Our 48 Hour Film Faces Its Greatest Critic
This weekend's visit to the Condo Coast was a mercy mission as I had to come in and return mom's computer which needed a motherboard and processor replaced. Mission Accomplished.
While working very hard to make it appear that nothing was different, and everything she remembered was exactly where she left it, I used a copy of Underexposed Productions, Gone to Ground to test the video and sound. It also allowed me to show my parents what we can do in 48 hours.
My mother, who also doubles as my greatest critic, who had already commented negatively on my haircut, had this to say.
Greatest Critic: "Why does it have to be so violent. There's too much killing."
Me: "We drew the genre 'spy'. It is very difficult to do this genre without some good natured bloodshed."
Greatest Critic: "What does Sara do in this, I didn't see her?"
Me: "Sara is the Assistant Director, her job is to make sure that everyone and everything is exactly where it needs to be exactly when it needs to be there. It is just like her day job as a project manager."
Greatest Critic: "I saw you in that one scene. You were just sitting there. Were you supposed to be some sort of guard?"
Me: "Yes mom, I was a guard."
Greatest Critic: "You could have done something else. I don't like it when you die anyway."
Me: "Yes mom, possibly, but you have to remember, off screen I was the boom operator- I hold the microphone for the actors to talk into."
Greatest Critic: "Sara does all that, and you only hold the microphone, and be a guard."
Me: "Yes, we both really enjoy what we do."
Greatest Critic: "You could be doing more."
Me: "Yes mom."
Overall I think it was a successful screening. I had to explain some stuff to her, and some things over and over again, "No mom, we drew 'spy', that's what you do in a spy movie."
*sigh* I wanna go home.
Comments
Yeah, I know what you mean. My parents are not big movie-goers at all, and they don't understand the whole filmmaking thing either.
When we did our first project with Ike, The Violin, my parents didn't come to the premiere because they didn't know how important it was to me.
I think my mom figured it out eventually because she acted really interested in our two 48-Hour projects. However, they've never actually aksed to see the movies. They just wouldn't get it anyway.
The only movies my parents have seen on the big screen in the past 10 years or so were The Titanic and Walk the Line. Somewhere along the way, I made them watch The American President, Shawshank Redemption, Under the Tuscan Sun, and Mr. Holland's Opus on video. I think Mr. Holland's Opus was the only one they liked.
Posted by: Todd Williard | August 14, 2006 12:41 PM