|Posted on April 11, 2010 at 6:34 PM|
Well, we all have a life and have to make money-- the dilemma of the artiste, blah, blah, blah...
I'm not going to make any excuses. But I am back on track with some new energy. I have hired Tyler Merkel, a skillful and talented young editor who is on his way up the proverbial ladder of hell and thus needing to upgrade his portfolio. Young Merkel has agreed, aye, even enthusiastically agreed, to come on board for mostly a credit and a great discount in his usual fees. Thank you Tyler!
I am learning that the process of making a documentary is like traveling up the various circles of hell. At the very bottom, hiding under the rocks in the pools of fire, are the evil grantmakers and producers who mock the poor documentary filmmaker and forever dangle impossible to reach funds before the delusional hopeful. Flailing in the boiling pools are the lost souls, the documentary filmmakers who have given up and lost their way. The wailing of lost dreams and sunken hopes makes one want to cut off their ears. Then there is the ladder of hell where those true of heart try to steadfastly climb the impossibly long ladder out of hell. The heat from the flames below make their hands sticky and their feet slip. Tempting treats like rootbeer sodas, trips to the beach, long walks with one's lover in slow motion constantly appear to induce the documentary filmmaker to loosen her grip and in her delusion plunge to the depths below. Sometimes they observe themselves in false mirrors and see only the ugliness of insecurity, failure and worst of all, the truth that their work is boring and pointless. This last has caused many to lose their grip.
I have once again escaped the pool of fire and despair and am climbing the ladder again. Wish me luck, folks, and in the meantime take a look at the draft version of the Okamoto Interview. in the videos section.