might be able to beat some worthwhile ideas out of my head and form them into something concrete. Will that give me enough to go about making something of my own? Of course not. But maybe all I really need to do is advance my practical knowledge to a level where I change from an audience member to a competent participant. This might just be an attempt to pay back the artists who moved me, or simply a way to excise this tumor of creative ramblings that hasn't stopped growing since I began my "studies." Either way...
The blog keeps track of my progress and serves as my venue to vent and babble incoherently. Regardless of how long it takes, or how many obstacles pop up, it seems I have no choice: This is the only option that makes sense or gives me any hope to do something worthwhile.
What do we have if not a voice to shout with?
1 comment:
your mom is a canonic genre piece
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