August 2003 Archives
August 1, 2003
Yesterday, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Literally, anywhere. I was just going to stay home and do absolutely nothing. It was one of those mornings.
Then, I checked my VoiceMail and had a message from Gina, who wanted to edit. I had gone in on Tuesday and Wednesday, alone, and the result was that I had what approached a final cut. All I needed to do was record the sound effects and ambient stuff, and what video I did need to edit could be done in about ten minutes.
So, what did I do? I went down and edited. For seven hours. Despite the fact that I was done in ten minutes. Hooray!
August 26, 2003
Last night, The Ex appeared on Instant Messenger. Although our long-standing policy of not acknowledging one another’s existence unless it involves public humiliation has not prevented me from removing her from my Instant Messenger buddy list, I just can’t seem to totally drop her from it. So, there she sits, at the very bottom. Maybe I should create a new category for ex-girlfriends whose screen names I have. Or maybe I should take her off altogether.
August 28, 2003
I met the future Ex a little over a year ago. A general education requirement threw us together; otherwise, we probably never would have met. Okay, maybe we would have, but it’s somewhat unlikely. She’s a music major; I’m a film major. We don’t really mix well, or at all, even though I used to be a music major.
August 16, 2003
I hate parties.
August 10, 2003
I got kind of stoned last night. It wasn’t really planned, but I’ll get to that. I’d been thinking it’d be good, just for the relaxation. I’ve been so stressed this summer, and not just because of my class. Of course, every time I thought, “Gosh, I need the ganja” (yeah, I usually do think in those terms, believe it or not), I also thought, “But I’ll only feel all right for an hour, and then I’ll just feel more nauseous, paranoid, and confused than usual.” And that’s not really cool. But that first hour is nice.
August 8, 2003
We’re allowed to reserve cameras for two days a week, but the tricky thing about the summer is that the film cage is closed on Fridays, so if you reserve on Thursday, Friday is a freebie (in the sense that it doesn’t count as one of your two days) and you don’t have to turn the camera in until Saturday morning.
You can also do what they call “scamming.” They’ll hold reservations until a certain point in the day, and after that, any Joe Schmoe with no reservation can show up and say, “Give me a camera” and get it, assuming they have the equipment (they do in the summer).
August 6, 2003
The story of my film, for those who didn’t know, is that an insane guy falls in love with a light switch. I decided to incorporate in this film an idea I had in Production I that I was going to do for my two-minute film but decided just to abandon. The story of that film is that a guy is getting ready to go on a date with a girl, so he gets himself off on a blow-up doll…and then gets stuck in it. The reason I never shot that story was that I could never think of a convincing motivation for the guy to not just jerk off. There’s no sense in trundling out an inflatable doll to do the job of a malodorous fist.
That said, I thought it would be amusing if the reason for the main character being sent to an insane asylum had to do with him getting caught with a blow-up doll hanging from his cockadoo. That way, no motivation is really required; he’s just crazy. When I couldn’t think of an ending, Gina one-upped that so that the happy ending involves the light switch transforming into a blow-up doll.
That meant I had to get two blow-up dolls. Which meant I had to go to a porn shop. Which I’ve never done before. And will never do again.
August 29, 2003
[I found myself getting misty-eyed and depressed yesterday. Despite the misery and irritation of getting the actual work done, this class is the most fun I’ve ever had (academically) in college. I really didn’t want it to end, and I prolonged it by hanging around with my classmates afterward for a few hours. But, man, leaving pretty much bummed me out. Especially since Gina’s gonna be out of town for a few weeks.
August 21, 2003
I’ve decided, although I’ll probably forget almost immediately after writing this entry, that I will devote my primary entry on Thursdays to “flashbacks,” stories that happened before I got my blog, or stories that I just never bothered to blog about for one reason or another.
So, here it goes…
August 14, 2003
Title: Abuse: The Movie
Specs: 16mm, color, post-sync sound
Synopsis: A young man grapples with terror at the hands of domineering women in his life.
Commentary: I had this idea in my head that I could make a really funny film satirizing the conventions of “artsy” student films, all of which brazenly defied the conventions of narrative filmmaking while strictly adhering to a new set of conventions (sort of like people who try to be “different” by dressing like every other goth/punk/whatever): incoherent editing, repeated shots, meaningless symbolism, pretentious voiceover, and themes of crippling gynophobia (sometimes misogyny leaked in, but 90% of the time it was utter fear of women, which hadn’t yet turned into hate).
Rewatching the film, I think it holds up better than my initial reaction. I wasn’t happy with it, in part because I ran out of time to add a lot of the “weird” symbols I had planned in my treatment. It mostly just turned into Coke product placement. I also wasn’t happy with it because it didn’t seem that funny; it seemed more like what I was satirizing than a critique of it. However, I now feel like it does have some pretty amusing moments (notably the absurd sound design — the brakes squealing on that passing car literally made me laugh out loud just typing it — and the button on the story about the old agoraphobic man). (Trivia: Careful listeners may realize my narration was an attempt to parody Ben Browder’s ultra-serious, vaguely pretentious narration at the beginning of the third and fourth seasons of Farscape. I love the show and think Browder is pretty great in it, but his narration always made me laugh.)
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