Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Roll up your sleeves and work.

I'm rather a limbo slump at the moment. I'm loving life in Los Angeles and doing all the right technical things I can possibly do on my own, whilst apartment hunting and visa applying but truly until my visa has come through I may not by law work for anyone else. 

In the meantime, I write new work that I may produce myself on little-to-no budget. Though in the past few days, I've struggled to motivate myself to do that because, let's face it, limbo sucks.

This morning, however, I read something that has completely reignited that fire in me (and I am going to have it printed and put on my wall right away).


"The best advice I can offer to those heading into the world of film is not to wait for the system to finance your projects and for others to decide your fate. If you can’t afford to make a million-dollar film, raise $10,000 and produce it yourself. That’s all you need to make a feature film these days. Beware of useless, bottom-rung secretarial jobs in film-production companies. Instead, so long as you are able-bodied, head out to where the real world is. Roll up your sleeves and work as a bouncer in a sex club or a warden in a lunatic asylum or a machine operator in a slaughterhouse. Drive a taxi for six months and you’ll have enough money to make a film. Walk on foot, learn languages and a craft or trade that has nothing to do with cinema. Filmmaking — like great literature — must have experience of life at its foundation. Read Conrad or Hemingway and you can tell how much real life is in those books. A lot of what you see in my films isn’t invention; it’s very much life itself, my own life. If you have an image in your head, hold on to it because — as remote as it might seem — at some point you might be able to use it in a film. I have always sought to transform my own experiences and fantasies into cinema."

-Werner Herzog
(full article here)

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

FEMINISTS EAT YOUR HEART OUT



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INT. CORNER STORE. DAY.

GIRL searches wall for measuring tape. MAN enters, sees GIRL.

MAN
Hello Se├▒orita!

GIRL
Hello.

MAN
HOW ARE YOU!?

GIRL
I'm well, thanks.

MAN
Wooooow, you're niiiiice, heh?
You have husssbann?

GIRL
Uhhh, no.

MAN
You waaaan one!?

GIRL
No, thank you.

MAN
Ooooh, that's too baaaaad!

GIRL exits.

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This happens all the time. Sometimes funny, usually offensive, always bizarre.

GIRL = me, yesterday, in Los Angeles, California.

Above is a short film I made about the exact same scenario that took place in Cape Town, South Africa.