A week and a day until filming and dammit if I'm not feeling completely at ease.
Strange innit? It's actually more of a concern than a boast. I'm hoping I'm not taking the incoming chaos too lightly. But I think that's the sole trait of a film industry professional. No matter how big things are, everything will work out. Always does. Expect the chaos. Minimalize the impact.
It was a busy and exhausting weekend. Saturday started out with Producer Bremer and Johnny Rice heading over to my house to scout and prep and- although they are fine gentlemen and good friends- I have this thing about people getting into my stuff. I had prior obligations at Boone High School in Orlando where a motley group of students are prepping a stage for Godspell. Tiffany- my good pal and casting gal- runs the drama department there, and we've been working on the stage for nearly a month of Saturdays. After this initial Act 2 shoot I will be tossing a whole chuckwagon of stuff at her so it's important for me to "render unto Bon Bons what is hers". Tiff is real busy and has been carrying a lot on her shoulders with the drama department so I'm happy to help. Not to mention the fact that she choreographed a staged reading of the script for today.
So back to yesterday- I left Boone in the afterlunch and headed back to Casa del Chaos. Bremer and Johnny were taking off for dinner and I joined them- always great dinner compadres, these two- and then we headed back to my house for an assessment of where we're at. Bremer, as always, is apprehensive but that's why I love the guy. He lectured me briefly on being responsible, then was on his way home to sit at his computer. Thanks mom.
A good nights sleep then another crack at the script this morning. The rewrites make me nervous because I feel like I'm missing something. It keeps evolving and we're a bit too close to filming for that to be happening. There is such a thing as overwriting- and I've watched it happen on other projects time and again. As a writer you should always remember that there's something in the moment that's motivating you to write this. Whatever that is, it's usually absent during the rewrites. And if you lose it, it can be highly detrimental to the storyline.
So Tiff shows up with a pair of actors to do a timed read through. We block the script and then Brigan Gresh arrives. Brigan estimates that this portion of the script runs at 29 minutes. We do a staged reading and come up with 23. Brigan feels that's way to short and I'm inclined to give her the benefit. The timing will change anyway, as Mike and Erin come in and make acting choices, some of which will cut the scene down, and some of which will lengthen it.
Afterwards Tiff and actors take off to host her Oscar Party (which I will regrettably miss because I have shite to do) and Brigan and I sit down to discuss the script.
At risk of sounding overly complimentary I have to marvel at what Brig brings to the film. Her analysis is incisive and detailed, to the point where I was looking at the script in a whole new light (a very "oh shit" kind of light). Brigan points out some fundamental flaws- overuse of words and terms, and character motivation- that are dead-on. We look at Marlo's monologue- which is a fiery one page rampage- and Brigan points me towards a few serious flaws in the reasoning. And yes I'm saying "oh shit"- but it's also a week before we shoot and I have time to address the issues. God forbid the film is in the can when I discover all this.
Our conversation turns towards a very pleasant discussion about the director/script supv. relationship (a very underrated relationship by many directors) and then Brigan is off to return to work on her other film, a major feature that's underway in the local area. (And yes, she'll be leaving it to work on Tom and Marlo! Love that girl.)
A few hours later Chris Bremer arrives to deliver my altered Mac. He's downloaded Final Cut Pro and a few other essentials onto it. Chris is feeling a lot more apprehension than I am. Understandably so as he's juggling about four other jobs. We have12 days of shite ahead- and I feel we're on the right track- but Chris- as a producer- is carrying a tremendous load as he wants to give me my creative freedom. That's awesome and I'm grateful for it- but I don't want him sick for the shoot so I try to lighten it. We decide we'll bring in a few PA.s this week to help him out. It'll be a good rewarding opportunity for them (if you know anyone who might be interested send them to this myspace.) and it's a paid gig.
Chris feels better and drives off. I try and gather my head from a busy weekend. And here I am now, typing on myspace with a bottle of Pinot Noir and hummus with chips. I hope Scorsese wins tonight.
And there you have the weekend.
Tomorrow has a sense of chaos to it. I think this might be the last night I will have my wits about me.