An online journal and bulletin board dedicated to the development, production, post-production and screening of HOW I GOT LOST, an independent feature film shot in New York City and Kirkwood, Missouri on the RED One camera, starring Aaron Stanford, Jacob Fishel, Rosemarie DeWitt, Jill Flint and Nicole Vicius.
For me, making a movie is about asking a question and then searching for it, trying to find it through the process -- learning about it through the people you work with and through the places it takes you.
I didn’t think I was writing about that time until five years later, on draft nine or so. Every six months I’d pull out the pages, mark them up, and write something new. I read “The Sun Also Rises” around that time, and it seemed like it had just been written. And I started collecting postcards of Edward Hopper paintings, drawn in by their loneliness and heartache.
The journey of the production was the journey of the film. We went through it as a crew. The actors went through it, working each day in a different place. My producers were my closest allies: Massoumeh Emami, Jared Parsons, Sam Mestman and Chris DeAngelis. All of us were in New York on 9/11, all about the same age, all trying to make a movie that captured what we had experienced. My director of photography Chris Chambers was my closest friend during the shoot. We lived together, walked to set together, got sick of each other, and continued each day to make lists and find inspiration.
Early on we decided that we were going to try to shoot with this new toy, the RED One camera -- a terrifying but worthwhile risk. For filmmakers like us, it was catnip. But when FedEx lost it two weeks away from principal photography, we all aged a few years. It showed up eventually, and when it did we didn’t ask questions.
After principal photography ended, my DP and I were driving through Illinois shooting highways surrounded by fields when we were suddenly pulled over by a State Trooper for driving 20 MPH on a state road with a speed limit of 60 MPH. I explained to the trooper that I had been looking at the sky.
“Lookin’ at the sky? Lookin’ at the SKY?” He stomped his feet and shook his head, and wrote me a ticket for being an insane filmmaker.
Take Your Film To Where The Audience Already Is
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“Filmmakers, Hollywood, The Industry, rarely know whom their audience is.
We do it so ass-backwards: we make a movie and we think it is so wonderful
that p...
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