Matthew 13 Blog

So, last week I began to tell you, gentle reader, the tale of the first day of shooting on my latest film project "Relationship Rewind".  It was a tale of grand plans, and meticulous designs... which were abandoned almost immediately.  All my great ideas for cinematic lighting, stereophonic sound, and coverage of every scene from every angle, were jetisoned in the wake of people looking at me and waiting for me to get this proverbial show on the road.  I could handle this, I was just going to have to scale down my ideas, but I could keep moving forward.  Then I got hit again. I had just completed the first few shots of a movie I had been trying to pull together for over a year and a half.  I was happy with the footage I had gotten from this first position, and it was time to move the camera.  The camera I was using is notorious for having a less than stellar battery life, so (having planed for this) I had plugged the camera into the wall, so as not to run out of battery pow

Former heavyweight champion Mike Tyson has been quoted as saying "Everybody has a plan, until they get punched in the face".  I'm here to tell you, it's true gentle reader.  It is true. Yesterday was the first day of principal photography on my latest film project "Relationship Rewind".  This has been a project a long time in the making.  It took a little over a year to write the script (Not because the script took that long to write, but because there were short periods of writing in between long stretches of dreaming of what it would be like to film something I had already written).  So in short, the script took a year to write because of my old friend, procrastination.  Preproduction, or getting all the pieces into place after the script had been written, has taken a little over eighteen months.  I'm sure there was some procrastination in that time table as well, but far less than when writing the script.  As I mentioned in my last post, there were

When I was a kid, one of my least favorite activities was trying to sell things going door to door.  Whether I was trying to get sponsors for the Walk-a-ton, Read-a-ton, or Whatever-a-ton, there was just a sense of dread when I knew a particular Saturday afternoon was going to be spent trying to get sponsors.  Most likely because I have a very deep seated fear of rejection, and anyone who has ever had to go door to door knows, this activity is a virtual gold mine of rejection.  Now, some rejection is nicer than others.  A polite "No Thank-you", with an unspoken, "we don't care how many books you read to cure diseases", is certainly better than the literal door slamming in the face, but neither one feels particularly good. My dad would try and encourage me by telling me I didn't have get a certain amount of sponsors, after all the eight year old me couldn't control the universe and what other people chose to care about, but he did require that I put i