It's been a few days since we wrapped up shooting for our movie submission in the College Movie Festival. Our team drew the romantic comedy genre--the second year in a row our school had it. We won last year, by the way, but the movie wasn't all that funny. I feel we have a very real shot at winning the trophy again because our script is way funnier.
All of that is fine and dandy but the pre-production and production I was involved in was insane. For starters, the Sunday morning I arrived our campus rep Nikk handed me a partially done script. I couldn't help but to look shocked. I was a part of the writing team so I expected to have a bigger part in writing the script. After all, I thought, we all said we were going to meet Sunday morning. When we all finally got together at noon Sunday I sat silent at first, mainly because I was so tired. But then, as I began to engage in the conversation, I was essentially ignored. Initially I brushed it off but then I grew very annoyed because everything I said our campus rep had some snippy comment for it. I just started returning them back--screw it, right? It won't continue for too much longer, right? WRONG! It lasted for a few days. I don't know what made him stop but I'm glad he did because I was reaching my wits end. There's only so much BS I can tolerate and I'm sure you know exactly where I'm coming from on that one.
What caused all of that crap to transpire? Hmmmm...Good question. I wasn't the only woman involved and I wasn't the only African-American, either. Besides, he's African-American. We're both of the same political stripe. Perhaps there is just something about me that he doesn't care for too much. We're all guilty of not liking a person for no reason other than there's just something about them I don't like too much. A dumb reason for sure but a common one I'd venture to say.
Enough of that garbage for now--it's time to tell about the movie. The contest has parameters, kind of like the 48 hour movie challenge. Colleges and universities round Cincinnati had 10 days to write, shoot and edit a 6 minute movie that had to include:
*a character named William "Willie" Sudgrass and he had to be a truck driver
*two lines of dialogue
- "How long have you been sitting here?" Willie had to ask and
- "I don't know, boss. I've never seen him eat." Anyone could say that.
*a photo album, the essential prop
Our character, Willie, is an employee at a courier service that specializes in delivering to law firms round the city. He falls in love with a receptionist named Stacie at the law firm Benton and Rossi but an attorney there, Mr. Storm, gives Willie a hard time. Willie's roommate Burt gives him horrible but hilarious advice to get the girl but, of course, they don't work. It takes a near tragedy for Stacie to realize that Willie is the guy for her. I don't want to give it all away. I'll post a link as soon as I get the chance. :-)
All of that is fine and dandy but the pre-production and production I was involved in was insane. For starters, the Sunday morning I arrived our campus rep Nikk handed me a partially done script. I couldn't help but to look shocked. I was a part of the writing team so I expected to have a bigger part in writing the script. After all, I thought, we all said we were going to meet Sunday morning. When we all finally got together at noon Sunday I sat silent at first, mainly because I was so tired. But then, as I began to engage in the conversation, I was essentially ignored. Initially I brushed it off but then I grew very annoyed because everything I said our campus rep had some snippy comment for it. I just started returning them back--screw it, right? It won't continue for too much longer, right? WRONG! It lasted for a few days. I don't know what made him stop but I'm glad he did because I was reaching my wits end. There's only so much BS I can tolerate and I'm sure you know exactly where I'm coming from on that one.
What caused all of that crap to transpire? Hmmmm...Good question. I wasn't the only woman involved and I wasn't the only African-American, either. Besides, he's African-American. We're both of the same political stripe. Perhaps there is just something about me that he doesn't care for too much. We're all guilty of not liking a person for no reason other than there's just something about them I don't like too much. A dumb reason for sure but a common one I'd venture to say.
Enough of that garbage for now--it's time to tell about the movie. The contest has parameters, kind of like the 48 hour movie challenge. Colleges and universities round Cincinnati had 10 days to write, shoot and edit a 6 minute movie that had to include:
*a character named William "Willie" Sudgrass and he had to be a truck driver
*two lines of dialogue
- "How long have you been sitting here?" Willie had to ask and
- "I don't know, boss. I've never seen him eat." Anyone could say that.
*a photo album, the essential prop
Our character, Willie, is an employee at a courier service that specializes in delivering to law firms round the city. He falls in love with a receptionist named Stacie at the law firm Benton and Rossi but an attorney there, Mr. Storm, gives Willie a hard time. Willie's roommate Burt gives him horrible but hilarious advice to get the girl but, of course, they don't work. It takes a near tragedy for Stacie to realize that Willie is the guy for her. I don't want to give it all away. I'll post a link as soon as I get the chance. :-)
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