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Your Dream. Our Deadline.
Jul. 23rd, 2006 12:02 amHere is some great news: Team Magnolia, the force behind the independent film "Bugs 'n' Beer" has asked me to lend my talents to their latest contribution to the 48-Hour Film Festival. I did the smart thing and accepted.
For the uninitiated, imagine this: You've got this great idea for a film based on a random selection of film genres from a hat. Then KA_BLAMMO!!! a muse just came to kiss you from a strike from Heaven. You see how it perfectly works out from the opening montage, replete with an animated, opening-credits sequence to the end filled with hope sentimentality and an sliver of dread, good-bye Mr. Chips and all.
You call friend R, the one with a videocamera. Friend B ha been messing around with Final Cut and Premiere. Ms. C knows some people who would love to act in a film, especially Mr. D (guess who?) who always wanted and now likes to write music for films.
Suddenly comes an opportunity to produce and show your dream film for thousands of people. The rules, though somewhat draconian are simply distilled as the four conditions:
You may gather your crew at any time but no actual work -- including writing the script begins until 7 pm on a scheduled Friday.
You start from scratch.
The film must be no shorter than four minutes, but no greater than seven minutes in duration, including the credits sequence, which must be gone in 60 seconds.
You have until that Sunday at 7:30 pm to hand in your work properly mixed, edited and completed.
Suddenly and quite abruptly there's no time to mess around. You realize the meaning of their solemn hymn, "Every second counts when you only have 48 hours to make a film."
But somehow, someway with a little patience, luck, sleepless nights, coffee, bravado, umbrellas for either the sun or the rain, water, juice, beer, and a good dose of love of your result, mission accomplished.
The Forty-Eight Hour FIlm Festival. Your dream. Our deadline.
Like that ad copy? But really, I'm glad to be a part of this.
For the uninitiated, imagine this: You've got this great idea for a film based on a random selection of film genres from a hat. Then KA_BLAMMO!!! a muse just came to kiss you from a strike from Heaven. You see how it perfectly works out from the opening montage, replete with an animated, opening-credits sequence to the end filled with hope sentimentality and an sliver of dread, good-bye Mr. Chips and all.
You call friend R, the one with a videocamera. Friend B ha been messing around with Final Cut and Premiere. Ms. C knows some people who would love to act in a film, especially Mr. D (guess who?) who always wanted and now likes to write music for films.
Suddenly comes an opportunity to produce and show your dream film for thousands of people. The rules, though somewhat draconian are simply distilled as the four conditions:
Suddenly and quite abruptly there's no time to mess around. You realize the meaning of their solemn hymn, "Every second counts when you only have 48 hours to make a film."
But somehow, someway with a little patience, luck, sleepless nights, coffee, bravado, umbrellas for either the sun or the rain, water, juice, beer, and a good dose of love of your result, mission accomplished.
The Forty-Eight Hour FIlm Festival. Your dream. Our deadline.
Like that ad copy? But really, I'm glad to be a part of this.
