Near a week away...

Yo, it's been a while. Haven't been feeling the urge to write lately, a lot of nonsense on the mind, most of which wouldn't make for good reading. Wouldn't want to subject you to that.

So what's been going on? First off, I wrote up an entry describing some of the trials and tribulations that were run into during the making of That Thing, at least the ones I could recall while not getting far into the specifics. It's over at a cool blog called “Tell Me About Your Movie” and my entry is one among near a dozen other directors takes on their first features. Not surprisingly, I'm probably more down on myself than most of the others, but I suppose that's par for the course. Check it out over here.

Other bit of stuff resembling news: That Thing is finally being put on the internet on May fifteenth, two-thousand and eleven. Took long enough I suppose. Only held off for as long as I did because of a desire to actually see it played at a festival, not too much luck in that regard. Maybe luck is the wrong word, but it is the word I use whenever I run into someone asking how that whole process is going. What else could I say? Simply put, the movie ain't that good, not better than the likely hundreds or thousands of other feature length films also competing for the handful of spots. I've accepted that, but when you tell someone that it feels like you're fishing for a compliment. Nothing to do in that situation but shrug your shoulders and blame luck for your misfortune.

So it didn't happen. So now I'm going to put it on the internet in hopes of having at least a few folks watch it. And it's weird because now I gotta try to convince people to click on a link and spend at least a few minutes every few weeks on something that only a paragraph ago I admitted to not being that good. It's an awkward paradox. I mean, I don't think it's bad, but of course I'm going to hate it, but does that mean that it's actually bad or do I hate it because I made it or... and so goes the conversation that takes place in my head every time. In any case, it's happening so I might as well make the best of it, self-deprecating blog aside. Spread the word, hope it garners at least a few new fans by the end of it all, get some momentum going, try and build an audience for the next thing.


Put together a new trailer for the date, check it out. Once it starts coming out check back here, I'll probably be recalling whatever comes to mind back when we were making it. It'll be as close as you're going to get to a director's commentary from me.

One last thing to get out of the system.
Fear has been on the mind lately. Trying to figure out where it comes from, its purpose. The chemical reaction it ignites both in the human mind and body. I guess it started back when we were more primitive creatures, stopping our crude minds from doing stupid shit and making our bodies run full tilt when danger approaches. We've inherited that mechanism, but despite being self-conscious of it we still don't understand or have control over it. Well, maybe some, that's why there's always a two-hour wait for the latest roller coaster at Six Flags. The thing I'm trying to figure out is why fear is so capable of both paralyzing and motivating at the same time. Even the simplest of acts, ones so second nature as to continue the propagation of the human race can be caught up in the mind and trapped by fear. For years one could be caught in that loop of not daring to do anything for fear of that unknown.

But of course it works the other way around too. Once that threshold is reached, the fight or flight instinct kicks in and now you're pushing harder than you have the rest of your life. Just like that. A switch is flipped and now steps are being taken to make up for lost time. The big problem with this though is that instead of running on confidence and courage you're still running on fear. At least you're going in the right direction, but there's going to be some stumbling along the way. And what happens when that fear runs out of juice, do we slow to a stop? Just give up? Or is the human will to live (living in its many definitions) persistent enough to endure?

Just a small sample of what runs through my mind at three in the am. Night, folks.