First Day of Filming

I'm chowing down on pad thai and in the mood to display our filming escapades.



H.D. and I worked with three cast members today. L-R: Andrew, Marsha, Kelsi.



The other director with his delightful shoulder friend.


What We Learned:

1. Kelsi, Andrew, and Marsha are suprisingly good bowlers, evidenced by multiple strikes and spares within the first few frames.



2. It is possible to remain focused in the midst of an upstairs birthday party and a children's bowling league.



3. H.D. has a bowling alley walk only noticeable in this picture.






The End.

Guess What?

There'll be photos soon. And videos.

Elements that will make the blog worth reading.

We're starting to film this Sunday.

Root for us, please.

Whoa, It's Acceptable.

In February, we had our first table read of the script.

I hope "table read" is the right term. I've found another reason to question my professionalism.

The cast minus one and all three directors crowded around the back of a coffeehouse.

It took all of us 20 minutes total to get our coffee, but it gave everyone time to talk.

The Directors were entirely on edge during the read.

Emily made a joking comment that we should cut the obscenities, and I took it seriously. Afterward, I felt bad about myself.

The overwhelming reaction to the script: the Cast laughed.

And I don't think they were mocking it.

Parts that were funny got laughs.

Parts that weren't funny got laughs.

And we walked away from the event feeling like we'd achieved a new level of acceptance in the high school artistic community.

Writing.

A combination of boredom and a need to do something productive is influencing me to tell you about the most tedious part of our process so far: writing the screenplay.

We "started" back in September, but didn't actually pen the first scene of the finished script until early November.

A lot of September and October was spent in Starbucks, debating as to whether we were going to do a feature-length film or a short. We decided on a short.

The rest is a blur of two coffeehouses, a gazillion Sundays, and three teens crowded around one slow laptop.

It would have been awesome if it wasn't for our numerous creative slumps, fluctuations in energy, and the unpredictable effects of caffeine.

The photo I got out of that fifty-five hours is not good enough to post.

I hope this accurately conveys the unmatched glee and unbearable enthusiasm of our writing experience.

But really, I liked it.