My attempt at blogging...

Starting with the 48hr Film Project.

On March 24, at the ‘Ready or Not’ DVD release party, a fellow filmmaker, Tommaso, out from New York, mentioned he was going to Las Vegas to make a short. I went home and checked out the website, (www.48hourfilm.com). It looked absolutely NUTS. Who in their right mind would do this? Write, direct and edit a film all within a 48 hour period. I’m a director that likes to take weeks to get an edit right. If I did this I would barely have a day to edit. For me, it’s all about preparation and control. Did I say control? I didn’t sign up that day.

A few days later my girlfriend asked me if I’d signed up for the 48. I told her I’d ‘check it out’. Little did she know, I had been stewing over the whole thing for days, trying to figure out if I could pull it off…in my head. A day or two had passed before I checked their website again and I decided to at least sign up before time ran out, or rather, my girl pushed me to do it, but it didn’t mean I had to do it. I pushed enter. Too late. They weren’t taking any more teams. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put my name on the waiting list. I reported back to my girl that it was too late. The pressure was off and I was in control again.

My Wednesday couples therapy session rolled around. Somehow the main topic of the week became about my fear and apprehension towards the 48 Hour Film Project. The three of us dissected the situation and I realized that I was missing out and I needed to face my fears head on. No control? Fuck ME! I accepted the challenge to just enjoy myself and forget about the pressure I was putting on the whole thing…sounded logical and hypothetical, since I wasn’t selected any way. The next day, the therapy Gods plucked me from the waiting list. It’s funny how life works. SHiT! Vegas here we come…