The human psyche has always fascinated me. What's been on my mind lately is the motivation of different people. It's something that is specifically being studied through the characters in this film. What do some people want out of life? Why do they do certain things? Making movies as long as I have, I have met quite a few different characters in my life. What drives them? These questions are often answered the easiest with simple communication.
For instance, when Cameron was just getting to know me, he was helping me move c-stands from the back of the Van. He noticed a human leg and told me that for about three seconds he was ready to call the cops for murder, until he realized it was fake and was being used for the body of Sharon for shooting; A freak reaction caused by, and I hate to quote Cool Hand Luke, but "A Failure to Communicate."
Celluloid is communication. The films job is to communicate a story to the audience. When people fail to communicate with each other on a movie set, the project fails. You can have all of the fancy lights and lenses that you want, but without communication, you do not have a film. It upsets me when people won't simply talk to one another. With the advent of cellular phones and the internet, I now receive more written messages than a do phone calls. Just one more way that communication is slowly being stripped from our society. We think it's ok to be less social.
This week went great, we were able to get about ten minutes of footage in the can; all thanks to simple communication. I'm pondering how next week is going to go. Directing extras is a very tedious and stressful job. But am I scared? Fuck no. I'm excited. As Orson Welles once said; "A film set is the biggest electric train set any boy ever had." I'm ready to play with my cars on the track.
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