48 Hours of Pure, Unadulterated Action

I love movies. I love photography. I love music. I love monkeys*. Of course, this is a perfect formula for the obvious: making a film.

A friend of mine emailed me a couple of months ago, wanting to know if I would like to be involved in a competition. Competition? ME? Abso-fucker-lutely. Competition is the blood that keeps my vacant, empty heart beating with the joy of giving a good smashing to someone else's ego. Or something.

It's called the 48 Hour Film Project, an annual international film competition. The basic premise is that you make a short film (4 to 7 minutes) over the course of 48 hours. Subtle title, no?

The catch is, you don't know what type of film you are making until Friday night at 7. Teams pick a film genre out of a hat, and receive three elements that must be used in the film: a character, a prop, and a line of dialog. From there, you work like mad to write, shoot, edit, and score an awesome shorty.

We had a crackerjack (yeah, I said it!) team this year, from director to mistress of props, and I have to say that if we don't win best film for our city, it will be because someone else's film was just. that. good.

I think I'll wait to go into details until I can post our finished product, so you'll have to be patient. But there are screenings starting tonight (Asheville Pizza and Brewery, in case you're a local), and I'm going to gauge audience reaction.

But here are our elements:

Genre: Comedy (awesahhhmm!)

Character: Vick/Vicki Putterman, Environmentalist
Prop: an umbrella (heh heh heh)
Dialog: That's not the way I heard it. (ho hum)

We basically created a story around our prop, the umbrella. He experiences a full day of violence, culinary creations, dancing, and sex. That's right: UMBRELLA SEX.

Check back often and regularly for more!

Boo, out.

*Note: No monkeys were harmed in the writing of this blog.