January 05, 2018
A Winning Scipt
In early 2007. a little under four years before losing her mind with grief over the loss of her labrador Champ, a now-former friend of mine and I had been working towards producing a number of short subject films for an upcoming local film festival, which turned out to be a scam; they were trying to acquire free content for a new web channel or such.
The shorts' time restriction per short was to be three minutes
(of story content),
with an end-credits allowance of an additional thirty seconds where applicable.
My former friend wrote a few of the shorts, her then-friend Heather
(one of the first of many reliable friends she would discard, myself being the last),
written a few, and I have written a few scripts as well.
I brought on board my friend
Tad Atkinson,
to be director at least for one of my scripts
(two of which were accepted by the group for us to make), and he not only volunteered to help on other projects, Tad brought along
(to my slight surprise),
Rich Owen,
who initially had indicated little interest in assisting in any of our projects.
Rich usually was also frequently quite funny, with a biting satiric wit.
Rich was interested in working with and/or directing most of the scripts, and for my dark-humoured thriller
Daddy's Girl,
Rich provided us with a director of photography and location.
Along with
Man-Away,
which Rich did direct, I'd submitted to the group a few other scripts, one being
Bucky,
a dark-humoured comedy about a seemingly sentient badger hand-puppet.
Sadly, despite the short being an easy shoot, a bottle-show
(e.g., one location), only two characters
(and a voice),
they did not select it to be me.
Ironically, this was not A Bad Thing; my former friend demonstrated in both
Man-Away
and
Daddy's Girl,
that she is not the talented actress she believed.
Plus, Rich shifted an aspect of the character which, albeit closer to what my friend eventually would become in her own life, was incorrect for the character.
Were I to have the funds, I really want to remake both of them.
Years later my longtime friend
Michael Beardsley
introduced me to
We Make Movies,
(aka WMM),
a Hollywood based film maker collective or creative actors, writers, directors, et al.
Once comfortable with the group, and its twice monthly public table-read nights, I submitted many of my short scripts, to the apparent
(based on results).
delight of the membership.
Pretty much every script of mine table-read
(by WMM members),
was enjoyed tremendously.
The only exception was one in which the actors uncharacteristically phoned in their "performances," missing the comic timing
(and most of the script's point).
But other than that one anamoly, my scripts have been tremendously enjoyed.
In 2017 they had a script competition, to which I should have submitted, but did not.
The scripts were read anonomously, meaning the voting membership did not know who wrote which, though as many of the scripts had previously been table-read, many people could deduce the authors, though while I recognized some previously read scripts, I did not connect to Who Wrote What, and voted which I enjoyed most.
The single winner, the last script standing, as it were, received a budget of $5000 to make the film, which he did.
When the second annual competition was announced in mid 2018, they had changed it a bit, as who doesn't like something that works so well changed to some way different?
Instead of a single winner receiving a $5000 budget, there would be four winning Finalists, each receiving $1500 each for their project, a fine budget if each project was to be made only with hand-held iPhones, and available light and sound.
I decided to submit
Bucky,
and it was selected by the board of directors to be one of the many semi-Finalists.
I asked Michael Beardsley to play the young man and the talented
Victoria Ippolito
to play the girl.
Unlike the regular table-reads, for the script competition the author could be allowed to be one of the character readers, so I read the voice of Bucky.
When it was read for the very first time, I risked Bucky played by a talented actress, who also voiced Bucky, and did it... not quite the way I'd written/envisioned it.
So with the competition, I read for Bucky, which the audience found far funnier.
The script won as a semi-Finalist, and so we knew in a month we'd be doing it again.
Michael made the brilliant suggestion that instead of Just Sitting There and reading from the pages, that we three actually rehearse and do it off book, like one of the group's
Up On Your Feet
nights
(in which actors, and even writers performing, bring in scenes and perform them off book like a super short one act play).
Victoria offered her home, a wonderful house not far from where I'd been living
(since my aforemented former-friend completely snapped and discarded me from her life).
During our rehearsal, we discussed and agreed her home would make a good Location for the shoot, if it were to win.
Fortunately her roommates were all fellow actors so they had no issue with it, and the place had even been used for a number of various video projects.
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