A little less than a year ago I yelled "Action" for the very first scene on our very first day of filming at The Lost Church Theater in San Francisco. And now in one month, we'll premiere HELL! to a crowd at New People Cinema, also in San Francisco. If you're in SF, be sure to check out one of our May 12th shows.
Back when we were still filming I'd sometimes lie in bed wondering if leaving my fancy job in its fancy office with its fancy kitchen and gym and massages was a dumb decision. I was fairly poor when I was a kid, so my instinct is to hold tight to a nice job so big piles of cash can stack up around my house. Though that probably wouldn’t be a terrible instinct even if I’d grown up as a delicate little man of leisure.
I wondered why I even wanted to make a feature movie. I certainly wasn't getting rich from the process. The work was pretty stressful. It ate up a ton of energy and time. Why couldn't I just be happy watching other people’s movies? That’d free up a lot more evenings for cocktails.
Besides, most movies are bad. Even movies with lots of Hollywood funding and a crew of hundreds. Who are we to think we can make something worth watching, almost entirely independent of that system?
I'd set up shots during filming and wonder if the composition was boring or brilliant or dumb, cliched or interesting or needlessly weird, flat or strikingly composed or second year film student style pov-shot-from-inside-a-garbage-can nonsense.
Are our scenes varied enough, I'd wonder? Are our locations interesting enough? Will the atmosphere of the movie live up to the script and what we see in our heads? Is stuff we shot two months ago going to match up properly with scenes we're shooting right now?
I now have the answers to these questions. And, at least for me, they're a resounding yes.
When I'm listening to one of Jamie's amazing songs, when he or Erma or Aviva or Scott or Riah Toby or Bryan or Kelly or Mark or any of the many other actors in the movie delivers their lines even better than I had envisioned them in my head, when George and I put the last touches on an edit for the day and all the jokes are still landing on our thirtieth viewing... I really feel like we might just maybe have something here.
So thinking back on those nights when I used to lie in bed wondering if leaving my fancy job in its fancy office with its fancy kitchen and gym and massages was a dumb decision, I eventually always come around to the same answer: No. It wasn't a dumb decision. It was the best decision I've ever made.