Our team, Green Pax, gave birth to a 48 Hour Film two weeks ago and ever since I left Greensboro I’ve felt like I’m suffering from postpartum depression. I’ve got a fever. And the only prescription is more Blue Bell.
Genre pulled: Historical Fiction
Line of Dialogue: “I’m fixing to get started.”
Character: Luke or Laura Brown, President of a Non-Profit Organization.
Prop: Family heirloom.
At midnight our screenwriter delivered a wonderfully written, haunting 1930’s love story into our anxious paws. The time spent in between is a blur because I only stay up that late on Wednesday evenings when the Sci-Fi Channel does Ghost Hunters marathons. And I’m pretty sure I sleepily admitted that fact aloud while also (not) regaling new pals with other confessions like how badly I miss VHS tapes. I need to work on new, more gripping conversation material.
We tied up loose ends until 4:00 a.m. the next morning and I passed out cold on the bottom bunk in my host, Jennie’s, thirteen year old daughter’s room. I awoke two hours later in a purple Jonas Brothers palace and Frankenstein’d my way across the hall to the shower.
I can also say now that I promptly chugged 4-5 cups of coffee after that shower to get my good eye open, gave myself the runs, then began my duty as clapboard (clapperboard, slate, marker, etc) operator. I’m sure I’ve grossed someone out by mentioning “the runs” and “duty” in the same sentence, but in all honesty that was an accident.
The slate was brand new and the hinges were stiff, so the first couple times I clapped it made a noise that only a dolphin could hear. I know, next time I’ll hire a fluffer.
Ex: “Take two!” *silence*
Luckily, the director was a really nice guy and did me a solid by saying “Action!” anyway. It reminded me of how my older sister would take forever to find me during a game of hide and seek even when I had clearly removed every toy from the chest and stacked them up just outside so I’d have enough room to close the lid.
I was also able to put very little gore effects experience to the test by fashioning what was to be a human heart out of cow livers. It looked (and smelled, ew) frighteningly real wrapped in a flour sack and did a good job of oozing out in a pivotal close up.
This won’t be streaming online anywhere for quite some time, but I do have a copy at home for those of you nearby.
I traveled back to Greensboro last weekend for the screening where our team won the award for Best Costumes and made the Producer’s Pick which was 10 out of 35.
I wanted to take everyone home in my pocket, but instead I drove back with the second best thing I could think of, a cheeseburger.
I won’t be able to spell my full name until August 11th when we hand over our submission for the Romero Contest. We shoot this Friday, July 4th, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our independence.
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