<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:44:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Free Film Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Two friends - one resolution.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-5028599570800924450</id><published>2009-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:02:35.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where we started from</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let me start this entry with an apology - to you 3 followers. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm sorry that there has been a small lag between posts - of about 9 months. I'm sorry that I started and seemed to fizzle out. I'm sorry that you had forgotten about this blog entirely, and are now reading a post full of apologies. And most of all, I'm sorry that the Free Film Project has stalled - to the point that we haven't moved on since my last 9-month-old post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here's the thing - 2009 was...well...it was a bit of a sh!t. Something happened that I hasn't forseen - work. Work, and lots of it. As you may have read in an earlier post, my work days are a little longer than the average. I am on the road by 6.30 and not home for another 11-12 hours. Well, I was before it got busy. The joy of working for a large government department in a job that's constantly derided by the NZ media (if you can call them that) as well as some political figures, means that my days sometimes ended up being a little more than 11-12 hours. Not always, you understand, but in parts. And these parts came far too frequently for me to even think about putting pen to paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Still - I made it through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I write, it's quite literally the end of the year - New Year's Eve 2009. And something I wrote earlier hasn't changed. I started this blog saying that I never make resolutions, and this year isn't any different. I won't vow to complete this project by this time NEXT year - but dammit, I'll give it another crack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I happen to already know that work is looking crazily busy for the first 6 months of 2010 - but I'll try. I happen to know that there could be further changes in the not-too-distant future (I'll spill the beans if it all happens) which will restrict my time even more - but it's worth a crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I already told you I'm quite good at starting things, and a little less great at completing them. But I still have hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let me start by hoping any readers of this drivel have an incredible 2010. I fully intend to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love and best wishes go your way for the New Year. Please send some my way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will try to update this blog regularly - but can't make any promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;They're a little too much like resolutions for my liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-5028599570800924450?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5028599570800924450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-where-we-started-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5028599570800924450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5028599570800924450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-where-we-started-from.html' title='Back to where we started from'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-7011664130427017682</id><published>2009-03-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:07:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit by bit, putting it together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know! I know! It's been a long time between updates. I have a completely valid reason for this. I've been busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies when you're having fun - even when that fun isn't much fun at all, like the realignment of your workplace and the constant threat of your job being found to be superfluous to requirements  - but I think there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and provided it's not a train we should be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, I've written down the steps - all 45 of them. I deliberately didn't look at those steps for 2 weeks, wanting to make sure that when I revisited them they still made some sort of sense. I think they do. Some of them are a little vague, but this is because of wanting to hit 45, rather than 42. I'm going to send them to Lisa. She is the master of all things edit, and should be able to read them and tell which bits are redundant. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So what next? The steps are written, and likely to change - so we'll see what Lisa thinks and move on from there - with the script. Apparently this is the hardest bit to write - and from having a bit of a crack at it before I discovered the wisdom of Lew, I tend to think it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Having a conversation is easy - writing it is another. And writing it convincingly, yet succinctly enough that the audience won't be subjected to hours of meaningless waffle, is a real challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My everyday work revolves around writing - yet none of it is conversational, despite what I tell myself. It's either advertorial or instructional, and merely charades as a conversation (albeit a one-sided conversation). This story demands that characters speak in a way that's convincing, even though we all know from watching movies that it's not quite the case. Most opening scenes of movies set up the back-story so you know exactly who you're dealing with - and it does most of it with words. Sure locations help - you see the nice home - the typical nuclear family - and you can make safe assumptions about who you're dealing with. Normal conversation doesn't allow this. Getting to know people is a long and slow process - something we can't afford to do when penning a screenplay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, when I've hit 'enter' on this post, I'll flick an email to Sydney, Australia - and to Lisa. I'll ask her to take a look at the steps, see what's missing, what should be changed - and we'll be ready for the off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am not under the impression that the story, as it currently stands, won't change. I like change, so am excited to see Lisa's take on things. When she lets me know, Ill let you know, or she will. She's busy being a personal trainer and a writer and a student at the moment, and Dangerous Dave has just started a new job, so he's busy too. Still, time permitting, we'll have a starting point - and then the fun begins - and then the time will really fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-7011664130427017682?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7011664130427017682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-by-bit-putting-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/7011664130427017682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/7011664130427017682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-by-bit-putting-it-together.html' title='Bit by bit, putting it together'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-120995722352916848</id><published>2009-02-28T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:52:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 39 steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually there's 45 - well, that's according to my new best friend Lew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Lew's book he states that for a comedy movie - you need 45 steps. That is, 45 key sequences that take you from go to whoa when writing a movie. These steps can be split down further into separate scenes, each step containing more than one where required - but the steps are what you should stick to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This should give you two pieces of information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. We're thinking of making our movie a comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. We've got 45 steps still to write!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a step last weekend - and jetted my way to Sydney for a long weekend, and a long-overdue catch-up with Lisa. It was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catching up with friends like Lisa and Dangerous Dave is like finding an old pair of slippers and trying them on again. Time may have changed their appearance, but they're still really comfortable. We had a fantastic time. We laughed, and drank, and ate, and drank, and watched the crazy stuff DD and Lisa have been up to, and laughed, and drank, and sung songs round the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During our catch up, Lisa said to me (post a couple of glasses of bubbly and some pretty fantastic Burton's Burgers). "So, how's does it feel to see me again after all this time?", to which I responded, "Like I just saw you yesterday".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it really did feel like that - it was as if 8 years of events and jobs changes and house moves and births and deaths had flitted past in a few hours. Life can be funny like that - it seems an eternity while you're living it, but look back at it - and it passed in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This makes me somewhat nervous. If time really is fleeting, then we don't have much of it to start taking the steps we need to get to the end of our project. So I'm starting. Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I'm going to try to write 45 steps - those steps that will give our story a beginning, middle and end. When I've drafted them, I'll send them to Lisa to see if she thinks the steps work, and are a step in the right direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, so that you're not left out of the loop, here's my proposed Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Female lead calls male sidekick, and invites him to the local amateur theatre production &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of 'The Sound of Music'. Unwillingly, he accepts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There you have it - a world exclusive - the opening scene (or scenes) of the movie. When (or if) it gets filmed, you can check back here and see how much Step 1 changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'd better make a start on Steps 2 - 45. How do I do this? The same way we'll attack the whole project. One step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS - If Kate Winslet's reading this - this is your opening scene. Brush up on your NZ accent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-120995722352916848?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/120995722352916848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/39-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/120995722352916848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/120995722352916848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/39-steps.html' title='The 39 steps'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-3953872389729762928</id><published>2009-02-17T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:27:36.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The devil's in the details...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been counting - in an almost obsessive-compulsive way. Since my mind has turned to all things movie, I have found myself counting things I never thought I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For instance - you know that scene in 'Pretty Woman' where Julia Roberts goes back to the shop that wouldn't serve her, and does the "...big mistake" thing? How many different shots do you think there are in that one scene? Let me tell you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...HEAPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For our dear Julia to have us all silently cheering for standing up to the woman in the bad head-band, someone took HEAPS of shots. And heaps of shots means heaps of takes. And heaps of takes means time. And time isn't what we have heaps of, especially if you're going to shoot a movie without a camera crew - and probably on one camera (provided someone will lend us one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are the details that I'm starting to notice - and it's more than a little bit daunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me demonstrate - I have an idea for a scene in the movie that I have pitched to Lisa where one character runs past another,and doesn't notice the other character's behaviour (I know it sounds a little dull and odd - but it's one of those 3 second scenes that are needed to keep a story going). For this 3 second scene to play out on a screen as it does in my mind would require the following individual shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Scene of car pulling up on street - taken from across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Character 1 gets out of car in a hurry - taken from pavement where car has pulled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Character 1 runs down alleyway - passing character 2 and making comment - taken from inside of alleyway with car in background still on street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Character 2's reaction to character 1's comment in passing - taken as close up on character 2's face as character 1 passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Character 2 follows character 1 into alleyway - taken from same angle as 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK - that's about the gist of it. If all was to go to plan - this tiny, incidental scene should take a minimum of 4 shots. With extra takes - this will increase. If we said 3 takes per shot - we're looking at 12 takes - minimum - for a tiny, 3 second scene. And if each take, to set up and shoot, takes on average 2 minutes each - we've just wasted close to 25 minutes - all for a tiny, 3 second scene. And movies have LOTS of these tiny, 3 second scenes in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good lord! Each scene will need to be written, mapped out, shots decided, the works. And in a 110 minute film - that's a lot of writing, mapping and deciding. Peter Jackson did this for 3 movies all well over 110 minutes each and all being shot at the same time ,and while he had money and lots of help, it's still a big job and I take my hat off to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other thing I've realised is that, despite what the finished product would have you believe, some of these shots will have to be made over multiple days. And that, my friends, means 'continuity'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I'm not the fussiest guy on the planet, but if there's one thing that really stands out for me when I'm watching a movie, it's poor continuity. Boromir's arm moving from being on Aragorn's shoulder, to off again, to on again, to off again as he lays dying in 'Lord of the Rings', Julia's magically changing choice of breakfast food as she moves from table to chair in 'Pretty Woman' - these are the things that annoy me most in movies - and the things we'll need to work out how to avoid. It would all be very easy with multiple cameras and scenes being shot in one go - but I have the feeling it is not to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it must be done. And it will be done - for this is the challenge we've set ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm getting on a plane tomorrow and flying to Sydney to meet up with Lisa, drink some, laugh some, and talk some. I hope some of our talk includes this project. If we've got that much thinking to do, before we even push 'record' on a camera, we'd better start sooner rather than later - or we'll miss something tiny - some small detail - and someone else will notice it - and they might even blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or worse, our 1 year timeframe may become completely unrealistic (I have the feeling it already may be a little tight - we're nearly in March!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Matt sighs heartily - shot taken looking 'through' monitor to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Matt looks at keyboard - shot taken from beside Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Matt starts typing - shot taken from over Matt's shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Matt finishes blog entry - shot of monitor as last words are entered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Matt takes final look at blog entry - shot taken from 'through' monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Matt publishes entry - close up of hand hitting mouse key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Matt publishes entry - close up of hand symbol clicking on 'publish post' button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Entry published - shot of monitor as 'your entry has been successfully published' notice appears on screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Fade out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-3953872389729762928?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3953872389729762928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/devils-in-details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/3953872389729762928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/3953872389729762928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/devils-in-details.html' title='The devil&apos;s in the details...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-5518411892905018525</id><published>2009-02-08T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:43:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OK - so - when I said that Lisa and I hadn't co-written a screenplay before - I might have a told small untruth: not maliciously, you understand - but rather, forgetfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About a gazillion years ago (or the late '80s as it was known back then) Lisa and I attended a free course in New Plymouth - Access Youth Theatre. It was a 6 month course, designed to take the general unwashed youth of the city and teach them some skills. It was at this course that Lisa and me first met - and it was here that we first wrote together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Toward the end of the course, the tutors armed the participants with a video camera and free run of the theatre we were using, and told us to create a short video - we choose the genre, we choose the content. Lisa and I chose to cast ourselves as writers, making sure (as all great writers do) that we cast ourselves nice little cameos as news readers, Edna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hardbottle&lt;/span&gt; and Clinton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Futtock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Between us we crafted "Who Killed Penny Poodle", Penny being the poodle of Derek, one of the tutors on our course. For the next week or so we wrote various scenes in our made-for-TV-murder-mystery. We also wrote a few adverts to play in middle of our made-for-TV-murder-mystery, just to prove it was, in fact, made-for-TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was all a bit silly - but I cannot remember laughing so hard. I particularly remember the outtakes of myself and Lisa. As our 'over-to-you' banter played out and the camera panned between us, Lisa's head got lower and lower toward our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;news desk&lt;/span&gt;. This was not bad camera work, rather the cameraman capturing Lisa's increasingly hysterical giggles as our news story played out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no idea what happened to our first foray into scripting. All evidence is probably lost in a box stashed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; attic. After all - who has videos these days? However, this sudden flashback of memory about how much fun we had creating and shooting our small production has kept a smile very firmly fixed on my face these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am hoping that smile will be repeated when Lisa and I get into the serious business of writing. I have been following the instructions that Lew is telling me in his book, and have outlined a story idea (2 pages, double spaced - that's all the room I'm allowed) and have sent this, along with prelim character outlines to Lisa for have a look at. It's a really hard thing to do. I've been thinking about this story for a while - and whilst there are gaps in it as it's written (2 pages, double spaced, no more - no less), little scenes keep playing out in my head that I think will be good if we can capture them. It's also hard because my initial idea could well be trumped by an even better idea from Lisa (something she's quite good at - curse her creative genius!). I'm hoping for the best and preparing for the worst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I get to see Lisa next week. It'll be the first time we've sat in the same room together for 8 years or more. But I take comfort in something. I can guarantee that, even if we don't get the chance to have a proper discussion about the Free Film Project, we will laugh. And whatever the story ends up being, we'll make sure we write ourselves in 2 lovely cameo roles, and laugh until our heads hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;news desk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Winslet&lt;/span&gt;, if you're reading this I have written, in my outline (2 pages, double spaced - for fear if I deviate Lew's advice will become redundant), a character specifically for you to play. I know we can't pay you - but if you're willing to foot the bill for your travel to NZ, your catering requirements on set plus any other incidental costs, and quite like the idea of appearing in a no-budget film by two unknown people who are doing this on a whim - drop me a line. Oh, and you won't have to worry about accommodation - we have a spare room you can use.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-5518411892905018525?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5518411892905018525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/history-repeating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5518411892905018525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5518411892905018525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/history-repeating.html' title='History repeating'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-5663688368522006468</id><published>2009-02-05T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:33:35.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a scare last night - Wayne called me from my slumber (well, not so much slumber as having a cuppa in bed) saying that he'd received notification on Facebook that Lisa was in London, and in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two things went through my mind; what the hell is Lisa doing in London, and what's wrong. The chat he was having with 'Lisa' showed that she was in London on holiday, and had just been held up at gunpoint - losing everything. She pleaded with me to help, and wire money to her to get her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turns out, following a quick phone call, that Lisa was in her kitchen - and not anywhere near London. Hoorah! Some idiot decided to hack into her Facebook and pretend to be her to scam cash. Very enterprising - but stupid. She'd just been made redundant - she's updated her Facebook within the last few hours - she couldn't possibly be in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But here's what it did do - it made me think that in actuality, anything could happen over the next 12 months. Lisa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be held up at gunpoint in London (if she was a secret agent or something). My other sheep could drop down dead and leave me stricken with grief (although there's a solution to this - Lisa and Dave has been busy setting up a new enterprise to complement Crowd Goes Wild - &lt;a href="http://honourthypet.com.au/"&gt;Honour Thy Pet.&lt;/a&gt; See? I told you they're creative!). Anything could come along and very firmly thrust a stick in the spokes of our idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It made me worried - what have I committed us to? What had Lisa agreed to? How can we do this between Lisa and Dave's internet businesses, and them finding new jobs, and me having a full-time job that requires 3 hours of travel every day just to get there and back, and having to actually learn how to use my camera because I'm taking photo's at a Wedding at the end of the year? Are we nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, post hi-jack dramas, I saw a comment Lisa had added to this blog. And all the panic stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're here - and, come hell or high-water, come pseudo-gunpoint-robbery or inexplicable-sheep-death, we'll give it a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're stuck on an empty stage, looking at an empty page and wondering what to do next. And it'll take two of us. And I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait to go and see Lisa in 10 days and drink Veuve Clicquot with our fish and chips. I can't wait until that initial seed of an idea has been planted and is starting to grow. I can't wait to see that first mark made on the blank page that, currently, is our project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've given Lisa access rights to update this blog and bring her own voice to this page, as and when she can. I'll get a photo taken of us both to replace the one of me. This is not my blog, my page, my ideas. It's going to take two - and later its going to take more - to give this idea wings and get it off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, if anyone knows the bearings to success - can you let us know, and guide in our plane with those red flappy things they use at airports?? Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-5663688368522006468?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5663688368522006468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-takes-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5663688368522006468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/5663688368522006468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-takes-two.html' title='It takes two'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-1548428806965274290</id><published>2009-02-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:05:34.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When faced with a random blog as you trawl the bogosphere seeking entertainment - it's sometimes nice to know a bit about the person who's ramblings are being posted for the world to see. So allow me to introduce myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi. I'm Matt. Pleasure to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm fairly normal - as far as I'm aware. I live in a nice house in a nice area with nice neighbours. My partner is lovely, and he and I manage to semi-control our 2 dogs, 4 cats and 1 pet sheep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(As an aside, there were 2 pet sheep - but I got up the other morning to let the dogs out and came face to face with one very live sheep - and one not-so-live sheep. Bugger! I loved that sheep! He was a bunter, but still lovely. He just dropped down dead for no apparent reason. The nice people who gave us the sheep at 3 days old came and collected him, and lied by telling me they'd dug a big hole, lain a mattress within it, and would bury him there. I know he really went to the fleecy-woolen-underlay factory - but prefer to think of him laying on his own mattress rather than on someone else's).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something you should know about me is that I have this habit of waking up and deciding I want to 'be something'. Once, I wanted to be an Interior Designer - so I studied and passed by tests with a 96% average - then decided I didn't want to do that any more. Then I wanted to be a world-famous photographer - so I went out and bought the camera - and haven't really used it since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm quite good at that type of thing. There are other things I'm quite good at too, like writing or painting or making cakes. I'm quite good at mixing a drink, sewing in a straight line, and starting stuff I'll never finish. I'm just not sure whether I'm quite good at this whole 'making a movie' thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I have hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have Lisa to inspire me and amaze me with her brilliant writing (seriously - can someone please give her a job? She's fab. She can find the rhyming word for ANYTHING, and even when one doesn't exist, she'll make it up and convince you it really is a word). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have Wayne to keep me in line and roll his eyes, but never complain, when I come up with these schemes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have friends who support me and a family who believes in me. How can I help but to have hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've never co-written a screenplay. So what? Yeah - Lisa and me have to learn about directing, and all the right directy-words to say. Easy enough. OK - I'm not sure that I actually can edit a movie - let alone on a Mac! How hard can it be? I guess we're going to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I find out something brilliant while undertaking this project - I'll let you know. My first brilliant discovery was Lew Hunter's Screenwriting 434 book. It's jolly good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so, gentle reader, I sign off on my second blog entry. As I've said before - I'm not too good at finishing things - but I'm going to try and break the habit with this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Send out the good vibes - and if there's any good vibes I can send your way for something you're doing - I'll be happy to reciprocate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh - and if anyone at Mac is reading this and feels like flicking me some advice on how to edit a movie using iMovie '08 (all I have - I got the Mac about 2 weeks before iLife '09 came out - typical really!) that'd be ace!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-1548428806965274290?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1548428806965274290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/1548428806965274290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/1548428806965274290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207535228087380391.post-7475087885475168682</id><published>2009-02-01T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:34:32.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By this time next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are some things that will happen every New Year's Eve. You will be invited to a party and ordinarily, whether or not you want to attend, you go. You drink, or don't. You have fun, or don't. You make a New Year's Resolution, or two, or three. The clock strikes twelve, you sing, or kiss, or both, or neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These occurrences hold some risk. Risk, which, is usually so minimal you ignore it. You could get a cold-sore or glandular fever from kissing at midnight (at least, that's what someone at school once told me). You could have a terrible hangover on New Year's Day (usually followed with a new promise to never drink again). But of all of them - only one New Year's Even activity holds real risk. Resolutions. They carry the often realised risk of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one wants to fail. Everyone, I believe, truly has faith that they can give up smoking this year, or lose weight this year, or be less something-or-the-other this year. Then they have a smoke 'just to see if I hate it'. They have a slice of cake 'just because my body was craving sugar'. Or they slowly become something-or-the-other because some so-and-so did such-and-such. And then they feel a failure because they broke the promise they made themselves - and resolve never to make another resolution....until New Year's Eve rolls around again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is why I never make New Year's Resolutions - until this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Year - I was lucky enough to catch up with a long-time friend with whom I'd lost touch. She is clever and creative, and makes me feel like I could be clever and creative too. Such is her way. Her name is Lisa, and she lives with her equally clever and creative partner in an apartment in Sydney. She was recently made redundant (curse the global recession), but maintains her creativity by doing slightly off-the-wall, but fabulous stuff - which you'll find at her website, &lt;a href="http://crowdgoeswild.com"&gt;Crowd Goes Wild&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Part of catching up with someone like Lisa is the way that we instantly start reminiscing about how fabulously clever we used to be together (or at least thought we used to be). And this means ideas start happening again, ideas that tend not to happen in ones ordinary day-to-day routine. And I had an idea, and shared it with her, and now it's our New Years Resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will (note the will) write, shoot, edit and release a movie. that's the idea. We just have one small hitch. Lisa, as I have stated before, was recently made redundant, so has no money for such endeavors. I have a mortgage to pay, and several pets to feed, and find myself in a similarly cash-poor situation. So this film, this triumph of cinematic brilliance, will have to be made for a quite-tight budget. Between us - we will contribute the grand total of zero dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No cash. None. Not a bean. We will write, shoot, edit and release a movie for NO MONEY. Well - no money of our own. We will not apply for any funding - but we will beg and borrow locations, wardrobe, sound, cameras, actors - the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we'll test the only technology that's available to us. Our Macs. I'm a Mac convert (sorry!), but I want it to prove its mettle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, armed with nothing but a Mac and a resolution - we'll see if it can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wish us luck. We'll need it. If you live in the Wairarapa in New Zealand - expect us to knock on your door if we want to borrow, and borrow we will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know how this will work - I don't even know what the movie's about. I'm reading a book on screenwriting by Lew Hunter, who I believe is very good, and am hoping that'll be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have one year. By this time next year we want it to be finished. Like every New Year's Resolution, this one has a significant risk of failure. But I think we can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least I hope we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207535228087380391-7475087885475168682?l=thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7475087885475168682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-this-time-next-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/7475087885475168682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207535228087380391/posts/default/7475087885475168682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefreefilmproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-this-time-next-year.html' title='By this time next year'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636860800362826473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
