October 4, 2004
2:44 pm
For the last few days I’ve been holed up in my flat (*was there ever any doubt?) editing my short film. My observations so far- some parts work really well, others not quite. My main gripes are lighting and dubbing; judging from the rushes I will have to do a fair amount of colour correcting in this one.
The actors are great. Brett Joachim, the guy who plays Frank, is terrific, a really solid, consistent guy. I would love to use him and Matt Foster in a film together.
Right now I’m laying down the first cut, going by scene numbers and not working with what hits me emotionally just yet. Because of that, the film is already 10+ minutes long, and I still have 4 scenes to put in! Way too long. On my second pass I’ll need to study Brett’s performance more, and see which take best nails what I’m trying to say.
I can’t wait to see this film done and up on screen. I really wonder how it will be received. I will most definitely be in the back row, my stomach in knots, watching the audience react. Hopefully it’ll be good.
Today is no-edit day however. My zest to finish up my short film has led me to ignore my other assignments, such as my Time, Memory, and Identity paper. I need to take two films and compare and contrast them and relate them to the context of time, memory, identity, or all three. As I’ve mentioned before, I hate doing papers, but I think I just need this exercise to help massage other areas of my brain.
That said, I’ve come up with two films. I originally wanted to write about Gattaca (one of my all-time favourite pics) and Blade Runner. Two sci-fi classics which delve on identity more so than fancy sets (although both films have an abundance of them) and action sequences. Thought about it for awhile and realized I’d much rather tackle identity on a level I can relate to more, and that is the coming-of-age genre.
Let’s face it, probably almost half of all films made are coming-of-age tales. Whether directly or not, most films feature conflict in them which the main characters must overcome. Rites of passage, rituals, obstacles which they must hurdle which ultimately changes them and makes them a better (and in some cases, worse) person. It’s classic Hollywood formula- conflict, then resolution.
There are so many coming-of-age films which I love- off my head- Stand By Me, Lord Of The Flies, The Outsiders, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, John Hughes 80’s teen films, Star Wars, Spirited Away, Cinema Paradiso, Magnifico, Before Sunrise, the list goes on. It’s practically cliché actually. “A coming-of-age tale set in (fill in location here), where one boy must (insert conflict here).”
Why do we love coming-of-age stories? Because at some point in our lives, we’ve all had situations which forced us to change, whether it be physically, mentally, or emotionally.
As a boy what changed me were girls. Honestly. Don’t laugh, because if you were young once and ever had to undergo that period of insecurity and confusion known as puberty, you’ll know how gruesome it is. We hit 12 and just like that we start to see girls differently. We spend a great deal of our childhood trying to avoid girls and their dreaded cooties and all of a sudden we’re staying up late at night finding out ways to be with them.
Enter Max Fischer, from Wes Anderson’s lovely film Rushmore. I can relate to Max in so many ways because like him I had a ton of extra curricular subjects back in high school but was never very good when it came to actual academics. I thrived in theater, and was always thinking up of stories and plays to write. Like Max, I fell in love (or at the very least crushed very hard) with an older girl, and like any prepubescent boy, I had no clue what to do.
Answers don’t come easy when you’re a teenager. Looking back now I remember the dilemmas that used to define my teenage angst and I laugh and part of me wishes I could go back in time and slap my younger self upside the head and say- “That’s IT? You’re worried about whether or not your stupid love note gets to - blank- in time for recess? You have it easy kid. You’ll see that there are bigger problems in the world. Like rent. And electric bills. And scraping off dried risotto cheese from saucepans.”
Of course there are bigger problems. But as a teenager, there are none bigger than overcoming the mysteries of the opposite sex.
Like Max, I also felt somewhat displaced in high school. I was neither nerd nor jock, nor was I a loser or high school god. I was somewhere in between, fitting in easily among all the cliques, yet I remember not really having friends who I could really spew my love for movies for. In that sense I was displaced. Growing up in conservative Bacolod, where kids looked down on you for trying to be artsy (ergo ‘different’), I pretty much kept my love for movies to myself. I’m not saying I was better than any of my classmates, but I just felt like school (or at the least the academic side) just wasn’t for me. I wanted to go, be with people who would understand the things I loved and teach me newer and fresher perspectives on it. Much like…
William in Almost Famous.
With William, his love was music. Mine was the movies. All I ever really wanted to do since I was 15 was make movies. While I was never lucky enough to have travelled cross country with a rock band, I do understand William’s love for something so great that everything else is inconsequential. Screw graduation, I’m travelling with a band! Screw graduation, I’m producing and hosting for TV! Same thing?
Anyways, in a nutshell, I'm writing about both films.