It’s one week before SXSW starts and one week and one day before the premiere of our filmLoves Her Gun.
I’m nervous and I’m excited and hopeful and fearful.
What if no one likes the film?
What if during the film, the audience collectively rises in a wave of anger, throws vegetables or dead animals they had been hiding in their purses and pockets at the screen and tackle me into the theater seats to ensure my broken arms never write again?
Like George McFly to Marty when he sheepishly explains why he can’t ask Lorraine out, “I don’t know if I could take that kind of a rejection.”
This movie is my density.
I’m scared shitless!
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
Will you still love me even if my dangling broken limbs are covered in tomato juice?
Over the next week, I’ll probably be posting a significant amount about the film since it will be taking up a good chunk of my life.
Ever since I was a little girl I was fascinated with the art and fantasy of film. This fascination led me to film school and then to Los Angeles where I held an assistant role at the production company of an Oscar Award-winning actor.
My upbringing and surroundings in Los Angeles barely introduced me to the world of independent cinema. Sure, I saw movies that weren’t produced by large studios, but they were still the films that had known actors in them or were bought for millions of dollars at Sundance. I had no concept of the 99% of other independent films on the film festival or local scenes (film school most definitely doesn’t tell you about this world either). My childhood art house theater was 30 miles away from my home and when I dragged my high school friends to see American Beauty (not an independent film and produced by Dreamworks), I thought I truly knew what independent film was.
It wasn’t until I moved to Austin and began meeting a large number of the country’s Continue Reading
Last year, I co-wrote and co-produced a movie called Loves Her Gun.
It still seems like a dream that the film even happened.
One day we were coming up with an idea for a movie, the next day we were shooting it. For a month.
And in that time, I don’t think I slept, took a proper bowel movement or tended to my daily needs such as personal hygiene or eating.
Filmmaking is both an exhilarating and exhausting experience.
Guerrilla filmmaking is both those things times TEN MILLION HUNDRED!
Imagine feeding a crew of 30 on no budget (sorry, guys…I’m glad you liked the cream cheese sandwiches though), housing five-ten people in your home, driving an old-school RV half-way across the country in 30 hours, experiencing a devastating wildfire that effected the lives of several of our crew members, working on a movie with your boyfriend and generally feeling like poo-poo that you can’t pay people Hollywood pay because you’re a little movie mostly funded by credit cards.
Holy crap, we’re making a movie!
I can’t believe it’s actually happening.
One day Geoff and I were writing a treatment, next thing I know we’re starting production.
Today we’re on day 5 of production. Continue Reading
My boyfriend is a writer/director. He’s been making films for over ten years and his first feature, Mars, debuted at SXSW in 2010. Mars is a love story that takes place in space and stars Mark Duplass, Continue Reading