After crying myself to sleep last night, and after eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's and watching old Cary Grant movies with "the girls", I think I'm on the road to recovery from acute self-doubt. Film is a tough business, and no one will sugarcoat things in Hollywood. I need to be ready to accept my own mediocrity, and never stop trying to break through it.
And if I can't, maybe I'll get a job working on Two and a Half Men. (Ouch! Score one for the Iggster!)
So here's my shopping list for tomorrow. (I'm probably going to do most of the rain-machine building work then)
I still have to consult with my engineering friend about what kind of square footage I'll need, which means I might need more boards.
This is really riveting stuff for blogging material, I know. I wish making movies was more interesting. If I could tell you more about the actual plot I would, but I don't want to spoil anything for you guys before the short comes out. It's a fun little story.
Damn it, I just want there to be one rainy day this summer. That's all I fricking need. I don't want to build a massive contraption to fake it, and have the sun obviously shining through the entire scene. I don't want to make a shitty movie, a "Plan 9 from Outer Space" or something.
By the way, you should watch that movie on Youtube. It's hilarious to see how bad a movie can actually be.
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