Showing posts with label saberfrog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saberfrog. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Making sense of it all


It's been a busy two months. I sent out some screener copies of Saberfrog, and have gotten a couple reviews – a very positive one from a German site called Search My Trash, and a rather more mixed review from Film Threat.

Getting that kind of public feedback for the movie has been a big shot in the arm. In the years since I started this blog, I've sometimes filled the slower months with blog posts about semi-related topics about filmmaking, discussions of movies that had some indirect kinship with Saberfrog, and the occasional flat-out rant about things that were bugging me about my generation and/or modern culture in general.

In hindsight, it seems like the plot of Saberfrog, and the writing, production and release of the movie, has been part of a larger effort to make sense of, adapt to, the world that's very different from the one I knew in my 20s. Over these past few years I've witnessed the rise of transmedia, the demise of Borders and classic Final Cut Pro, and a general shift from a world of sensitive artsy loners who were philosophical about art and filmmaking to a slicker, snarkier, hyper-social, on-demand world where there's more competition for attention and eyeballs.

I think the biggest shift of all has been the shift from a culture of analog media to a culture of digital media. People my age learned to embrace the scratchiness of a 16mm film screening, the grubbiness of a VHS bootleg, the mustiness of a used paperback. I remember “watching” scrambled pay channels that still let you listen to the sound even if the picture was garbled. I even remember fiddling with a TV aerial to try to pick up snowy, distant transmissions from stations in faraway cities.

It's not that those days were better, necessarily. It's just that we folks of a certain age learned to associate those kinds of analog artifacts with authenticity. Knowing that a work of art had some miles on it, or survived in only compromised quality, made it seem more rare and valuable somehow. Every counterculture aesthetic – from the hippies to the punks to the grunge slackers – embraced the idea that dirt and distortion and rawness made things cool.

But that was an analog attitude, and we're in a digital age now. There are no garbled or snowy TV channels – either you get a channel or you don't get it at all. People still like movies, but they're not held on a pedestal anymore. Movie theaters aren't these sacred cathedrals where you go to worship the art of cinema – they're just one of many possible outlets where a piece of “content” will become available. You can still make a low-budget movie, but you're no longer a one-of-a-kind hero for doing so, and if you do it's not supposed to have the bedraggled Clerks aesthetic – now it has to be shot on a DSLR and look like an Oscar-winning Hollywood cinematographer shot it in order to stand out as a professional production amid all the kittens playing piano. As a fellow producer recently put it, when you submit a movie to a festival nowadays, “you're competing against high school kids with cell phones.”

Saberfrog didn't seem like that weird a movie when I wrote it or shot it, because my head was still in the analog era, when people reached into their soul and pulled up something strange and raw and personal because that's what they had to do and because that's what independent film audiences were looking to see.

But perhaps it's a good thing that I didn't know any better, or I might not have made the movie. No matter how much the world changes, I think there will always be a need for people who see things differently, who have the guts/craziness/courage/foolishness to do what other people aren't doing. At the very least, it shows other people that such things are possible.

Sometimes, like Josh in the movie, I have an internal debate raging in my head. I wonder whether making low-to-no-budget movies is still worth the trouble, what kind of movies I should be making in today's world, whether there's a big enough audience for the kind of movies I believe in, and whether I have enough of the huckster instinct that it seems to take to promote yourself nowadays. But somehow I always end up coming to the same conclusion: Just do what you believe in.

And every effort opens doors. You end up going places you otherwise wouldn't have gone, and meeting people you otherwise wouldn't have met. And as easy as it is to get confused about where our online culture is headed, with all that crowding and diversity, you have to remember that no one is consuming all of it, that there are still niches, and that if you're smart and persistent then you can find the folks who get it.

I've been doing a lot of writing in the past couple months, and I'm plotting what my next project will be. It might be connected to Saberfrog in some way, or it might be something new with completely different characters. There's life in Saberfrog yet, but I'll probably be switching my energies to a new project in the next couple months. And I hope that those of you who've followed the Saberfrog journey this far will join me on the next journey as well.

Stay tuned …

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

People who like more than one thing

I started writing this blog entry on September 17, while sitting by the waterfront at FDR Drive and East 23rd Street in New York City. I was attending IFP's Independent Film Week, and an outdoor film screening was about to begin, of excerpts from various feature films that indie filmmakers were making through the organization. I've been attending this conference for several years in a row, and while I continue to find its panels and lectures to be informative, I've found that having the opportunity to network with other filmmakers is even more beneficial.

This year I got to meet one-on-one with a respected advisor in the field of independent filmmaking and self-distribution, who acknowledged the steps I'd taken so far – a website, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, a blog, a YouTube trailer – and gave advice on additional steps to take.

Fishing for constructive criticism, I asked if there was anything that I was currently doing wrong. With a slightly pained expression, she brought up this very blog, saying that it read more like a diary than a film production blog. I couldn't really argue with this. Much of the past year has been slow behind-the-scenes, so I took to writing about other things that crossed my mind – movies, culture, philosophy. For me, though, these topics were at least indirectly related to the themes of the movie, or to experiences that had influenced its creation.

In the world of indie film and self-distribution, I've repeatedly heard two pieces of advice which seem to contradict each other. One is that a filmmaker should concentrate on filmmaking, and leave the publicity and marketing to someone else. The other is that you, as a filmmaker, know your film better than anyone else and that therefore only you truly know how to market it.

For me it's been tricky because Saberfrog is a warped comedy that resulted from the uneasy mental state I was in when I wrote and directed it. In other words, Saberfrog is a personal film. And in order to truly understand the film and its potential audience, I had to understand the fool who made it.

About a week before going to the IFP conference, I made a somewhat shorter trip out of town to discuss my upcoming screening tour at a meeting of the Buffalo Movie-Video Makers. During my Q&A, I was asked: “What did you learn about yourself while making the film?” That was a pretty profound question, which I don't think I quite managed to answer, even after several years spent nurturing this nutty project.

I think the answer lies with something that John Karyus said when I interviewed him for a promotional video. I asked him who he thought the target audience was for Saberfrog, and he said, in part: “People who like more than one thing.”

To some degree, he was referring to the film's combination of elements from different genres, saying that it would appeal to people who like both character-based drama and B-grade horror movies. I thought that was an insightful statement, but I also think it runs deeper than either of us realized at the time.

One of the themes in Saberfrog is the tension between following your heart and following your conscience, between being a fulfilled person and being a moral person, between being a child-at-heart and being a responsible adult. Most people seem to believe that only one of those two paths is the right one, and that the other is false and delusional. But I guess I'm a yin-and-yang kind of guy, because I'm only truly happy when I'm fulfilled in both areas. I think it's important to do what pleases you, but I also think it's character-building to do the things that you don't feel like doing, or don't think you're good at.

A lot of people don't seem to think like that. The Internet age is all about niches and cliques, and finding the community of people just like you while shunning (or trolling) everyone else. Many people are happy to belong to a clique, whether it's based on politics or music or what have you.

But I've never happily belonged to any one clique. They each have their different prejudices, which go unchallenged if you only fraternize with people just like you.

Maybe you know the feeling of not quite belonging in any one place, to any one group. You might be a fiscal conservative but a social liberal. You might be a Christian Goth, or a small-government atheist, or a Black Republican, or something else entirely that doesn't even have a name yet.

In fact, that's how every movement starts. Someone sees things differently. Someone says and does the things that no one has thought to say or do before, but which seem completely obvious afterward. Or someone says and does the things that no one else dares to do, because it seems so against the grain … and once they do, it becomes clear that other people secretly felt the same way and were just waiting for someone else to say it out loud.

Not everyone starts a movement, but I'm sure there are many restless souls out there who don't accept the shortcuts and easy answers that other people are content with.

So if you care more about seeking answers than following rules ... then this film is for you. This film is definitely for you.

And if you like foul-mouthed comedy, the movie has that too.

So come see Saberfrog.

How's that, Sheri?



Sunday, September 30 - Hamden, Connecticut. The Outer Space, 295 Treadwell St, 3 pm.

Monday, October 1 - Baltimore, Maryland. No screening scheduled, but I'll be in town!

Tuesday, October 2 - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Melwood Screening Room, 477 Melwood Ave, 8 pm.

Sunday, October 7 - Cleveland, Ohio. Cedar Lee Theatre, 2163 Lee Road, Cleveland Heights, 2 pm.

Thursday, October 11 - Buffalo, New York. Hallwalls, 341 Delaware Ave, 8 pm.

Saturday, October 13 - Toronto, Ontario. CineCycle, 129 Spadina Ave, 8 pm.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Saberfrog Road Trip – Tour Dates!

An idea came to me one day, for a movie that I had to make. A story about a guy named Josh, who goes on a road trip across several cities, to find old friends and recover his own past.

I thought I'd left my filmmaking dreams behind me, but this story came from my soul and demanded to be made. It would be full of comedy and drama and weirdness and deepness.

I got the film made, and the film had some showings in Rochester and Buffalo (the two cities in which it was filmed) and it got into a couple of small local festivals. But the demands of normal life could only be kept at bay for so long, and the film was sidelined once more. For a while.

But you can't make a movie just to leave it on a shelf. Films are meant to be seen, and shown. And I feel a need to complete the journey I began.

So I'm re-enacting the journey that Josh takes in the film. I'm going from Connecticut to Baltimore to Pittsburgh to Cleveland to Buffalo to Toronto. Along the way, I'm going to show the film, talk to people, make new friends, and come home with a record (and a video diary) about the experience.

Sunday, September 30 - Hamden, Connecticut. The Outer Space, 295 Treadwell St, 3 pm.

Monday, October 1 - Baltimore, Maryland. No screening scheduled, but I'll be in town!

Tuesday, October 2 - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Melwood Screening Room, 477 Melwood Ave, 8 pm.

Sunday, October 7 - Cleveland, Ohio. Cedar Lee Theatre, 2163 Lee Road, Cleveland Heights, 2 pm.

Thursday, October 11 - Buffalo, New York. Hallwalls, 341 Delaware Ave, 8 pm.

Saturday, October 13 - Toronto, Ontario. CineCycle, 129 Spadina Ave, 8 pm.

So if you're in one of those cities this fall, I hope to see you, and I hope you enjoy the movie!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Resurgence

I've been trying to write a new blog post for a while, but have thrown out two previous drafts as a result of new thoughts and experiences I've had recently.

I spent much of May pitching in on the production of Adrian Esposito's film Bury My Heart With Tonawanda, a period film about a young man with Down's Syndrome finding acceptance in a Native American community. On a couple of days I was asked to fill in as cameraman, which I never considered my strongest skill as a film student, but which is now an area where I feel more confident. It's been a very ambitious project, marshaling the talents and enthusiasm of many people from inside and outside Rochester, and I look forward to seeing its completion.

I've had other personal experiences and insights in recent weeks, which I was going to yammer about at great length – in fact, there are two previous drafts of this blog entry where I did just that. However, a recent family near-emergency caused me to rethink my priorities and whether my own crap is that important or not, so I'm gonna keep it brief.

On Memorial Day weekend, I visited my friends Greg and Misha down in NYC. They were throwing a kind of mini sci-fi convention for friends at their home, and I was invited to be a Fan Guest of Honor to give a presentation on Doctor Who. The presentation was well-received, and folks asked many questions during and after the presentation. I saw how much social capital there was in having knowledge of something that other people were interested in.

It was a great experience, and a further step towards recharging my faith in fandom. I've let the especially shrill fans of a different franchise – the Franchise That Shall Not Be Named (which had its thirty-fifth anniversary last month) – blind me to the acceptance and friendliness that can still be found in the larger fan community. I've complained enough about That Franchise's possessive fanboys, and doing so probably made me just as possessive as they were, and therefore not really any better than them.

While there is much in later installments of That Franchise that I would still defend, I think part of the continuing dispute is that its plaid-clad creator keeps clinging to an older expectation of the relationship between artist and audience. Basically, he's still trying to be Stanley Kubrick in a Joss Whedon world.

Once upon a time, a person who was into the arts – either as an artist or as a fan – tended to be a loner or an outcast. When you read interviews with 1970s directors like Spielberg or Scorsese or Coppola, they always seem to talk about growing up as the weird kid with asthma who had to create a rich fantasy life to compensate for the lack of outlets in their own life. Every subcultural movement, whether political (feminism, black power) or artistic (punk, grunge, rap), comes from a similar need to transform enforced separateness into an identity. Having a personal vision and trying to get it out there – whether the mass audience understood it or not – was why people wanted to become filmmakers in the first place.

That separatist attitude may explain why most artistically acclaimed films tend to be about alienation, victimization, loneliness, lack of emotion, lack of connection with other people. Or they tend to be protest movies about how society and the masses are dumb. Critics praised these films for being challenging and uncompromising.

Science fiction, in particular, went for these kinds of separatist themes again and again. The dystopian future that only the disaffected hero has the courage to defy. The mutants who are born special in a world that fears and persecutes specialness. The androids who struggle with human concepts such as empathy. The Gandhi-like aliens who force humans to consider how cruel and careless their own society can be. All of these played to a crowd that saw themselves as being deprived, marginalized and wronged.

But the culture has changed. In spite of all the manufactured rage you find on the Internet and on talk shows, to me the world seems friendlier and more accepting than it did when I was younger. It's much easier to find a welcoming community that shares your interests. Geek culture seems a lot more cheerful now. Which is as it should be, because humans are social creatures and we are meant to interact with each other. When I was younger, I wanted to run away. But now, I want to belong.

I feel like I've come full circle on this point, because as a kid I just wanted to make cool, fun movies. Perhaps years of studying film has made the role of the defiant artist seem more alluring, to the point where the kinds of movies I used to love – that I used to aspire to make – now can seem too easy, too safe, too mainstream.

Fandom also has a certain seduction, which part of me resists. It seems safer to obsess over something outside yourself – that objectively exists in the world already, that other people already know about – than to spend time digging inside yourself to produce something new, that needs to be promoted from scratch. It's easier to be a fan than to be an artist.

I do still have a desire to see something odd and different now and again, and I do still lament the way that established brands are replacing original visions. If you want to make a movie based on a story and characters you thought of yourself, it does seem that you need to steer a bit more towards an indie hipster audience rather than a genre fan audience. But just because an audience doesn't know they'll like something doesn't mean they won't like it once they actually see it. And if expectations for movies seem more limited nowadays, expectations for other storytelling forms have continued to grow. And you can't resist that. You can't be a separatist.

All this has been on my mind as I consider where the Saberfrog journey has taken me – from writing, to production, to the steps I'm now taking to find a wider audience for it. It really seems like the main character's journey in the film has mirrored my own progression. Josh starts out as a lonely, alienated nerd in search of meaning in his life, with only his obsession with a sci-fi franchise to give him solace. By the end of his journey, he has learned some life lessons and formed a connection with other people in the wider world.

That's what I'm trying to do now. After months or years of huddling in my shell, waiting for the storm to blow over, I'm ready to venture out into the world and connect with an audience again.

I'm finally putting together an official Saberfrog DVD, which I plan to have for sale by the end of the year. I'm also looking into setting up online streaming of the film at some point. I've even managed to write the first of the novels that Josh is obsessed with (though it could still use another draft).

But on top of all that, I'm planning to take Saberfrog on the road later this year. The film is a road movie, set in several different cities (if not actually filmed there). So I've decided it would be a good idea to actually go to those places – and maybe a few others – and screen the film for an untapped audience.

It might not happen. I might run out of time, or the venues in those areas might not be affordable. And the publicity and logistics could be challenging. But I've had the idea since April, and I'm finally announcing the goal here and now. God knows I've had some dark and despairing moments with this movie, but you can't make a movie and just shelve it. It needs to be seen.

I'm back, baby. And so is Saberfrog.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Back in the saddle

Yikes, I didn't post at all in June, and almost missed July as well.

The reason I've been radio silent for the past two months is that I've had a lot to process. I've been busy with various things at work and in my personal life, and I didn't really have the time or energy to devote to Saberfrog.

There have been several times that I saw or thought of something that I wanted to blog about, but never got around to it. One was this IndieWire article about film schools which is actually a response to two other articles on the subject; one in the New York Times, the other a snarky rejoinder from Gawker.

Back in my day (he says in a grizzled 1890's prospector voice) going to film school was about the only way to get access to the equipment necessary to make a movie. There were, however, many inspirational success stories of people who made something cheap and crude and simple which got picked up for widespread distribution.

With the Miramax-era gold rush now long gone, and the tools for production and self-distribution available to pretty much anyone with a credit card and Internet access, I'm not quite sure what the allure of film school is to the current generation of students. Perhaps, in spite of all the hype about social media, having an actual real-world community of peers and mentors is still desirable, especially if you're a young person trying to find your place in the world, and your own voice as an artist.

Speaking of real-world communities, I get tired of being expected to do absolutely everything online, without any contact with an actual human. One of the great things about living in the 1990s was that there were bookstores and video stores that seemed to carry everything. Even if you had alternative or esoteric tastes, you had the luxury of being able to walk into a store, see the thing you wanted, and go home with it immediately. I felt that, if it was on a shelf for sale, it meant there were other people buying the same thing. It meant you weren't the only person who liked Red Dwarf or whatever – or even if you were, it meant there was a store that catered to you.

And there was a chance that the clerk might be just enough of a quasi-Tarantino to notice what you were buying and be able to have a conversation with you about it. In a previous post I complained about a Borders clerk who hassled me for buying a Colin Baker episode of Doctor Who. But I have to give her credit for caring.

Alas, those halcyon days of Media Play, CompUSA, Blockbuster and Borders are over. Well, there's still at least one Blockbuster in Rochester, but the two Borders outlets are now closing for good. I have many happy memories of these places. At the Borders in Henrietta, authors gave talks and book signings. A writers' group I belonged to met at the cafe there. The Borders in Victor had a cafe that was a pleasant place to sit and get work done.

Not that long ago, people really cared about real places and real human interaction. You could buy things online if you wanted, through Amazon or eBay or what have you, but the real world was still considered valuable and important and cool. Roger Ebert once declared that video-on-demand would never replace video stores because people would still want to go to a real store; he drew a comparison to Starbucks, which he said wasn't just selling coffee, but also a trip away from the office. But I think a generational shift has finally happened, and folks who grew up taking the Internet for granted don't have any such attachment to physical spaces. Many nerds seem happy to live their lives solely online, but I'm one nerd who doesn't like to become withdrawn from the world.

Some real-world experiences live on, though. Two weeks ago, the Echo Park Film Center in LA visited the Visual Studies Workshop in Rochester as part of their cross-country journey showing experimental films in arty venues across the land. It was fun to see oddball short films in an outdoor setting, not a privilege I've had in a while. Most of the films were made by students, and the closing act was The Sound We See, a 25-minute black-and-white film depicting a day in Los Angeles, with each minute representing a different hour (and made by different people if I remember right).

While I always like to attend the rare underground film event at VSW, I don't think I was quite in the right mood that day. However, I appreciated it a lot more in hindsight. It somehow restored my faith in off-Hollywood filmmaking. The presenters were fun and enthusiastic, and The Sound We See (which I bought the DVD of) was surprisingly entertaining and had a great soundtrack.

As someone who grew up on oddball classroom films as well as the strange little animations that populated Sesame Street, I always had a little bit of a soft spot for experimental films, but this fondness was squashed by militant film professors (and classmates) who felt that there should only be experimental films. An aspect of the 1990s that I don't miss is the amount of negativity and hostility in the arts. It was a time of defeatism and deadening political correctness, and art wasn't considered any good unless it had the single message that the Republicans were plotting to kill us all. And yet the black-clad Eeyores of that time somehow claimed to embody the spirit of the 1960s, an era when the arts were colorful and energetic and fun, an era regarded even by those with qualms about its politics as a golden age for movies and music.

Fortunately, the Echo Park event was much truer to that spirit. The films they showed, while not all equally great, seemed to be made by people with genuine joy in what they were doing, and none of the films were so long that they taxed my patience (another common sin in experimental films). After spending far too much time online in the company of shrill, angry Internet nerds who hate movies, the Echo Park event was a reminder that there are still people who genuinely love filmmaking.

Also, I recently took an Adobe Flash class to brush up on my skills. Years ago, after being fed up with the irrationality and subjectivity of the arts, I dove into the world of programming and software development. It was satisfying to be in a world where things were true or false, where code either worked or it didn't. As I geared up to make Saberfrog, though, all my old irrational filmmaking passions came roaring back, and programming lost its appeal. Now I'm regaining those technical skills, and it is immensely satisfying. I feel like my old self again.

And where is Saberfrog these days? Well, it got another film festival rejection. I missed a few other festival deadlines I really wanted to meet, but I just wasn't up for it at the time. I do have some fun ideas for promoting the film and its universe, as well as a follow-up project using some of the same elements. I've just been too busy and burnt out to do anything about it. But I'm starting to feel on top of things again.

In just two months it'll be the one-year anniversary of the film's first public screening, so I should think about getting a proper DVD release together. Saberfrog needs to complete the journey I blindly began in 2006.

Back to that film-school article in the Times, I like the comment from the school dean who describes the current students' attitude as “I’m going to make a career that probably doesn’t even exist right now”. That attitude, while shockingly naïve, is also inspiring and optimistic. Being young means having that kind of confidence and fearlessness. The challenge, as an artist, is to hold onto some – if not all – of that attitude even after you've supposedly learned better.



Wednesday, May 4, 2011

May the 4th be with you

Last week was the 360|365 film festival, Rochester's biggest and most prestigious annual film festival. After years of me trying to get a film into the fest, this year the festival accepted and showed two films I'd worked on: Catching the Express, an RIT student film in which I was a supporting actor, and Unmasked, a short film by Rochester filmmaker Mike Boas, for which I was cinematographer. Mike was out of town that week, so I was given his festival pass and got to attend as many of the screenings and parties as possible.

It felt like my own real-life version of 'The Five Doctors', as I encountered people from every era of my career. There were people who knew me as a writer, director, actor, crewmember, and animator. My old NYU professor John Canemaker was a guest speaker, and I spent one of the after parties encountering several of my former WXXI coworkers, as well as people who I hadn't seen since the founding days of Rochester's film office. I saw 20 years' worth of personal and professional contacts in one day.

It's somehow fitting that I find myself reflecting on a life of filmmaking today. Partly because I had a production meeting for Saberfrog three years ago today (according to my old notes), but mostly because May the 4th has been designated, for groaningly punnish reasons, as Star Wars Day. It was, after all, Star Wars that inspired me to become a filmmaker.

For a 35-year-old movie, Star Wars and the universe it spawned as proved stubbornly relevant. The forthcoming Blu-Ray release and a planned 3D theatrical re-release seem guaranteed to keep people talking about these films. And recent fan-made documentaries such as Star Wars Begins and The People vs. George Lucas prove that they are, indeed, still being talked about. No one thinks to ask why Star Wars is a big deal – after all these years it's just accepted somehow.

Five years ago at this time, I was treating myself to a marathon of all six films on DVD. I was going through a personal crisis (the same one that inspired me to write Saberfrog), and re-experiencing the saga that had had such a long-term impact on my life seemed like the thing to do. My friend John Karyus had theorized that once all the films were on DVD and could be watched in chronological order, people would start to see a method to George Lucas' madness. I put that theory to this test and took notes.

Episode I: The Phantom Menace is still a troubled piece of work, wildly uneven in its tone and pacing. The first half-hour alone is a mess of plot holes (how did the Jedi escape the poison gas?), baffling setup, and unfunny comedy. I can see what Lucas was trying to do with Jar Jar Binks – being nice to the silly forest creature gives our Jedi heroes access to a vast army, as in Episode VI (just as Luke's failure to put up with Yoda's antics in Episode V is supposed to be a warning). But the whole Gungan subplot seems like padding, and their final battle isn't all that exciting. Lucas' preference for understated acting clashes awkwardly with the cartoonish CGI, making all the human actors look and sound wooden by comparison.

Yet the film has as many virtues as weaknesses. The climactic duel with Darth Maul is still impressive. Lucas fills his exotic worlds with imaginative visuals and neat throwaway details (I liked the tulip-headed woman standing behind Jabba during the pod race). Sebulba is a cool creature with an awesome voice, and if he'd taken the place of Jar Jar Binks then everyone would have loved this movie.

The unsung star of the film is Pernilla August as Anakin’s mother Shmi – she communicates warmth and humanity as soon as she appears onscreen. Her farewell to Anakin is a genuinely moving moment, especially when viewed in hindsight, with the full knowledge of how the story will progress.

If Episode I went overboard in aiming at little boys, the next film seems geared more towards teenage girls. The opening scenes of Episode II: Attack of the Clones have a greater number of prominent female characters than the entire original trilogy, and that's before we see female Jedi. The romantic scenes on Naboo have been understandably mocked, but they seem to reinforce the attempt to make Episode II a more feminine and romantic entry in the series.

Episode II seems to be the forgotten entry in the saga, and in some quarters has become the most hated episode as well, which is a shame as I really dug it. It's visually impressive and full of great action, and I liked the way it added darkness and complexity to the clean-cut universe introduced in the previous film. Yoda's climactic fight scene has become an object of scorn for some joyless fans, but the audience went wild at the midnight screening I attended, and I will always remember that as one of the most electrifying moments I've ever had in a movie theater.

Lucas has admitted that he had to put a lot of padding in Episodes I and II to make them feature-length, whereas with Episode III: Revenge of the Sith he had to cut a lot out, and I think this is the main reason why Episode III is the strongest of the prequels. When there's real drama and real storytelling going on, Lucas can be as good a writer/director as anyone; it's when he treads water to indulge himself that he makes mistakes.

Padme's death is too contrived, and Vader's much-ridiculed “No!” could have been more convincing. Otherwise, as an adult I find Episode III to be my favorite Star Wars movie, heresy as that may be to some. The moral contrast between the Jedi (selfless, honest) and the Sith (selfish, deceitful) is more clearly articulated here than in the original trilogy, and Anakin's struggle to distinguish between them make this the first Star Wars movie where the dialogue scenes are more compelling than the fight scenes (which are great).

I'll never understand people who complain that Anakin goes from good to evil in the blink of an eye; he spent most of Episode II struggling to battle his demons, and I thought Episode III quite skillfully showed Palpatine planting the seeds of doubt that will finally cause Anakin to defect to the Sith. Ewan McGregor is excellent as the middle-aged Obi-wan, but it's Ian McDiarmid as Palpatine who steals the movie outright.

While the prequels certainly have their flaws, I'm still amazed at the fanboy determination to dismiss them entirely. I get the impression that Star Wars nerds want to live in a simplistic world without any children, romance, politics, or pregnant women. But a major appeal of the original trilogy was it presented a simple, innocent world where good and evil were clear-cut, and I think this is a core reason why so many fans found the prequels – with their murky ethical conflicts – hard to accept.

Watching the original trilogy as a continuation of the prequel trilogy was an interesting experience. While the tinnier soundtrack and cheaper-looking costumes immediately identify Episode IV: A New Hope (aka the original Star Wars) as a much older film, it's impressive how well the end of Episode III links up visually with IV. The spaceship set, the robots, the stormtroopers and Vader are all images that pick up where Episode III left off.

There are some striking moments of unintended retro-continuity in Episode IV. It now seems that the stormtroopers wear white because they were originally the good guys, and that Luke stares at the twin sunset because he has a twin out there somewhere, even though these thoughts probably never occurred to Lucas back in 1977. The slow reveal of Obi-wan's hooded face seems as if it's meant to ease the viewer into accepting a new actor in the role previously played by Ewan McGregor.

There are, however, other moments in Episode IV where it's obvious that the epic backstory depicted in the prequels and sequels had not been conceived yet. Now that we know Vader is the Emperor's right hand man, it's strange that he's the servant of a governor here. And the Force has no moral dimension in this film; it's something cool to have on your side, but not something you have to take responsibility for. (Obi-wan's reference to being “seduced by the dark side of the Force” would have been an unexplained throwaway in 1977.)

Watching the films in story order, Luke is the first character in the saga to be unfamiliar with the Force (even Jar Jar seemed to know about it), and Han is the first one not to believe in it – a sign that we've left the pseudo-Biblical era of the prequels and entered a modern, secular age (which is quite a leap considering that episodes III and IV are only about 20 years apart in story terms).

The Imperial briefing room scene is well done, with great characters and interesting camerawork – it's a shame that the prequels couldn't handle their political exposition sequences as well. The rescue of Princess Leia, and the charming ineptitude of our heroes in the process, seems to sum up everything that viewers found lacking in the prequels.

Yet my adult eyes now find some problems with Episode IV. The film can't decide whether Han is a jaded, seen-it-all badass or a comedy buffoon. I now wonder why – after escaping the Death Star – the Falcon doesn't just go into hyperspace instead of sticking around to battle the TIE fighters. I also notice that we're never given any clear indication of what the Rebellion actually stands for other than being anti-Empire. (But then, this was the 1970s, so being anti-authority was probably considered good enough.)

The original Star Wars trilogy is usually considered politically liberal, with the Rebels as 60s/70s counterculture and the Empire as either America or the British Empire (and, by extension, Western civilization). But all the ship battles seem to be based on World War II movies, so it might be more accurate to read the Rebel Alliance as the Allied forces (or the French Resistance) and the Imperials as Nazi Germany. In which case, Han's refusal to join the final battle makes him kind of a draft dodger. (An oft-overlooked detail of Episode IV is that Luke originally just wanted to go to college; it's only after his family is killed that he decides to join a religious order and enlist in a war.)

The fact that there's a ticking clock (the threat of the Death Star destroying the Rebel base, an idea added in post-production) gives the climactic space battle an urgency that was missing in the battles at the end of Episode I. But this final battle feels like a switch to a completely different movie. Episode IV spends its running time rounding up a big gang only to sideline most of them at the end, leaving Luke with a bunch of new characters who all get killed off.

Episode IV is still a fun movie, but it feels kind of lightweight when viewed immediately after Episodes II and III. The destruction of the Death Star feels like a minor payoff, not a major victory. Luke is a one-dimensional character whose triumph seems unearned – the death of his aunt and uncle is nothing more than a stroke of good luck that lets him finally go and have fun – so his journey doesn't seem to have much emotional depth.

It's quickly obvious that a different director was in charge of Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, because the quality of the acting jumps enormously compared to the “previous” four films. Even a minor character like Rogue Two gives a good performance, and the hallway argument between Han and Leia is worthy of The West Wing. It's noticeable that in this film, and this film only, is Vader the fearsome, laconic demon of popular memory, rather than a mopey bulldog bossed around by someone else.

Episode V is beautifully directed by Irvin Kershner, with great photography and fine performances (Carrie Fisher, in particular, is terrific throughout). But there are some strange plot holes as well. Why does Vader arrive on Hoth with the troops? (Is he looking for Luke?) And why does the massive Imperial starfleet pursue the tiny Falcon instead of going after the Rebel fleet? (Maybe they're trying to capture it to use as bait for Luke, but they seem to be shooting to kill.) The Emperor sequence, as reshot with Ian McDiarmid for DVD, now suggests that Vader didn't know Luke was his son even though he knew of Luke's existence, which is confusing unless Vader is deliberately playing coy. It's really not clear how far in advance Vader is planning his trap for Luke.

There's a thematic element in Episode V (and VI) that doesn't quite come off, and is only made visible by comparison to the prequel trilogy. It's supposed to be a threat that Luke might fall to the dark side as his father did, but this threat never feels tangible because Luke is too much of a goody-goody. He's not “reckless”, as Yoda claims (though neither was Obi-wan, admittedly), and a result there's no apparent reason for his constant refusal to believe anything Yoda tells him. Luke's desire for revenge against Vader seems like it could have been developed more (and he seems only interested in avenging his father, not his aunt and uncle, who unlike Anakin's mom get completely forgotten). Only after seeing Episode III is it clear that using the Force to overthrow authority (as Vader encourages Luke to do to the Emperor) is supposed to be a one-way ticket to the dark side.

Lando is an interesting character. Even before we meet him, Han's verbal description of him seems to promise another Casablanca-style hero, like Han himself. In fact, the Casablanca parallels are stronger with Lando, who actually owns a neutral establishment that's put in peril when the Imperials/Nazis come along. If Han represents Francis Coppola (as has been suggested), then Lando might represent Lucas himself, a self-made businessman dealing with supply and labor difficulties and trying to maintain his independence from the Empire (Hollywood) and the guilds. (Usually Luke is the character considered to be a Lucas surrogate, but notice that Luke and Lando never talk to each other in the same shot!)

The carbonite slab encasing Han is a clever image. When upright it looks like a gravestone, and when horizontal it looks like a coffin. I never spotted that before. Han's capture is clearly an old-school cliffhanger, and even as a kid I never got the overwhelming sense of darkness and defeat that everyone else got from Episode V. The final scene is a pretty blatant declaration of optimisim and hope, and practically pummels you into understanding that everything is going to turn out OK in the next film.

Which leaves us with Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. The title gives away the ending, which sums up one of the overall problems with Episode VI – at every point we're told what's going to happen, and the viewer can only wait for it to happen. Around the point of the speeder bike chase, it becomes clear that Luke's confrontation with Vader, seemingly the dramatic point of the whole movie, is going to be some time in coming, and that there won't be much to do until then but look at your watch.

While Episode VI was always considered a letdown compared to its two predecessors, it plays even worse as a conclusion to the whole six-film saga. Perhaps I know too much about the behind-the-scenes problems (Lucas wanted to wrap up the story quickly and cheaply, with an obedient journeyman director, in the hopes of getting back to normal domestic life), but while Episodes IV and V are the work of a filmmaker determined to fight for his vision, Episode VI reeks of contractual obligation and “let's just get this the hell over with”.

Even as a prequel apologist, I find it hard to think of many positive things to say about Episode VI after rewatching it as an adult. Bib Fortuna's a nicely sinister character, and Luke wears his newfound Jedi authority well in the Jabba sequence. But that's about it.

Luke's plan to rescue Han seems overly dependent on luck and coincidence, Han's sarcastic comedy asides have become corny and lame, and Leia has devolved from Rebel leader to a supporting character (and why does she wear rogue with combat fatigues?). The camerawork is dull and flat, and the acting is generally awful, though this is partly disguised by the relative lack of dialogue scenes between two human characters. (It's hard to imagine that Lucas might have made the acting in Episode I intentionally bland in order to bookend Episode VI, but I wouldn't entirely put it past him.)

While the Gungans in Episode I were criticized as racial caricatures due to their dialect, I think the Ewoks – spear-wielding, superstitious cannibals – are much more racist a concept (especially when a black-faced Ewok gets zapped in the butt by Artoo and runs away in a slapstick manner), though no one seems to complain about that. It's their cuteness that fans have criticized, and unfortunately the movie plays into this by having Han immediately regard them as harmless teddy bears, thus encouraging the audience to do the same.

When Threepio regales the Ewoks with our heroes' past adventures, I finally get the symbolism that had eluded me for over three decades – Star Wars is a story told around a campfire. Another thing I will give Episode VI credit for is that Threepio gets an unusually large role in the plot.

Since Padme was shown to have died in childbirth in Episode III, Leia's childhood impression of her now plays as an indicator of her Force abilities, rather than an actual memory. This is another neat bit of retro continuity in what is otherwise an awful scene – I had a definite sense that Carrie Fisher doesn't buy the soap opera dialogue she's expected to say. When Han arrives, his dialogue (“Hey, what's going on?”, “Could you tell Luke, is that who you could tell?”) is unintentionally hilarious, and when Carrie Fisher turns away in despair she looks as if she's trying not to laugh.

Ian McDiarmid is “still” great as the Emperor, but is not so well-written in this film. He makes no real attempt to seduce Luke to the dark side; instead, he just taunts him in a generically evil way. For this confrontation to make any dramatic sense or have any suspense, Luke should have a reason to want to use the dark side (as Anakin did in Episode III) but be struggling to resist it. The conflict between Luke, Vader and the Emperor might be a more satisfying payoff to the saga if these characters had had more interaction, in this film or in the ones leading up to it.

The action-packed finale was always considered the highlight of Episode VI, but sadly this also disappoints. The space battle, though still decent (and very impressive for its time), pales in comparison to the space battles in the prequels, and the forest battle is just embarrassing. The technologically superior Empire losing to the forest-dwelling Ewoks is supposed to be Lucas' Vietnam parallel, so why is it so limp and slapstick? Why is there no handheld camerawork, or anything to make the audience feel like they're in the middle of a war or an ambush? It seems more like a barroom brawl than a fight for the future of the Republic. If a bunch of different races united to fight the Empire, instead of just this one gang of short teddy bears, it would have been more impressive. Here it's not just one guy like Jar Jar being slapstick – it's the whole species!

When film historians complain about the 1980s as a decade of crappy special effects movies with no social relevance, Episode VI is the movie they're really thinking of. Somehow the mythic resonance is missing from this movie – this should be the big payoff, but instead it's a disposable kid's movie with no connections to universal myth, film history, world history, or anything else. It left me feeling foolish for devoting a whole weekend to watching Star Wars movies.

So what did I learn from this marathon?

I noticed certain themes and images repeating. Throughout the six films there is a frequent contrast between the ancient code of morality and honor represented by the Force, and a more cynical, amoral, secular, modern world where only money seems to matter. Several of the films depict a wise, altruistic Jedi trying to get something from a more cynical, mercenary character (Qui-Gonn and Watto, Obi-wan and Dexter, Obi-wan and Han, Luke and Jabba). The rise of a world based on money and technology, rather than moral values, seems to signal the downfall of the Republic, since it's a group of business entities – the Techno Union, the Banking Clan – who side with Dooku and the Trade Federation in the civil war.

Mass production is presented as sinister. Threepio’s reaction to the Geonosis factory is “Machines building machines, how perverse!” and in the same film we even see humans being mass-produced as soldiers. The evil battle droids all look and act identically, a contrast to the “good” droids who are diverse and quirky. The heroes are often surrounded by hostile machinery with a mind of its own that is threatening to kill them – the force fields during the Darth Maul duel, the Geonosis factory, the Death Star trash compactor, the opening and closing doors that push Luke through Cloud City.

One reason why Star Wars still vexes and fascinates is because it marks a line in the sand between two generations. To the 60s/70s generation, filmmakers were artists put on a pedestal. They believed strongly that artists should be free to follow their own vision, and not let studios or focus groups tell them what to do. The generation after them believes, equally strongly, that once a movie is released it belongs to the audience, not the creator, and if the creator doesn't do what the audience wants then he has failed, not only artistically but morally.

We forget that Star Wars was always controversial. Lefty film snobs of the 70s criticized the original Star Wars for abandoning moral complexity in favor of simple good-vs-evil. Modern fanboys criticize the prequels for the exact opposite reason. It's perhaps a tribute to Lucas that, in spite of his limitations as a writer, he has continued to create work that gets people talking and thinking. Indie guys seem to regard him less and less as an oppressor, and more and more as a pioneer of digital filmmaking. And transmedia artists still seem to cite him as the main example of how to build a universe and brand.

I'm sure I could say many more clever things about Star Wars, but Star Wars Day is now over ...



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Festival premiere, and time to reflect

It's been a busy week or two in the world of Saberfrog, but first another flashback:

Three years ago today, I met Liz Mariani, the Buffalo-area poet who played Laurel. This was the most difficult role to cast, and I'd sent casting notices out through my filmmaker contacts in Rochester and Buffalo. Liz responded, and also mentioned in her email that she would be performing some of her poetry at the Merriwether Library in Buffalo. This was a Sunday afternoon, so I decided to simply attend the reading to get a sense of what she looked and sounded like (though I think she'd sent some photos by email). She struck me as a good fit for the role, so I introduced myself and we arranged to meet at a future date to discuss the project and role in more detail. We met up at a couple weeks later at a restaurant called Kuni's To Go, where we went over the character and some scenes from the script and she said she was interested. And the rest is history.

Back to the present …

On Monday of last week, I got hit with a massive cold (possibly stress-induced) that laid me out flat. However, I was scheduled to be interviewed for the film for a public access show, and this had already been rescheduled several times, so I managed to suck it up just enough to take part. I tried hard to disguise my lack of energy as modesty and restraint, rather than the illness it was.

Saberfrog has been a huge part of my life for the last few years (I started working on the script around this time in 2006), so after all that time I don't have much trouble answering off-the-cuff questions about what the movie was about or how it was made. I must have performed well, because a member of the TV crew told me afterwards that the interview was good and that she was very interested in seeing the film.

Six days later, this past Sunday, Saberfrog was screened at the Buffalo Niagara Film Festival. This was the first festival to accept the film, and I'd been looking forward to this big event for two months. I had planned to do much more publicity this time. I'd even hoped to have merchandise to sell; I'd started to write the first of the fictitious books mentioned in the film, hoping to have it completed in time.

Once again, though, I completely ran out of time and energy. Although the film was finished, the workload at my day job prevented me from expending much creativity on anything else. Although this should have been the most important screening yet, I found myself doing less publicity than ever. I did at least manage to get news coverage, which is a first.

Attendance at the screening was modest – the people who came to see the film were all friends of people who'd worked on it. I'm fine with this, since this was the third showing of Saberfrog in the Buffalo area and anyone who really wanted to see it had probably had their chance. (And the couple other BNFF screenings I've attended so far were no better attended than mine.)

But every time there's a public screening of Saberfrog, it always seems to come at the end of a big struggle. As a result, the film's final scene always gets to me, because it marks a point when the protagonist has survived a painful crisis and is ready to move on.

About nine years ago, I had an unpleasant experience that forced myself to reexamine how important filmmaking was to me and whether it was worth jeopardizing other aspects of my life. At that time, I decided that the world of film was taking too great a toll on me and that it was time to focus more on the career path I'd stumbled into in my day job – a life in corporate America, developing software and other products. And for a while, I was happy, believing I'd escaped a life of instability and madness. Suppressing my old artistic ambitions eventually took a toll, though, and that's how Saberfrog started forming.

Saberfrog is about many things, but one of the big themes is the conflict between a worldview based on emotion and intuition and doing what you feel like, and a worldview based on knowing what the rules are and learning to work within them. On one level this is a conflict between youth and maturity, but on another level it's a conflict between my dreams of being an artist and my efforts to survive economically in the digital age.

I've felt myself shifting back and forth between these two states, like a werewolf. And Saberfrog reflects that internal struggle. But one side or the other has to win, and I'm starting to feel that history has made that decision for me.

As a filmmaker, I'm a 70s kid at heart. All of my artistic heroes saw art as a means of self-expression, a way to exorcise their demons and to communicate with the outside world. In their day, making art wasn't something that everyone did; it was something you had to go to school for (as a filmmaker, that might be the only way you could even get access to the tools). You had to get away from the boondocks and head for urban areas that had a better concentration of people who shared your interests. Art was put on a pedestal; you experienced it in galleries or darkened movie theaters, and people who were capable of artistic creation were regarded with admiration.

Obviously, the culture now is very different. For better and for worse, there's a much more irreverent attitude towards the arts nowadays – partly because the last twenty years have seen so many pompous snake-oil salesmen in the art world as well as in Hollywood, and partly because modern tools allow pretty much any self-willed person, anywhere, to make a film or self-publish a book or write a blog.

While I've been chasing the dream of being a filmmaker since I was a kid, up until recently my dreams were always based on the old standard – get the film shown in theaters, and get a distributor to pick it up and make you famous. I've known for the last couple years that the distribution part of that dream is dead, but I'm started to think that the theatrical part of it might be dead too. Showing the film to an appreciative public audience is the filmmaker's dream, but I'm no longer sure how interested people really are in the theatrical experience when it comes to indie films by unknown directors. People seem content with watching films at home on their computer. And the love of full-length indie features may not quite be there anymore either. Maybe shorter work is the way to go.

Also, to make yourself stand out in a crowded marketplace, you really need to be a relentless self-promoter, which I really haven't been so far. Digital tools allow the indie auteur to be a one-man band, but sometimes you do need help from other people whose strengths are different from your own. Any future project I embark on will have to be more of a team effort.

Which brings me to one other challenging aspect of the modern digital culture. When I first started to go to indie film conferences and hear about “transmedia”, I understood this as a fancy term for “franchise.” But I've read essays and blog posts from people disputing this; the sexy aspect of transmedia seems to be that it is interactive. It's not just an artist dispensing material from on high; the audience is invited to take part as well. That's where my old ways of thinking break down – for me, creating art was always an alternative to being social, not a means of being social.

I have plenty of ideas left in me about Saberfrog and the world it takes place in, some of which seem to suit the new digital world fairly well. I have other stories and concepts in me that might have similar potential. But I'm thinking that the time has come once again to reevaluate my priorities. I can't do it alone anymore.

I have few regrets about making Saberfrog. I learned a lot, I raised my game enormously as a writer-director, and I made several new friends who are eager to work with me again. But I need to rethink, and recharge, before I embark on such a challenging creative project again.

Catching the Express, an RIT film I acted in recently, will be in the SOFA Emerging Filmmakers program at the Rochester 360|365 film festival. The show is Saturday April 30, at 2:30pm at the Little, screen 5. So life goes on.



Tuesday, March 22, 2011

A busy month

It's been almost a month since I posted a blog entry, which is a reflection of how busy I've been.

The big news is still that Saberfrog will be showing at the Buffalo Niagara Film Festival on April 10 at 1 pm at Market Arcade Film & Arts Center, 639 Main St (little plug there).

But I've been having other film-related adventures as well.

On the last weekend of February, I took part in a 72-hour filmmaking contest. On Thursday, February 24, each team who signed up was assigned a short list of story elements, and given 72 hours – until Sunday, February 27 at 6 pm – to write, film and edit a short film containing those story elements. Mike Boas and Mike Russo were co-directing an entry, and Mike Boas asked me to be cinematographer. We brainstormed a story, then the Mikes wrote a script on Friday and we spent eight hours shooting the film on Saturday. Mike Boas edited the footage and delivered the finished product in time to meet the deadline.

That Sunday I watched the Oscars. Although the show was rather dull, at least the get-off-the-stage music was classier this year.

The following weekend I traveled to New York City to attend DIY Days, a conference for independent filmmakers and other self-starting media artists. It was not only a learning experience, but also reinvigorating to be able to network with filmmakers outside the Rochester/Buffalo area.

On Monday, March 7, the 72-hour films were screened to the public at the Little Theater. I was very pleased at how our film, Unmasked, turned out. The other films were quite clever and funny as well. Two days later we rewatched the film at a Rochester Film Lab meeting, where I was complimented on the cinematography. I'd never considered lighting or camerawork to be my strongest point as a filmmaker, but being a DP on a short film directed by someone else was a less daunting prospect than being DP for your own feature-length film. I was able to concentrate more on making each shot look good, instead of just rushing to get through several pages of feature material in just a few hours. People thought I must have shot Unmasked with a newer camera than the one I used for Saberfrog, which I took as a compliment.

At the same meeting, I showed a film I'd worked on for a 24-hour filmmaking contest some years earlier. (I was in NYC for my ten-year college anniversary that year, and my old college friend Greg recruited me to join him in the contest. I was the writer, co-star and editor of that film, and still managed to attend the anniversary event!) I also showed Sweaters Over Plaid and a Kitty Cat, the RIT short film that cast me in a scenery-chewing lead performance.

That weekend I hung out with some college friends I hadn't seen in a while, then went to another showing of old educational films at Visual Studies Workshop. These were rather serious films about alcoholism and drug addiction, and although interesting from a historical perspective they lacked the gonzo weirdness of some previous shows. I also saw a show of short films at the Little, including films by Rochester native Matt Ehlers. Matt was in attendance for the screening, although he had to leave before it was over and so I didn't get the chance to catch up with him.

Since then I haven't had time to do much film-related, apart from giving a friend some input on the editing of her short film. A large project at work has been keeping me busy, but once it's done I intend to devote more time and energy to promoting Saberfrog.



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

3 Years Ago: The first script reading

February 23, 2008

I blogged previously about all the festivals I've submitted the movie to, but I accidentally omitted one – the Buffalo Niagara Film Festival. It just so happens that BNFF has accepted Saberfrog, and will screen it at Market Arcade on Sunday, April 10 at 1 pm.

I have a lot of work to do between now and then, but getting Saberfrog into a big festival is an exciting milestone for the film. And it's somehow fitting that this should be happening now, because three years ago today – February 23 – I assembled the actors to read the script for the first time. In many ways, that moment marked the true beginning of Saberfrog.

There's some backstory to plow through before we get to that point...

I was bitten by the filmmaking bug at a young age, and went to film school to pursue a career in it. By around 2002, however, I'd had some painful experiences that soured me on filmmaking, and on the arts in general.

So I took the straight and narrow path, choosing a career in corporate America, learning about programming and product design. I got engaged to be married. It all seemed to be going so well.

Then, in early 2006, it all started to crack. After a round of layoffs decimated my department, I found I had less and less to do, and way too much time to think. I started thinking about how timid my life had become, and old dreams and yearnings started bubbling to the surface. I thought about people I used to know, when life still seemed like an adventure, and wondered where they were now.

And I started writing.

In my daily planner for that year, for the date of Tuesday, March 14, my to-do list included completing the editing of a low-budget digital feature I'd shot in 2001 but never completed. Written at the bottom of this same list is a title: “River in Egypt”. This is the earliest documentation I have of what would eventually become Saberfrog. Its original title was “A River in Egypt” … because the story was about a guy living in denial. (Get it?)

A hard drive crash or two scrambled the edit dates of some early files, so I can't say for certain when I actually started writing. By May I was assembling notes and backstory (a document of discarded concepts is dated May 3) as well as a 22-page story outline. On June 24 I completed a whopping 206-page first draft of a screenplay titled Razor Frog.

This was something that was burning to get out of me, something that I needed to write. I didn't yet know whether this was a film I wanted to make myself. I wasn't yet sure if I wanted to resume filmmaking at all. I got some encouragement in November 2006, when my long-abandoned feature, Curse the Darkness, a fantasy-comedy satire on early-90s political correctness, was screened at the Liberty Film Festival in Hollywood. The festival organizers were very supportive and said I should continue making films.

A bumpy year would pass before that happened. I got laid off. My fiancee broke off our engagement. My father passed away, followed by my aunt – his sister.

Through it all, I kept myself sane by writing. By January 2008, I'd written eight drafts of Saberfrog, wrangling the length down to 118 pages. Scenes had been compressed, expanded, deleted and added. I started looking for locations, and putting out a call for actors. This was becoming serious.

By late February I had most of my lead actors, and I arranged to meet with them upstairs at Spot Coffee on Saturday, February 23, 2008 for a read-through of the script, now on its ninth draft.

Shortly before the reading – either that morning, or the night before – I had a terrible panic. Saberfrog was a script about a guy who goes on a mission for reasons he can't explain or justify, and tries to convince old friends to join him in his mad quest. I came to the full realization that this story was my story. I was planning to make a movie, without being sure why I was doing it, or whether it would be successful, and I was asking a group of other people to go on this journey with me. I genuinely found myself wondering if I had finally lost it.

The assembled cast included J.D. Edmond as Josh, Wendy Foster as Aymee, Diane Conway as Sondra, John Sindoni as Dr. Garrison, and Reuben Tapp as Terrance. I'd met John and Reuben through the Rochester Movie Makers organization – in fact, I'd met Reuben only two days earlier at an RMM monthly event, and invited him to my script reading almost on a whim.

J.D.'s wife Laurie was present, as was Scott Lawrence, a friend who'd previously worked with J.D. and myself on a friend's short film, Enter the Dagon. Scott was there to fill in for the role of Bert, since the actor cast in the role – John Karyus – was living in L.A. and would not be in town until the shoot. The roles of Laurel and Professor Mbaye had not yet been cast, so Diane and Reuben played these roles for the read-through.

Until now, Saberfrog had only existed in my own troubled head. This would be the first time I, or anyone else, ever heard the script performed out loud.

When the reading began, my anxiety quickly vanished. The script got laughs in all the right places. Reuben, a guy I didn't know from Adam, gave the best cold reading I've ever seen in my life, instantly nailing two challenging characters – one with massive personality changes expressed through flashback, the other with a foreign accent. John Sindoni, despite some initial struggles with his character's bizarre vocabulary, brought personality and humor to his dour character. Scott heroically filled in with a humorously deadpan delivery of lines clearly written for John Karyus.

I was buzzed for at least a day after that reading. Whatever angst and chaos I'd been through in the past few years of my life had somehow transformed into a wild, funny, lively script, with a dream cast. It was like winter had instantly changed to spring.

The journey of Saberfrog had begun. And here we are, three years later, with the film preparing to make its festival premiere. To quote the song: What a long, strange trip it's been.



Saturday, February 5, 2011

Submitting to Festivals, Part 2

The holiday season, plus a large and stressful project at work, have kept me busy during the past couple months. As a result, there were several festivals that I originally wanted to submit to, but could not. There were fests whose deadlines I missed entirely, and others whose late-submission entry fees were too high for me.

I'm now getting caught up, though, and in late January I submitted Saberfrog to several more film festivals.

As I mentioned previously, I'm mainly going after festivals whose theme might be a close fit for the film. For this reason I declined to enter either Sundance or Slamdance this time around, figuring that the competition would be too high to make submitting worthwhile. (Plus, an early cut of Saberfrog already got rejected by Sundance a year earlier.)

I badly wanted to submit to SXSW – John Karyus felt that Saberfrog would be the perfect fit for that festival – but the deadline had already passed by the time I got my act together. I also missed the deadlines for Big Muddy, the Talking Pictures Festival , the Seattle True Independent Film Festival and the Boston Underground Film Festival (anything with “independent” or “underground” in the title sounds like a good fit).

There were other festivals that Saberfrog simply didn't quality for. Like many festivals, the deadCENTER Film Festival and the Sidewalk Moving Picture Festival didn't accept work that had previously been shown elsewhere. Also, I was desperate to enter The Mississauga Independent Film Festival, since Mississauga plays a role in the film's plot. But the festival only accepts Canadian films – d'oh! Other festivals that sounded good only accepted short films, or had other restrictions on what type of film they wanted.

So much for the films I didn't submit to. As for the films I have submitted to ...

Fantastic Fest (a sci-fi/fantasy film festival in Texas), the Atlanta Underground Film Festival, the LA-based Dark Comedy Film Festival and the Chicago Comedy Film Festival all sounded like good fits, based on their themes. The Tumbleweed Film Festival sounded fun based on its title alone (though it takes place in the state of Washington, and not the Southwest as you might think).

I've submitted to the Rooftop Films Summer Series, which I discovered while attending an IFP event in NYC last year. I also submitted to another NYC-based film series, NewFilmmakers New York.

I want to get the film screened in Canada at some point, so I've submitted to the Nickel Independent Film Festival in St. John's. (I plan to submit to festivals in other, closer cities like Toronto and Ottawa later in the year.)

The Illinois-based Route 66 Film Festival “accepts any length and genre which should feature some kind of journey--physical, emotional, or intellectual.” Saberfrog covers all those, and is thus the festival I'm most hopeful of getting into.

Add to this list the festivals I already submitted to a couple months ago (360|365 here in Rochester, the Knickerbocker Film Festival in Albany, and Sci-Fi London), and I have now entered Saberfrog in more festivals than I ever submitted my last movie to, so I think I can relax for a few weeks.

I will continue to submit to festivals throughout 2011 – at least until the fall, which will be the one-year anniversary of completing the film. But for me, there will be no more chasing late deadlines. From now on, I submit by the regular deadline (or the earlybird deadline, if possible) or I don't submit at all.

And if there's any festival I really want to submit to, but fail to … well, there's always the next movie, right?



Friday, January 14, 2011

Film snobbery in the digital age

“When I first came out here [to Hollywood], in the late '60s, I met guys like Richard Brooks and Billy Wilder who … would invariably talk about what shit was being produced then. I thought, These guys who made films that I thought were astounding, are totally out of it today. How can this happen? … Now … I feel like Wilder and Brooks, an old nag. And, like them in the early '70s, I think that most of the films being made in this country today are garbage.”
--William Friedkin, 1996


“It’s communication. I’m all about the conversation. It’s not about filmmaking … I’m not a filmmaker, I’m some weird [bleep] hybrid of something. And right now, film isn’t even the primary conversation for me. For me, I’m way more interested in being on stage, or [podcasting]. And film is like, as much as I love it, it’s just one way to talk to the audience.”
--Kevin Smith, 2010



The Smith quote is from an interview I'll mention later. The Friedkin quote is pulled from page 414 of Peter Biskind's book Easy Riders, Raging Bulls, a history of the wild adventures of the 1970s generation of maverick Hollywood directors.

Flipping through Biskind's book to search for that half-remembered Friedkin quote caused me to become transported back to the New Hollywood era. OK, I wasn't really around for that stuff at the time, but 1970s filmmaking was still very potent, and its directors still considered role models, when I was a film student in the 1990s.

The general attitude then was that that the 70s was the last time movies were actually good, and that anyone who wanted to make real movies should look back to that time for inspiration. A major reason why Miramax films such as Pulp Fiction were so celebrated in their day was precisely because they seemed like a throwback to the rawness, innovation and edginess of that earlier time, before movies became soulless and formulaic.

But here's the catch: What a control-freak grownup finds soulless and formulaic, an adventurous young person might find supercool and awesome. “The 1970s were better” version of film history almost always ends by demonizing Star Wars in particular, and genre filmmaking in general, without regard for the fact that the generation after them is loyal to those films above all others.

What I loved about the sci-fi and fantasy films of the 70s/80s was that they put original, never-before-seen worlds and visions onscreen. The films of George Lucas, Ridley Scott, Terry Gilliam, James Cameron, Jim Henson, Tim Burton, David Cronenberg, John Carpenter, Sam Raimi and others showed that 70s/80s genre filmmaking was no less creative, no less “auteurist”, than the dramas of the 60s/70s.

In turn, big-budget fantasy films and action movies seemed to get toppled in the 1990s, with the rise of independent film as we know it today. You could feel a real generational shift happening as grunge and rap took hold. There was a growing dissatisfaction with regular Hollywood product, and a growing demand for films that were edgy and different and personal. But indie films – and dramas in general – have since lost the “it” factor, now that fanboy-friendly remakes and franchises have taken over.

Obviously, every generation eventually hits the age where its values are no longer a heroic challenge to the old guys, but a stuffy status quo being threatened by the young guys. Once that happens to you, it's time to make a course correction if you want to survive.


I've started thinking about all this for several reasons. As I ponder where to send Saberfrog next, I am forced to evaluate what I hope to gain by giving the film more exposure. The cultural landscape has changed multiple times since I first fell in love with filmmaking as a kid, and as George Santayana put it, “A fanatic is one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim.” The recent return of Tron has also been pause for thought, but I'll get to that soon. (I've been working on this post since before it came out.)

Re-reading the anecdotes in Biskind's book reminded me just how passionate people used to be about filmmaking and film-viewing. There was something tactile and sensual about the whole process – carrying bulky film equipment to far-flung locations, like heroic explorers of a new continent … threading and splicing celluloid in an editing room, grease pencil ever ready to mark an important frame … and sitting in a darkened screening room, as cinematic dreams unspooled on a clackety projector.

It was still like that when I was a student. But several things have happened since then.

Films have become more accessible, if not downright disposable. There are a gazillion channels showing movies, and the few that aren't easily available on DVD can probably be pirated somewhere off the Internet. Also, technology has made it easier to produce footage and share it with other people. There's just not the reverence for the moving image that there was even ten years ago, let alone twenty or thirty.

Equally important is the fact that other art forms have caught up with cinema. Television, comic books and video games were each considered junky time-wasters once upon a time, but in recent decades they've made massive leaps forward in form and content. They also allow fuller explorations of a fictional world, and the characters who populate it, with greater length and depth than a single film could, often on lower budgets that allow for more risk-taking.

In trying to catch up with newer trends in indie film, I've attended workshops such as Lance Weiler's DIY Days and Jon Reiss' Think Outside The Box Office, and a common buzzword that keeps coming up is “transmedia”. This basically means extending a property and its story across multiple platforms, so that the world of your film continues into other media such as the Internet, computer games, and phone apps.

There's already a word for this. That word is “franchise”.

Star Wars is transmedia. There are the movies, which are fine. But over the last 33-plus years there have also been novels, action figures and games, all of which let the consumer explore particular aspects of the Star Wars universe in greater detail.

Monty Python is transmedia. Beyond the TV series, you had books, films, albums and stage shows, each of which had material not featured on the show, and each of which played with their chosen medium as mischievously as the TV sketches – for example, the Matching Tie and Hankerchief album was an LP with not two, but three sides; and the Big Red Book actually had a blue cover.

Lord of the Rings and Dune, even in their original book forms, were transmedia. You had the main stories, but you also had maps and glossaries – which you could consult at any point during the main story, to understand their created worlds more fully.

Increasingly, Hollywood films are no longer works of art in their own right, but are the extension of a brand that generated its loyalty elsewhere, just as films get converted into TV shows or video games. All these different media are interconnected now, and as much as the film purist in me might want to complain, this isn't changing any time soon.

Besides, I'm not really one to talk. I went to the midnight opening of Tron: Legacy, rather than waiting for a more convenient time to see it in the theater (let alone wait for home video), because of the strength of my life-long loyalty to Tron as a brand. While the new film is clearly designed to stand on its own, many aspects of the new movie – including its very existence – will be more meaningful to those of us with prior knowledge of the world, characters, themes and backstory.

Which made me think a little more about the whole “death of film criticism” issue that's been such a hot topic among film buffs in the last couple years. Many people (including film critics, natch) lament the decline of serious intellectual debate regarding films, and the decline in appreciation of film as a serious art form. An alternate view, however, was summed up well by Kevin Smith in an IndieWire interview back in July:

“I used to read [reviews] to see if anybody got it … And back in the day that was the only way you could know, because there was no [bleep] internet. You know, you could see people at a screening and they would tell you how much the movie meant to them or what it did for them and stuff. But, generally all you had to go by was the critics … Then into that world was introduced the Internet and suddenly everybody can give you their opinion on movies, which is what I was always chiefly interested in. So, I’m getting opinions from not just the same 100 people … I don’t dislike critics, I’m just like, why are these 100 people any more valid than the people that, I don’t know, the 1.7 million on Twitter, or whatever it is.”


For Smith, then, connecting with audiences who “got” his movies is more important than impressing cultural gatekeepers. Regular readers of my blog (all four of you) will have heard me complain about all the remakes and adaptations, and also about the fan types who don't care whether a film is good or not unless it's faithful to the original material. But seeing Tron: Legacy made me appreciate two things more deeply:

1) When it's something you're a fan of, you have different priorities than someone who's only judging it as a stand-alone movie.

2) Critics know about films (especially dramas) and are purist about film as a separate art form with its own history; they don't necessarily know much about other art forms, and thus don't always have the most useful insight when a film is based on something with a larger history.

The original Tron, for me, was a gateway to the life and career I'm in now. I first saw the film as a kid, thinking it would be about arcade games, and it turned out to be an introduction to the then-new world of computers. Like William Gibson's Neuromancer, it was an analog production that showed the potential of a digital future. So when I glance at Rotten Tomatoes and see reviews from critics who not only disliked the new movie, but thought the original Tron was a silly flop that never merited a sequel anyway, I thought, They don't get it. It seems an obvious thing to say, but Tron: Legacy wasn't made for fans of Citizen Kane or Casablanca; it was made for fans of the original Tron, and fans of computers and digital imagery.

Even the smarter critics are running aground in their failure to recognize the evolving relationship between film and other art forms. Roger Ebert's reluctance to consider video games an art form has received scorn even from his dedicated fans, to point where he finally recanted; and his negative review of Tyler Perry's debut feature, Diary of a Mad Black Woman, provoked angry responses from Perry fans scolding him for his unfamiliarity with Perry's earlier theater work. (The latter example suggests that these cross-media disputes don't solely affect the geek community.)

It's an almost deadening cliché to point out that we're living in a digital age, and that our lives and our culture are being changed by Facebook and Twitter, by YouTube and Netflix, by Google and Wikipedia, by the iPad and the Kindle. Yet certain nostalgic attitudes die hard, even though some of these attitudes – if we stop to think about it – have perhaps outlived their usefulness.

Glancing through Biskind's book Easy Riders, Raging Bulls was a melancholy experience, because it chronicles a romantic attitude towards film – and filmmakers – that is just plain gone. Yet two things need to be said to put the freewheeling 70s film counterculture in perspective. One is that – at least by Biskind's account, and judging by what they say about each other in the book – these guys were assholes. As enthralling as their war stories are, most of the directors covered by Biskind come off as out-of-control egomaniacs who dug their own graves, then tried to blame others for their own demise.

The other thing is that many of the issues these guys fought for are simply outdated. Biskind's introduction praises these artists for producing “work that was character- rather than plot-driven, that defied traditional narrative conventions, that challenged the tyranny of technical correctness, that broke the taboos of language and behavior, that dared to end unhappily.” Admittedly Biskind's book is itself over a decade old now, but all of these qualities are quite commonplace in the storytelling media of today. And “technical correctness”, far from being a “tyranny”, is not only craved but demanded by the film and media buffs of today, and is also within reach of any consumer- or prosumer-level media maker willing to put in the effort to learn how to use the tools.


I get the sense that, when it comes to art – in any format – there are two broad schools of thought. One is that art must be “real” – that it should be truthful to real emotions and real experiences. The other is that art is artifice – it is imaginative and imaginary, an escape from humdrum reality.

Supporters of the former always criticize the latter, on the grounds that stories which amuse or distract us are a brainwashing diversion from the real world. But the core assumption there is that “real” always means grim, angst-ridden or defeated … the assumption being that anything positive, optimistic or constructive is always a lie.

But I'm a lifelong science fiction fan, and have come to learn the SF philosophy from authors' essays and filmmakers' interviews. I'm far more drawn to the idea of art and storytelling as a venue where you can create something better, promote new possibilities, envision things that haven't happened yet, propose better models for how things could be.

The existence of computers strikes at the very heart of this debate. Many people condemn anything digital as a bad thing, on the grounds that computers and virtual worlds aren't “real”, and are highly reluctant to understand how much power these new tools give to people who are willing to embrace them.

This contrast between introversion and misery on the one hand, versus extroversion and confidence and willingness to make something happen, is probably the most important divide in our culture, and people who embrace modern media are firmly in the latter camp.

While I was in college, I was given the assignment of reading the Beckett play Waiting for Godot for a liberal-arts class in the history of theater. At the same time, I happened to be reading – for pleasure – Medea: Harlan's World, an odd book that resulted from SF author Harlan Ellison inviting several of his fellow writers (with some input from a seminar audience) to collaboratively create an alien world and write some short stories set within it. The book consists of a transcript of a panel where the authors thrashed out their ideas, followed by individual treatises on various aspects of the invented world, and finally the short stories (a couple of them quite moving) written by individual authors.

I couldn't help but notice the contrast. Beckett's protagonists were passive, helpless victims who couldn't even work out what day it was. Ellison and his colleagues, on the other hand, were pooling their imagination, intelligence and cleverness to create something that wouldn't have existed if they hadn't worked to make it so. Medea: Harlan's World, though forgotten today, was a completely unique kind of book, and perhaps just as mold-breaking as Godot but for completely different reasons that I found far more inspiring. By working together to create stories in a shared world, Ellison and his writers were creating – to all intents and purposes – a little mini-franchise.

However, there still have to be people with the vision to create a franchise in the first place, not just perpetuate one created by someone else. I do still believe in creating original work, and the only way to do that is by having a passion.

That passion is easier to tap into when you're young, and haven't been weighted down by disappointments and setbacks. It gets harder with age; you have to resist the temptation to play it safe, and continue to be as determined and adventurous. Filmmaking is a drug. And as Paul Schrader says in Biskind's book, “In your forties, you really have to want to be a drug user, because it's so hard to keep the hours.”

So why do it? Because you must. Not for fortune or fame, but because you have a vision you believe in. It's important to learn from your experiences, but also to keep your youthful vision and not let experience deaden you or trap you in the past.

“I had the confidence of ignorance. Not knowing anything about it, there was no basis for fear. In other words, if you're walking along the edge of a cliff and you don't know it's the edge of a cliff, you have perfect confidence. And I didn't discover the cliff in the theater or in films until after I'd been in it for a while.
“Then you have to be careful not to listen to anybody. You have to remember your old ignorance and ask for the impossible with the same cheerfulness that you did when you didn't know what you were talking about.”
--Orson Welles




Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Submitting to Festivals, Part One

Phase Two has officially begun. I have started submitting Saberfrog to film festivals.

Three upstate screenings, two major holidays and a serious case of burnout prevented me from sending the film out before now, even though it's been officially finished for three months. This meant that I missed some sweet deadlines, including Slamdance (which would have been a long shot anyway) and SXSW (which bothers me quite a lot, as Karyus said several times that the film would be an ideal fit).

But with a new year upon us, and the birth pangs of the movie finally subsiding, I have no more excuses. Time to send this sucker out.

Today I sent the film to 360|365 (formerly High Falls Film Festival), the most prominent film fest in the Rochester area; and the Knickerbocker Film Festival in Albany, which I hadn't heard of until a friend from that area suggested it to me. The UK festival Sci-Fi London has been bombarding me with email bulletins since the last time I submitted a film to them, so it seemed only fitting to send them a copy of Saberfrog (that'll teach 'em).

This time around I'm going after more interesting, off-the-beaten-path film festivals. Getting into the likes of Sundance, TIFF or Cannes used to be the dream of every independent filmmaker, but it's a new and more fragmented film world now, and I've already popped my first-public-screening cherry anyway. Going forward, any other festival that gets a copy of Saberfrog will have to meet one of three criteria: 1) cheap or free to enter; 2) has a theme that indicates a good fit for the movie; 3) has a wacky name.

Wish me luck!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Amherst screening

This past Wednesday, Saberfrog had its third public screening, this time in Amherst, a suburb of Buffalo.

This screening was held at the Screening Room, a location I've gotten to know as the site of Buffalo Movie-Video Makers (BM-VM) meetings. It wasn't a huge turnout, but I once again turned a profit. Much of the audience was made up of BM-VM club members or friends.

Each of the public screenings has been for a different audience, and each time there have been differences in the audience response. The Rochester screening generated laughter from beginning to end. The Buffalo screening at Squeaky Wheel seemed slower to warm up to the film, but were laughing a lot by the end.

Both of those screenings were for a presumably arty/culty/nerdy audience, who weren't fazed by the film's multi-layered narrative or its shifts in tone and genre. The Screening Room audience seemed less “extreme”, and so certain elements of the film played differently.

The Canadian references seemed to get a stronger reaction this time. A throwaway reference to a Canadian actress had never gotten a laugh from any other screening, public or private, that I'd had for the film – but it got a huge laugh from one viewer this time. By contrast, John Karyus' final line of dialogue got no audience response at all, which was unusual.

Watching the film this time was a strange experience. I was now far enough from the events of the film – both the production experience, and the real-life experiences that inspired the script – that I was able to view the film fresh, as if it was made by someone else. For perhaps the first time, I realized what a truly strange film it is, and how bold some of the story twists are during the climax.

The post-screening Q&A was fun, as the audience was a small group who mostly knew me and had heard about the film during its long development. One viewer told me how (pleasantly) surprised he was by the amount of seriousness in the finished film, considering how the trailer (which I'd shown at BM-VM meetings a couple times) had been largely comedic. He was also impressed by the number of themes and story threads in the film, which also weren't hinted at in the trailer. I explained that I chose the film's most easily-explained aspect – Josh's quest to find his friends – as the focus of the trailer.

Both of the Buffalo-era screenings were attended mainly by friends or friends of friends, a clear indication that the flyers I'd been putting up along Elmwood and Main were not effective advertising in terms of drawing the public's attention. Putting up those flyers was a fun excuse to hang out in arty sections of Buffalo during the past week or so, but they obviously weren't doing the trick.

Getting the film's debt finally paid off has changed my priorities a bit; I'd like to have more screenings of the film, but I don't have to. I'd originally planned to roadshow the film in other cities and states, but without the hometown advantage of Rochester and Buffalo – or the ability to attend or promote screenings in person – I would need to find a new approach to publicity. For each of these three screenings I was scrambling just to get the word out in time, and while I've always got the film mentioned in event listings, I'd never had time for the extra step of getting real press or reviews.

With the year drawing to a close, and winter weather kicking in, I think I'm ready to take a break from public showings of Saberfrog and start submitting the film to festivals. It's time to let the rest of the world, not just Rochester and Buffalo, see the film.