Monday, June 25, 2007

The Movie (Final)

As I have mentioned several times on this blog, I am a film student at the University of Utah. I am a Junior, but his is only my second semester a s a film major. This semester, I was fortunate enough to get into the beginning production class. For this class, we are required to produce two films, a short narrative, and a short documentary. I was very excited to be in this class, and even more excited to be making some movies.

I had a stroke of genius for my first film. A three page short film with a surprise ending. It was short and simple, with one location and three actors. All I needed was a middle aged woman, a small boy between eight and ten, and a Brad Pitt type man.

The man is an assassin, the woman is his target, and the boy is the child version of the man. The story in short is this: The hit man enters the woman's house, and then stalks her through the house until finally finding her in the bathroom. He enters, draws his gun and fires. Instead of being shot with a bullet, she is struck by a foam dart. The man we have seen is actually the little boy, and he has been imagining the whole thing.

I know what your thinking, Its brilliant, and where can I send a check to get in on this project. (1346 N 230 W, American Fork Utah, 84003. Make checks payable to Jeffrey Whitlock). Of course you would be right to think so. It will be awesome.

Finding the woman was easy. My friend Melanie who does casting for Halestorm, (Singles Ward, Church Ball, etc), is also an actress and looks the part. She offered not only to be in the movie, but she offered her giant new house and to find the rest of the needed actors. I was set. With a week before shooting, I could concentrate on story boards and set design.

I wish I could conclude the this story here and tell you that the shoot went perfect and my movie was ready for the Oscars. However, that would be a lie, and worse, a boring story.

I had planned to shoot on a Thursday, the only day I could miss both school and work. It was also the best day for Melanie. On Monday morning, I called Mel and left her a message confirming the shoot on Thursday, and that we had actors in line to be there. She didn't call back. I waited all day for her call, but never got one. finally around Eight she IMs me.

8:07 Mel
Sorry my phone died! I will talk to my friend tomorrow. I thought we were shooting on friday though.

(why are you messaging me instead of calling me like I asked)


8:09 Jefe
I cant miss school or work on friday, its either thurs or sat.

(I have said Thursday from the start, don't you listen to me?)


8:15 Mel
Would it be eaisier to find somebody else.

(The bomb shell. I knew I knew it was all to good to bre true. Here we are a few days from the shoot and she is going to bail on me. I don't know what to say, I need a back up plan. I quickley call my brother-in-law, and beg him to be in my movie. He agrees, and he volenteers his nephew and his wife for the other roles. Take that Mel, I will find somewhere else.)


8:25 Jefe
You sound hesitant, maybe I will go another direction.

(I hope that doesn' sound to offensive. She doesn't respond right away. I wait for her, listening to music and playing solitair Finally I go to bed. In the morning I see she has responded.)


10:15 Mel
Just trying to help work out scheduling but if you think you can find three other people and another place go for it.

(I can tell she was upset. I felt kind of bad, after all the work she has done. I should call her.)

On Tuesday morning I call her phone and suprisingly she picks up. I quickly explain to her my fears of doing it Thursday at her house, mostly that I haven't met the actors, and that it doesn't seem like she is really interested. But she alays my fears, and assures me that she wants to do the project and that she will make sure the actors will be there. I am back in buisness.

Once again, I wish I could end the story here and say that everything got better and went well, but it didn't. When I got to Melanies house Thursday morning, she informs me that Loren, my assassin, broke his foot a few days ago, and that I will have to shoot around that. I stare at her in shock for a moment, and then remembering that she is doing me a favor, and that I don't have any other choice at this moment, I say sure, I can shoot around his broken foot.

So the shoot began with my limping assassin and continued down hill from there. Just so you know, Melanie was fantastic in the movie, and so was everybody else despite the fact that the main character couldn't walk. The biggest problem was me.

Though I had put in hours of prep time, I was using a new camera that I was unfamiliar with, and therefore ended up with some focus problems, I had large shadows on the walls from the lights I had never used before, and I shot the whole thing in under Eight hours. Thats two hours faster than I had planned, which means that I was rushing when I should have been slow and careful.

Overall, I was dissapointed with the footage I took. I wanted so badly to have a succesful shoot, and create an incredible film. But it just wasn't meant to be. Hopefully I will be able to salvage it in post production.


Monday, June 11, 2007

IM with Melanie (Revised)

This is a conversation I had with a friend a few days ago. Her name, as you can see, is Melanie. Looking back at this discussion, I realize how idiotic and childish I am sometimes. Oh well, live and learn.


45 minutes
7:00 PM Melanie: hello there hot stuff! thanks for your help yesterday!

Melanie: where have you been?

(I enter my room and see that Melanie has IMed me)

7:11 PM me: Whats upi have been talking with my mother and killing Germans

(The Germans in question are Nazis in the game Medal of Honor for the Nintendo Game Cube.)

Melanie: I was trying to get ahold of you regarding wendover

(I had previously been invited to spend the night in Wendover with her and her husband. This is a common practice for them, as they get free rooms at the peppermill)

me: I left my phone upstairs

(I can't keep track of my phone, a habit which makes Melanie very angry)

Melanie: killing germans?

(She's not a big gamer)

me: Yes, the Nazis

(I beat the game)

Melanie: xbox?

(Her kids have an xbox. I think it is the only system she knows of.)

me: Those dirty krauts deserved every bullet
Game cube actually

(I am not a violent person, I just like to act tuff in games)

7:12 PM Melanie: nice
I guess no wendover

(Back to the important questions, she doesn't like to dilly dally, when disscussing gambling)

7:13 PM me: Yeah, I probably better not
No Flow
I hope you win a ton though

(They usually do win a ton. Her husband is a terrific Black Jack player and they have a bank roll of 10,000 to play with. I myself am horrible at gambling hence, NO FLOW)

The Next Day

11:04 AM me: what do you mean no can make it.

(I meant to say ...no one can make it. She was having a birthday party and I could tell she was a little bugged.)


11:05 AM Melanie: just that! i have had only three people say they could come
one is my mom

(Her mother is senile. Very sad)

11:06 AM me: That Sucks. So what are you going to do
I know, lets get hammered drunk instead

(I was completley seriouse with this suggestion. She generally takes me up on it)

11:07 AM Melanie: I think Lester is just going to take me out for dinner...fun huh?

(Boring)

11:08 AM me: Yeah, that will be awsome. Especially if he takes you somewhere good

(He generally does. Still, BORING)

11:09 AM Melanie: like ruth's chris

(Yeah, just like the last three times you went out to eat without me.)

11:10 AM me: exactly



Thursday, June 7, 2007

Kung Poo

This is the coolest video on youtube. Check out all of his stuff. It's great.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

IM With Melanie

This is a conversation I had with a friend a few days ago. Her name, as you can see, is Melanie. Looking back at this discussion, I realize how idiotic and childish I am sometimes. Oh well, live and learn.

45 minutes
7:00 PM Melanie: hello there hot stuff! thanks for your help yesterday!

Melanie: where have you been?

me: Whats up

7:11 PM i have been talking with my mother and killing Germans

Melanie: I was trying to get ahold of you regarding wendover

me: I left my phone upstairs

Melanie: killing germans?

me: Yes, the Nazis

Melanie: xbox?

me: Those dirty krauts deserved every bullet
Game cube actually

Melanie: nice
7:12 PM I guess no wendover

me: Yeah, I probably better not
No Flow
7:13 PM I hope you win a ton though

The Next Day

11:04 AM me: what do you mean no can make it.

11:05 AM Melanie: just that! i have had only three people say they could come
one is my mom

11:06 AM me: That Sucks. So what are you going to do
I know, lets get hammered drunk instead

11:07 AM Melanie: I think Lester is just going to take me out for dinner...fun huh?

11:08 AM me: Yeah, that will be awsome. Especially if he takes you somewhere good

11:09 AM Melanie: like ruth's chris

11:10 AM me: exactly

11:19 AM me: I can't find his email adress
But you could send him a message on his myspace page

11:25 AM Melanie: are you there?

12 minutes
11:38 AM me: Hey I am back
I was talking to my mother

11:40 AM Would you like me to cut and paste you message into his myspace page?



Monday, June 4, 2007

Battlestar Galactica Blog

I confess, I am in love with Battlestar Galactica. I honestly think it is one of the best made shows on television. If you don't believe me, try it. I swear you will love it.

I follow the blog www.bsgblog.net. It is a good blog with up to date info on the show and a fairly decent critique of each weeks episode. On occasion, the moderator doesn't know what he is talking about, but sometimes he gets it right.

The Xbox Player (Revised)

With long tanned arms, he slowly bends down, and lets out a small quiet groan. His big boney hands each take a handful of white vinyl and the he rises, picking up the large white beanbag chair made to look like a giant soccer ball. It has rip in the side of it, and I can see white cotton stuffing sticking out of it. As it rises into the air, two light brown beens fall from the rip and land on the carpet, disappearing into the thick brown shag. He takes two short steps toward the center of the large rectangular room and drops it directly in front of the tv. As it lands, I can hear the air rush out of it and it makes a loud "whump," He bends his knees, and falls on top of the bag, making another softer whump. The remaining air in the bag rushes out, and I can see individual beans pressing against the thin vinyl.

He grabs the legs and readjusts his tan shorts to be more comfortable. He reaches out to the side of the beanbag, and picks up the long rectangular, gray remote control and presses the button to activate the television. He sits still while the large black television, three feet infront of him, comes to life.

The tv slowly brightens into a white screen displaying the xbox 360 logo in green and gray. The boy waits, tapping his index finger on the side of the white controller, his left foot bumping up and down on the carpet, as the label "Ghost Recon" appears on the screen. His long fingers press the buttons in rapid succession, guiding the screen through a series of pictures, until it reads "loading." His fingers flex and unflex as the loading bar slowly moves from left to right.

As he begins to play the game, he works the controllers, moving the sticks with his thumbs, his eyes never leaving the screen. His mouth twists into different shapes as he plays. First he grimaces, then smiles, then grimaces again. He frowns in concentration, eyes never blinking, he opens his mouth into a snarl, and jerks the controller upward two times, and then laughs, a smile on his face.