Archive for Month: March 2018
They said it would be fun
If you read my previous post, you probably remember how I explained a day at the park as if it was the happening of the year: Two fresh-air-deprived film students who hadn’t seen daylight for weeks + a violently cold day + wet shoes + hours or location scouting in an abandoned park in Brooklyn = FUN!
You see, our complete lack of freetime forces us to find joy and relaxation in things that most people probably wouldn’t even find to be worthy of the three letters “F-U-N” — and that’s how these stories of park-exscursions and other expeditions come to life.
Don’t get me wrong, the most fun thing we do is called filmmaking, and we do it all the time — 17 hours a day, to be exact. It’s just that even film nerds need a moment to breathe sometimes.
Since Kai and I are producing each others’ films and neither of us seem to have the ability to write easy stories, we’ve both been on a desperate location-hunt for weeks. As a final resort, we decided to devote one more Saturday to scouting.
Since it’s highly discouraged to drive in New York City — especially for foreigners and out-of-towners — we decided to rent a car and drive until we found the locations we needed. The fact that I’m a foreigner and she’s from Florida didn’t get to have a say in that decision.
Nevermind our distorted smiles. Surveillance mirrors tend to make your face that way.
But it actually went so well that I didn’t mind spending the entire 12 hours in the driver’s seat. Yes, you heard right; we were on the road for 12 full hours, and must have visited every corner of New York State.
We drove so far upstate that things started to look like Canada, so deep into Brooklyn that we found a Target that looked like a Midwestern one, and spent so much time on Staten Island that we decided we’d never want to move there. Ever.
I looked at it, and it turns out that we could’ve made it to Chicago in that time. Or Indianapolis. Or Charleston in South-Carolina. Or Montreal and back.
As the sun set behind the Manhattan skyline, we headed home and returned the car with one less thing to be stressed about.
Now awaits heaps of paperwork, permit applications, meetings with park managers, acting rehearsals, logistics, budgeting and never-ending stream of problem-solving.
This is filmmaking.
They said it would be fun.
And it is.
Even if it doesn’t sound like it.