Marty my buddy, my pal, called me a few weeks back and asked me to write a blog post. I've been threatening the world for quite awhile about starting one of these things and well...as I am the king of procrastination it has simply never materialized. So when Marty called and said,."Hey you should do this." I gave him a dose of the blah blah blahs. To which he responded by calling me on the shit the way only good friends can.
Hence we who are about to ponder and drivel salute you! (And blame Marty).
I guess an introduction is called for,.but you (my first insomnia tic reader) are smart enough to simply read above so let’s just jump into the good stuff which is jabber jawing about film or as I like to refer to as laying in the wet spot.
Every day I count myself as one of the luckiest guys on the planet. And that's because I am exactly what I wanted to be as a kid. A childhood spent building elaborate cities in the mud in my back yard which would eventually be burned to a crisp by solar flares (my sister's aqua net hairspray and a lighter) only to have the inhabitants be save by a flood sent from above (a bucket of water dumped at the prophesied time) gave way to me diving head first into visual effects a long time ago in a galaxy not so far away. .
But that was awhile ago, now I'm an indie producer and film maker. I like the title. Never mind that I loathe the question when posed to me at parties by eye lidless peeps who's minds click with more agenda than interest. When I am in fact presented with that question I actually like saying "I'm a producer." It's like warm wind on the beach at night. I like how it feels, smells, and tastes. I like who and what I am and think it's a damn shame that we don't live in a world where everyone can be astronauts, firemen, baseball players or rock stars. But it's important to know what you want. Even if you don't know what it’s going to take to get it...and let's face it...most of us rarely do. You gotta know what makes you happy, what you actually like DOING that brings about that fleeting sense of satisfaction.
Case in point...a few years ago I was working at a start-up and I made it a point to go out and get young CG artists who had the raw talent but not the portfolio to get into the big houses. Now in order to keep the lights on we had to take some commercial work that was more about brand and message rather than artistry. The tech I had promised the client was failing left and right and as such one artist in particular was having to go back and almost constantly change his animation. We were sitting at his desk in the middle of the night and I was watching him tweak the anim. (Yes...I know ALL Animators LOVE it when the producer sits with them and watch them work.). I will call him Ernesto and as we were working....Ernesto sighed.
And the echo of Ernesto's sigh reverberated in my brain near the end of last year posing for my corporate headshot, and having people who were suppose to be my NBFF's (Ummmmm…) telling me that I should shave, and not to wear my lucky leather cuff to meetings. And I heard Ernesto's sigh when I was told that the client doesn't care if it looks good...they want a more "reality" feel. And I sat in my pad thinkin'....if people don't want their "videos" (not films?) to be beautiful, and engaging, if they don't care that the story is told on 10 levels, they just want one obvious loud and trite one...what the hell am I gonna do?" And as I sat in the delivery meeting watching the client love, love, love, the reality based job I was delivering my P.A. asked if I was ok...I mumbled..."THIS is why there aren't more astronauts in the world."
Oh how Ernesto sighed.
"What's wrong Ernie?" I asked him in the middle of the night, ten hours before delivery. "Well Dave," he said...looking down...eye contact with Ernie was always fleeting...."I don't want to seem ungrateful or anything...I'm really grateful for the chance you're giving me..." .....
"But" I interrupted him. Otherwise we'd be here all night and not get anything done.
"It's just when I was going to school, and wanting to go to school and everything...this isn't what I thought I would be doing. "
And the Production Assistant, and the Production Coordinator and the Production Manager in me screamed in my head "Grow up. This is the real world. It's not all lollipops and rainbows. Have a crisis after the deadline." But the PRODUCER in me won out and opened his mouth. "Ernie...I know. And I'm sorry. This job sucks, and it's going to continue to suck. There's nothing good about this one. And I know this kind of work isn't what you live for it's just how we're making a living. But when we're done lets you and I go out, we'll get drunk and we'll figure out what we can do differently."
I lost touch with Ernie after the start up closed down. Last I heard he was toiling away in some basement somewhere doing stop motion anim feature. (Click Click. Click Click.) But from what I understand he's a happy guy.
As of now...well...I still haven't shaved, my lucky leather cuff is still on my wrist and I am making some of the most beautifully rendered, highly stylized images I ever have. Reality has nothing to do with it.
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