|Do you wanna party?
Back from the seeming dead with another blog. The timing is actually kind of working out as now so much happens or changes between posts that I have a ton to write about once I dust off the old blogger.com password.
This post is gonna be kind of a beast - it's an update on the last three years of Upstart stuff, a cathartic unloading/reveal of a side of my life that I kept hidden from most, and a rundown of how I now make a living as a full-time filmmaker. A lot of it was sparked by a speaking engagement I did with SWAMP several weeks ago - this elaborates on stuff that was said that night. Of course, your mileage may vary, but this is how I'm making it work for me.
Fair warning that I'm going to be pretty blunt and straightforward about everything as I feel that's the most powerful way to get things across. A lot of things I'd been secretive or embarrassed about for a while...now I don't really give a shit who knows...maybe it's because I've come out the other side okay, or maybe it's because I've found some sort of peace within myself...who can say? At any rate, anyone that would be super-judgy about most of those details is no longer in my life, and I'm much happier for it. Similarly, the truth (as I see it...my truth if that makes you feel better) may paint some folks in an unflattering light - I mean, you've seen Placeholders, right? But again, I've parted ways with most of these folks as well, so no big loss. Better that we present the facts as they are without worrying about hurt feelings. I always look at this stuff as less "shit talking" and more "informing people of what can happen so that maybe they can head this off at the pass when it looks like it's happening to them". And don't worry, I'm covering ground not covered by Placeholders, so there's no retreading of that stuff. Everything here occurred after all the events Placeholders Season 1 pulls inspiration from. I guess that stuff relates to some of this stuff in a cause/effect kinda way, but things might have gone the same way regardless. This business is crazy man. I can say that even now, when things are working out. (On that note, Spoiler Alert: things do work out.) Nothing mentioned here is as terrible or criminal as those "Aaron Pulaski"/Placeholders shenanigans were anyhow, most of these issues are just...people not caring. Sit tight, I'll explain more below.
Before I dive in, I highly recommend you check out this piece by Todd Farmer (Jason X, Drive Angry) - it hits a lot of the same points I'll hit, and was also the inspiration behind my including some of the more confessional parts below. It's my hope that my stuff speaks to someone out there the way Todd's stuff spoke to me when I read it.
Also, I have to give a shout out to all those I did trust enough to talk to about some of this, either while it was going on or during the recent upswing. (Or maybe you discovered my "secret identity" and were supportive, understanding, and non-judgmental about it) - Debbie R., Lisa W., Jeremy & Kim H., Lynn M., Justyn B., Rupal M., Nick & Brittany M., Brandon P., Greg V., William B-B & Kevin B-B., Josh V., Timmy Robes - thanks for being there when I needed you - even if you didn't realize it. Special thanks to Chris Warren who was pretty much the MVP for me the whole time...my Nightwing, if you will. And of course, to my other half, Melanie who helped me hold it together in ways both literal and metaphorical.
I keep mentioning my "secret other life", so just to head this off at the pass...no, I'm not gay. [Sorry, William. :)] I'm not a cross-dresser either...I make a TERRIBLY ugly woman. There is video floating around somewhere to prove this. Don't try to find it - it would be like looking into the Deadlights.
So...here we go.
|It pretty much happened exactly like this.
Burning Down The House
They got worse. Around mid-2012, I got word that my full-time position was being cut down to part-time as of the end of the year. A pretty hard hit no matter the circumstances...but did I mention that my wife Melanie and I had our first child on August 10, 2012? Now seems like a good time to bring that up.
Yeah, so as you can imagine...I was pretty fucked. I had to find a way to help support my family, and fast.
Before I dive into that, let me mention what I had been setting up as my next directorial project. (This is important for several reasons that will come up later.) I had an old-school moody ghost script that I'd written and was prepping to direct for my next film. A couple of folks quickly signed on to help me get it made, budgeted at around 1.5 million. We had several awesome actors attached (which I can't mention, because most of them still are attached, more on that later as well). A noted member of "Hollywood royalty" signed on as my main co-producer on this one...if I told you his name you might not recognize him right off-hand, but you definitely know his mom (big time actress) and dad (big time producer). This guy was/is a producer of some note himself, and he loved the script, and had lines on funding. Things were looking pretty good.
Of course "things looking good" does jack shit until "checks start clearing". I had to do something in the meantime to make ends meet. Even if the ghost movie got greenlit immediately, there were a lot of moving parts to get in order, so there would definitely be some lag time before I could pay my bills from my intended writer/director/producer salary. A salary, which, if you're wondering, was roughly equal to what I'd make in a year at the previously full-time position - which is a fair estimate, seeing as how I'd be working on the picture for about a year give or take, based on past experience and then-current post production relationships. Furthermore, if you break up that salary weekly and compare it to guild rates, it's a pittance. I mention all this info just in case any of you think that the reason my film had trouble getting started was that it was a get-rich-quick scheme for my benefit. It wasn't. The budget was all based on practical numbers and pretty congruent to the market at the time. Lower than that, probably.
At any rate, I needed a solution.
|Yes, that is the same Lisa W. that I mentioned earlier on. My life is crazy.
And Here My Troubles Began...(apologies to Spiegelman/Maus)
I started to get desperate. No matter how bad things got, I always told myself that I'd never go back to waiting tables again. I had tried that for a spell as a second job way back in 2004-2005 (right before Witchcraft actually) and, well...let's just say that certain things we definitely do grow out of. I'm not saying that waiting tables is a "kid" job or anything, I'm saying that it takes a particular set of mental tools to make it work for you. That said, my outlook changed a lot between college - when I waited tables for years - and 2004. Things had rewired in my brain, and I definitely was no longer cut out for that kind of work...mentally at least. I could definitely "Ted Bundy" my way through faking it if need be. However, I promised myself I wouldn't go back to that, because I'd be miserable. I managed to keep that promise for several months.
My internal logic went something like this: I needed a job. I was cool with getting a "job type job", but I didn't want to have to deal with people too much - I knew I was spiraling into depression and anger, and when that happens my already short fuse gets very very short. If I was going to get a job, I wanted to shoot for one that I likely wouldn't get myself canned from for cursing someone out while on said job. Know thyself.
One day while perusing Craigslist for the umpteenth time, I lingered on an ad that I had seen several times before:
"FAMILY OWNED PIZZA RESTAURANT SEEKING DELIVERY DRIVERS"
Initially I went just out of curiosity. The establishment was not yet open, so I met the two managers-to-be at a restaurant downtown (owned by the same family company). I'll redact the names because for the most part the owners were great - but I'm skipping ahead. Long story short, I got hired on the spot. Mainly because I had a pulse and a car that was relatively dependable. It's funny...I felt like I almost didn't get the job because of my resume that at this point was....heavily skewed in the direction of video and film. The General Manager all but asked "what the fuck are you doing here" to open the interview. I pretty much told him straight up everything that you read in the paragraphs above. So he hired me, and I began my career as Pizza Guy.
I won't dig deep into the minutia of this stretch of time - aside from the fact that while it did allow me to make just enough money to scrape by (especially when stacked with other part time gigs like teaching for the Aurora, or occasional IATSE union work), it also led to what was probably the second nervous breakdown of my adult life. It was rough. A lot of that first wave of hires were burnouts or dumb kids looking for their first job, so that made things tough when you had to work alongside them or depend on others. Fortunately, my first few film sets had uniquely prepared me for such a situation. I managed to grind my teeth and power through, and soon enough I'd gotten pegged as "one of the good ones". Beyond that, the location and clientele were such that the neighborhood was pretty affluent....and pretty full of some terrible, terrible human beings. Lots and LOTS of being talked down to because of my "station". Finally, a couple of the "apathetic producers" that I mentioned earlier managed to find their way in for dinner on a couple of occasions. The looks on their faces, man. Disgust, pity....and also a weird "we told you so" smugness. I could almost hear my mind crack in two.
Here's the really nutty part, the part that I believe captures the dichotomy of working in the entertainment biz pretty well, at least at this level. During this time, I'm still fielding phone calls and deals for a couple things, usually ones having to do with that ghost movie I mentioned earlier. Things were moving, albeit very very slowly. So there was a weird sort of hope/dread at play in the background the whole time. I mean, I can't really express the surreality of some of the contrasts I experienced, so I'll just give you the most glaring examples. The aforementioned Son of Hollywood Royalty Producer was working pretty hard to get a certain level of talent attached to this project. Because of who he is, and who his family is and what films they've made, it was fairly easy for him to get my ghost script in front of a LOT of mind-blowing eyes. Several near-misses and near-attachments came and went...most bummed me out on one level, but excited me on another since these folks were reading my script....and for the most part, even though they didn't want to do this film for various reasons (money, time, content), they were still digging what I wrote and expressing a desire to possibly work with me in the future. I even got to whip up a couple of custom treatments on spec as a result. I'm talking for folks that won Oscars recently, people in Marvel films, huge movies, big stars. Crazy. Surreal.
Of course, I'd always get these crazy, surreal, mind blowing emails/phone calls while either bagging up a huge catering order or while out on a pizza delivering run. Seriously, almost without fail. The craziest of the crazy was when a huge, world famous, multitalented pop star sent me a couple of emails politely declining our offer for a role in the ghost script (they were looking for a bigger part), but praising my writing style and expressing a desire to possibly work on a couple of other things the star and their people had optioned. I got this email - no bullshit - as I was sitting out the pizza spread for a girl's 14th birthday party at the neighborhood pool. Her mom was kinda bitching about the pizza not being piping hot or something, but all I could do was run my eyes over this email 50 times. I still have it. "The Pop Star" and I have touched base a few times since - sporadically - but lines remain open. But seriously...can you imagine the weird, confused, roiling emotions I felt right then? Is this really...? Awesome...but not yet. But still! I mean....yeah, I gotta pay the bills. But this might be it! I should just walk out of here now. Screw Camryn and her not boiling pizza, I'm outie! That's stupid, rent is due in a week. Did this person really just email me? And so on and so forth.
I have TONS more stories like that. It was a confusing time, to say the least.
I soldiered on because I had to. The bills had to be paid. Production stuff took a backseat for a good while - with the exception of the surreal attempts at deal-making mentioned above and a stretch where we finally took Imago into sound post. Pizza was still the main god I had to pray to. Somehow, I stuck around long enough to have the company approach me for management. Cool...but I hated being there. Hated it so goddamn much. And honestly, the money wasn't anything close to what I needed to be making. Anything would be better for me at that point, I thought.
So I went back to waiting tables. Things had gotten bad enough to push me into reliving that particular personal nightmare of mine. Actually, I'd moved slowly back into waiting tables at the pizza place because they needed decent people to do so, and I had the experience...but the money wasn't that great. I figured, well, clearly I can be okay with this again, but I need to wait tables somewhere where I can do well financially. Recalling past service industry windfalls, I returned to a certain "factory of confections" where I'd worked years previously - a seeming lifetime ago - and, hey, imagine that, the general manager was a guy I'd worked on the floor with way back when. After a little more "what the fuck are you doing here" song and dance, I got hired on. Here we go again.
Once set up as a waiter at the new/old restaurant, I breezed through training, certified on my first follow shift, ran the hell out of my stations, and got certified as a trainer (re-certified actually, as I had been one previously) within a month. The money was pretty good - I clawed myself out of a great deal of debt during that first month - which included Valentine's Day (cue PTSD shudders). However....I still felt like I was dying from the inside out. The vibe at this place was one reason...I felt like I was working with a bunch of adversaries instead of co-workers. Getting a bullet of Honey Dijon should not be akin to traversing a Legend of Zelda labyrinth and then receiving a pedantic lecture from either a manager or a cook or both...but I digress. That's just one example, but I can count many others where I straight up almost slugged someone. It would get so bad that my arm would get sore from tensing my muscles to NOT hit someone. Either that, or it was a sign of my impending heart attack. Regardless, I knew this place was bad for me. I haven't even mentioned that I rarely ever got the chance to see my daughter because of the crazy hours. I was in a seriously bad place mentally and physically.
So bad that I quit waiting tables (again) and returned to the pizza place. After that ordeal, the grass was definitely greener on the pizza side of the fence. Or so I thought.
(I promise I'm wrapping this section up soon. Stick with me. This is as much for myself as for you.)
So I went back to the pizza place full time, and they were glad to have me back. Somewhere in there we also shot Spavine and Clinger, which was a nice re-activation of my dormant filmmaking brain. Both were tough experiences however - having to run to set, then to work, then back to set, then hopefully home to see Regan and Melanie for a bit, then back to set, etc. etc. But I figured that out because it was working for me, it made me happy, and I stopped dying inside. And fortunately, with those two projects (and a couple of the other things moving forward however slowly) I'd planted the seeds for my eventual victory and ability to reach escape velocity from the situation. Of course, I didn't see that then - I was just happy to be making films again.
And then...I made the mistake of becoming a Manager.
It's Always Darkest...Things were still tough financially - delivering pizzas only goes so far. With no luck on other fronts of the job search (I continued to look this whole time), the manager offer at the pizza place was still on the table, and actually seemed pretty good by this point. Again, the money wasn't really that great, but it seemed like my only choice since my life was falling apart around me. I'm obviously leaving some details out here, but trust me when I say that things were getting to a pretty dark place in my world. What little time I could enjoy at home was devoid of almost any actual enjoyment because of the stress of making ends meet, the stress of me being gone all the time to do that, the stress of STILL trying to do movie stuff when it seemed like a hopeless endeavor to all but me....I felt pretty trapped, to be honest. Like I had a pepperoni gun pointed right at my temple.
So I became a manager. I ended up becoming the Assistant Manager of the restaurant's new location. This "promotion" brought with it the backbreaking labor of setting up the entire restaurant from the ground up - including assembling tables and booths, carrying in coolers, freezers, pizza lines, you name it. It was pretty much me and the General Manager against the world. Sucked major balls, but at least I was making more money, right? Yeah, not much. Definitely not a positive correlation on the x-axis of pay vs the y-axis of time spent at work. Whatever, I was determined to try and turn it to my advantage.
However...this particular experiment was doomed from the start. I don't want to get all off into the rabbit hole of the why/who/whats - but it was apparent from the first week we were open that I was on a sinking ship, set up to fail. The GM and I slowly unraveled. The clientele was even more entitled, aggressive, and rude than at the other location, the staff was even more felonious and lazy (not hyperbole - you would think substance abuse was a mandatory checkbox for the hiring process)....let's just say that it was a very toxic situation. I knew that I had an expiration date. I told my wife as much. "Look, let's try and figure out a contingency plan because I can tell you that when I leave this place, it's not gonna be planned or pretty." Sometimes you just know.
And sure enough, that's what happened. I was about to beat a homeless dishwasher senseless (this statement is 100% embarrassingly true) one night when finally I said to myself: "Seriously, for 10 bucks an hour...fuck this." So I put in my 2 week notice, as much as I wanted to walk out of there immediately. The weight off my shoulders, the sense of relief...even when I had no backup plan...I can't describe it. I actually ended up staying a couple days longer than my notice to cover for someone just to make sure I "made it right" in my head (all those Superman comics as a kid really hammered home a strict sense of morality. I blame the Batman ones for the narrowly-averted dishwasher beating. I'll avoid a Man of Steel neck breaking joke here, just know that it's tough for me to do so).
So I left. With no plan, no idea, no clue as to what was going to happen.
You know...all that stuff you hear about not having a Plan B so that Plan A has to work ...might actually have some truth to it.
|Comics. Providing pretty great metaphors for me to couch my experiences in. It's a sanity-maintaining mechanism.
KIMOTA!(if you simply must know)
So here is where we get to the current real-deal "making a living making movies" stuff. I kid you not, once I made myself available to be a full-time filmmaker, several things fell into place very quickly. Some things had the groundwork laid much earlier, some things were sort of idling in the background, some things were totally out of left field. Here they all are, and while I can't give you actual numbers (sorry, I have to hold back SOME info), I'll try and put in realistic milemarkers so that you can keep track. Obviously, a HUGE part of the equation was not having a strict schedule or obligations (besides my wife and kid) so that I could feasibly, for example, go work on a film in Los Angeles for a month (which I absolutely did, I'll get to that in a minute).
So, first, the "lifestyle basics" aka the "nut" to be covered: we are a family of three - the kid is 2 and a half right now - and we live in a 2 bedroom condo in the Heights - I know what you're thinking...but I grew up in this neighborhood, it means a lot to me, gentrification and resulting high rent be damned. Let me have this one thing. Anyway, Upstart Filmworks has no external office right now for the business, but I think that's about to change in the next few months. My wife and I each have our own car (2006 and 2008 models). We eat out as much as we cook at home (probably more), we spend "fun money" here and there but not crazily. We have health insurance, but I have expensive meds that I'm on (asthma, HBP). I tell you all this just to give you an idea of the "lay of the land" when I say we're "paying our bills". And then layer the cost of caring for a 2.5 year old girl (now including daycare) over all of that. Not the most spartan existence, by any means...but also not the most extravagant. When I left the pizza place, I still had a small amount of debt (still owed on my car, student loans, minor credit card debt). I say "small" but it was big to me. Probably about $5000 all told. Actually, I was behind on other bills pretty badly then as well because of my lowered income - some things like our business accounting fees and my car note/insurance were WAY past due. So I was a little bit upside down money wise at the outset. I'd say to the tune of another $2-$3000 to catch up.
Okay, back to the timeline. I quit my job at the pizza place. Right around this time the initial syndication deal that we had set up for Placeholders fell through as well. Actually, to be totally honest, I pulled the plug on it. Seemed to me like the first set of syndicators were making money, and we weren't. That sure sounded familiar enough for me to be uncomfortable with it. Nope, not again.
Immediately after that, like within one week, another more reputable syndicator became interested in Placeholders. I had dealt with this company before, and they were good people, with (most importantly) very very transparent financials. We talked. I voiced my concerns. At this point I was obviously ready to bury it forever rather than have yet another person profit off of my hard work and us see nothing, so I was pretty up front about my needs for this particular project. The deal they offered was pretty good, and the market saturation was GREAT. The splits were very fair. More than fair, actually. We quickly had a new deal for the show. No bills paid yet, but a light at the end of the tunnel for that one. Small victory, right?
So now Placeholders is a going concern again. I began working on that (delivery for this deal was a little more complicated, as it is wider reaching, so I had to remaster some of the shows, censor different things, and get everything closed captioned), and though I hadn't seen a check yet, there was a real value attached that I can actually depend on and keep track of. So that might be a way out. Might be the answer...hopefully it is, because it was all I had at this point.
Or was it? While I worked on Placeholders, I got a left-field offer to draft a couple of treatments for people that I met via the Son of Hollywood Royalty's attempts to get my ghost picture made. They liked my writing, and wanted me to brainstorm on a couple of ideas for them. And guess what - they paid. This enabled me to catch up on about half of my delinquent bills and pay rent for that first month of "living the dream".
Next, not pure filmmaking per se, but definitely fulfilling in more than a monetary way - remember that non-profit that I worked for previously? Turns out they still needed video work done. Guess who then got added to the contract labor pool at full rate card rates? Yeah, it was me, and Upstart Filmworks as a whole, actually. Oddly enough, they spent way more paying me/us as contract laborers (of course) than they would have had they just kept me on full-time. Womp womp womp wooooommmmp. This enabled me to catch up on the second half of late bills, get current, and pay two more months rent. I also paid decent wages to several crew that I had to hire on for this project.
Man, that turned around quick, didn't it? So now we're about 3 months out on the journey of me working for myself and things definitely seemed less hopeless. I then receive a call from a friend who's producing his first film with an actual budget. Would I be willing to sign on immediately as Unit Production Manager? Damn right I would. And while I didn't get paid "union" rates, it was the largest amount of money I'd made on films up to that point....by a long shot. Definitely more than I'd made on my own stuff. This allowed me to catch up completely on bills, pay off my accountant, pay off my student loans, pay off my car (!), and pay rent for 4 months.
That definitely was the tipping point. I was officially making a living doing this. Not exactly the way I thought it would happen, and not necessarily the ways I'd hoped, but like I'm going to complain at this point. After a long period - too long - of marginalizing my self-worth, or having others marginalize my talents, or you know, just flat out steal or withhold money from me, I was finally getting paid. I was finally okay with setting rates that were fair for me. And in increasing numbers, people began lining up to give me work. It started to come rapid-fire:
Booked a producing gig on a horror film. Paid rent for a couple more months, enabled me to pay bills early (!!!)
(There is no greater marker for wealth than paying your cell phone bill early. Well, maybe doing the lump sum car insurance payment.)
Brought on as a budgetary consultant/Line Producer to help secure feature funding (x3). This has happened three times now, and it's awesome because these are skills I didn't even realize I had until recently. Totally my version of "wax on wax off paint the fence". PRO TIP (I'm starting to hate that saying, but it's apropos here): Don't overlook all the skillsets you're building when you are wearing several hats on a set...or ALL the hats, as I did a lot in the beginning. It's like cinematic jiu-jitsu - you are cultivating muscle memory to put out fires in a natural, free flowing way without thinking. Anyway, these gigs fully paid half a year's rent, paid for Xmas gifts, paid for some unforeseen car repairs, paid a few more bills early. These jobs are also nice because they can run concurrently with other things.
Got hired on to Line Produce a genre film in Los Angeles - directly a result of the Clinger relationships, and this has quickly spun off and multiplied into other jobs. At this point, I'm making a living at this, paying bills easily, have actual surplus money, etc. This, along with a couple other UPM/AD/Post Production gigs, carried me well into 2015.
Just for point of reference, I did the math not long ago, and I'm making on average 4-5 times what I'd be making at a "day job"....with considerably more freedom, as you can imagine.
So here I am now, having been a "full-time filmmaker" for quite a while at this point. Just wrapped up a trailer edit and asset delivery for another film (paid very well, thank you very much), and currently in the works for the rest of the year are:
Line producing gig on a 1M-ish horror feature - have already done the budget workup and rough schedule - already got paid for that of course. The film itself is pretty massive, with a great script, and some great folks attached. It involves people from my favorite bands, my favorite films, my favorite countries...so aside from it being a great "job" it will be a great experience.
Placeholders has been delivered. It will soon begin airing, and that means it will soon start making us money. Real money - the projections on this are pretty decent. We are launching across several platforms, and the profit return on each is impressive. There are still the standard old-school "barter deals" here and there, but that works out okay too if you have a decent product - just ask Byron Allen. We have 3 to 4 more television shows following behind it to maximize this business model and pipeline. There's a Placeholders spinoff, and two other comedies that we are co-producing with friends/long time collaborators. Hoping to have them all on the air and monetized by the end of the year.
Clinger has signed a distribution deal and is getting a limited theatrical release in October. I have a feeling it will do well. Of course, I look forward to it doing REALLY well, since I'm a co-producer on the film. I was treated very well on paper for Clinger - I have a better percentage on it than I do on some of the previous projects I wrote and directed! Live and learn. Handle your business as they say. Of course, I might not know how to make good deals for myself if I hadn't been saddled with so many bad ones....so I guess those were definitely "learning experiences".
Just got contacted last week to write a script - again via Son of Hollywood Royalty connections. And get paid for it, of course. I'll start on that in the next couple weeks.
Also, two days ago, just got tapped for another Line Producing gig. Paid.
Last week, started laying the final groundwork to shoot some music videos for a few of my favorite bands. I'd been working on this for a while, but apparently it's finally coming together. Looking forward to that, since it completes the paid/fun/travel trifecta.
Imago is actually getting a fresh coat of paint (new VFX) thanks to our friends at Skull Tree VFX (Hatchet, Frozen). We could have released it last year, but we want it to be the best film possible. And now we have connections to make that happen, whereas we didn't a year or two ago. Super excited about that. We are also giving the film a new title...likely something like "Rodimus Prime", "Galvatron", or "Goldbug". You probably thought you'd get through this whole thing without any Transformers jokes. Ha! Silly you. Stay tuned for further Imago info...we hope to be able to make some announcements toward the end of summer. But back to the bottom line - much like Placeholders, I control all the sales and monetary decisions on (the movie formerly known as) Imago. I'm sure by now you can figure out my reasons. With Imago, I run everything by Chris Warren (director, co-writer, producer) but I have controlling interest. Remember what I said about "learning experiences". Business handled.
Finally, yes, I have some projects of my own brewing. The oft-mentioned ghost script has taken on new life - again in ways I'd never anticipated - and I really hope to have something happen with that this year. Also, I've written a dark comedy based on...well pretty much all the stuff you just read (come on, you know you saw that coming), and I hope to make that this year as well. That one will feature one of my heroes in a very interesting role...so yeah, that should be fun. Actually...the dark comedy is looking more and more like it might be shooting in late summer or early fall, as it seems to be coming together pretty quickly. Just waiting on a couple more confirmations (locations, actors, schedules) and then we can begin planning things for real. The script is called 30-45 - I'll leave it to you to figure out what that means, since I've given you ALL the clues you need.
So basically - I'm making money doing what I love, am laying the groundwork to have constant, consistent streams of income feeding the coffers, and am sort of working my way back around into making my own stuff again. There's always the outside chance that one of the older projects like Closet Space or Walking Distance/Psychic Experiment might turn over and send some money my way - I actually get CS fan emails fairly regularly (which means people are still watching/buying/seeking) and the WD/PE release in Thailand was only about 6 months ago. That would be great, but I'm treating that option like winning the lottery rather than a vital part of my current business model. And then, even if it were to occur on those films....I've already touched on the obstacle course I'd have to run to see my share of things. So, like I mentioned earlier - this current iteration of "living the dream" is definitely not the way I pictured this happening, but I guess all that matters is that it finally happened. And it only took 17 years!
|"You know, my life is really complex. You know how a normal person...gets up...eats breakfast..."
Regarding the ghost movie I keep mentioning, I haven't really brought up the fact that one of our main obstacles with it has been casting. Not finding people per se, but getting someone to back a film that has mostly ethnic leads, and two female supporting leads that are 35 and over. That has been the real challenge with this one, and you can't imagine some of the conversations that I've had with potential backers. Can you make them White? Can you make them younger and in college? Do the slaves really have to be in the story? (part of it is set in 1800's Louisiana). Anyway, that's mainly been our battle. I'm not really willing to budge on this one because my main goal is to make a moody, adult horror film like The Changeling (the George C. Scott one). It's very frustrating for a lot of reasons, but one major one would definitely be the great actors we've missed out on because we couldn't see eye to eye on this with potential financiers. However, now I have some options in play that will hopefully enable us to make the film on our own terms. Again, a benefit of all the connections I've made over the last couple years.
Additionally, I've had a lot of people ask me recently when we are "making the move" out West. Actually, that question has been coming up ever since I began making movies. When Chris and I were out there working on Cold Descent earlier this year, we were getting peer pressured into it every damn day. Here's the thing - several "film industry" people I worked with on that same set (and off the set, like the caterers, the payroll folks, etc) were looking outside of California for their next gig or gigs. I would say at least 50% of them. Sure a lot of stuff still gets shot in L.A., but things are WAY more decentralized now. Louisiana, Atlanta, Vancouver...the work is spreading out all over the place. Having recently done detailed budget breakdowns for the same few projects across all those locations, I can definitely see why. If I'm going to likely have to travel anyway, well, I might as well continue to live where it's comparatively cheap.
|There are...no strings...on me.
And there you have it. I'm "living the dream" - my version of it at least. It is absolutely supporting my family and I at the moment, and we are enjoying a level of freedom and happiness that probably hasn't existed since, honestly, pre-Closet Space. It bums me out to think that perhaps Regan has only recently gotten the best "mommy and daddy" experience that we have to offer, but it is what it is. At least I finally found a way to make it work, and make it all work together.
As I mentioned, I'm slowly correcting my course back to doing my own stuff again, with the added bonus of making a living off of it - but I might be available if you're looking for a 2nd unit Director/AD/UPM/Line Producer/Co-Producer/Key Grip etcetera. Just know that you're going to pay me what I'm worth - and you don't necessarily have to take my word for it...I'm more than happy to provide you with references. In return, I assure you that you'll get what you pay for.
Honestly, probably even more than you pay for. That part I blame on the X-men comics. Classic mutant martyrdom.
|Insert "Jump To Conclusions" Joke Here.