The Cutting
And away we go. We took a couple of days off after last weekend to rest and give ourselves a little time to recover before looking at the footage. We invited Peter Bauer to sit in as we wanted him to have the opportunity to bail on his producer's duties if he thought the footage was garbage.
Because there were no slates or clappers, the cameras roll on and on, reframing and finding focus, much like a documentary. There is a lot of tape to watch, a good deal of it unwatchable. It's tempting to try to watch it all for usable moments. It's more like mining for gold. It requires a patient eye. Patience is a worthy exercise.
I got to tell you --There's GOLD in them thar tapes!
Peter loved what we showed him. He's on board to help us finish shooting our pickups and addtional scenes. It will be interesting to preserve our improvisational spirit with a more intentional approach.
Back to the footage for a moment - it looks like everyone is having fun, even when we're crying. Everyone appears to be in their bodies responding to what's happening. Things are happening, there's a story being told on various levels. Rose looks so beautiful in a couple of her scenes. Her physical beauty is clarified by the wonderful presence in her work. David looks relaxed and engaged in his struggles as David Wheeler. Joey is alive and allows himself to go for the ride of being Joey Wheeler- he turns his pain into a rebelious hilarity. Tara is present and responsive to the moment, bringing beauty and tenderness to the screen. Travis is quietly eager to listen and participate verbally, emotionally and physically. I don't know what to say about myself at this point other than I allowed myself to think I looked handsome at one point. I'm having fun, that's for sure.
The acting is quite visible at times - a certain tension waiting to listen or speak, hesitant physical actions. Not hack acting, but not great acting either. I think it works. I find it charming. We're actors. Not great actors, but not bad actors. We each have our moments where we're lifted up to our characters. When we're tentative about it, that's honest, too.
More Fassbinder than Cassavetes. I don't want to say one is better than the other, but I will say this -- I love making movies and in terms of sheer volume Fassbinder is the clear winner. He died at 38 yet made over 40 films in the fifteen years before his death. Some were fast and dirty, more than one is a masterpiece.
We didn't make a masterpiece. But we made a film. In a weekend. We told a story with our bodies, minds and hearts. And that's pretty fucking cool.
Believe,
nc
Because there were no slates or clappers, the cameras roll on and on, reframing and finding focus, much like a documentary. There is a lot of tape to watch, a good deal of it unwatchable. It's tempting to try to watch it all for usable moments. It's more like mining for gold. It requires a patient eye. Patience is a worthy exercise.
I got to tell you --There's GOLD in them thar tapes!
Peter loved what we showed him. He's on board to help us finish shooting our pickups and addtional scenes. It will be interesting to preserve our improvisational spirit with a more intentional approach.
Back to the footage for a moment - it looks like everyone is having fun, even when we're crying. Everyone appears to be in their bodies responding to what's happening. Things are happening, there's a story being told on various levels. Rose looks so beautiful in a couple of her scenes. Her physical beauty is clarified by the wonderful presence in her work. David looks relaxed and engaged in his struggles as David Wheeler. Joey is alive and allows himself to go for the ride of being Joey Wheeler- he turns his pain into a rebelious hilarity. Tara is present and responsive to the moment, bringing beauty and tenderness to the screen. Travis is quietly eager to listen and participate verbally, emotionally and physically. I don't know what to say about myself at this point other than I allowed myself to think I looked handsome at one point. I'm having fun, that's for sure.
The acting is quite visible at times - a certain tension waiting to listen or speak, hesitant physical actions. Not hack acting, but not great acting either. I think it works. I find it charming. We're actors. Not great actors, but not bad actors. We each have our moments where we're lifted up to our characters. When we're tentative about it, that's honest, too.
More Fassbinder than Cassavetes. I don't want to say one is better than the other, but I will say this -- I love making movies and in terms of sheer volume Fassbinder is the clear winner. He died at 38 yet made over 40 films in the fifteen years before his death. Some were fast and dirty, more than one is a masterpiece.
We didn't make a masterpiece. But we made a film. In a weekend. We told a story with our bodies, minds and hearts. And that's pretty fucking cool.
Believe,
nc
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