My Soul To Keep - presented by Easy Water Films

Dang, no replies since my last post. I've got to remember that drama sells. "It's going really well." What kind of post is that?

Here's the real story: The reason we don't have picture lock yet is because I had to enter rehab. I'm not proud of it, and it's not the first time. I hope to finally kick my breakfast cereal addiction.

When Alex heard about what happened he flew up to see me, which I thought was a wonderful gesture of friendship. Turns out that Alex thought the last cut of the film was awful and as he entered by room at the rehabilitation center, he sucker punched me. Something about "destroying his original script" or some such.

It was a hard punch and I flew back hard, flipping over the balcony (did I mention that my rehab room has a terrace and a lovely view of the lake?). Struggling to grab onto any hand hold to save my young and valuable life, I grabbed ahold of a piece of cloth. There, dangling high above the rehab center's spiked fence (for security) I thought to myself, "Piece of cloth? What's a piece of cloth doing out here?" So I looked up.

Turns out that I had grabbed ahold of Bryan's pantleg. Bryan was scaling the side of the center in full mountain climbing regalia trying to reach my window. In his backpack was contraband. That's right. Fruity Pebbles. (Apparently from a producer / director relationship, I'm much easier to control if I'm hopped up on Cap't Crunch, or the like.) This would seem a fortunate turn of events, except that the line Bryan was using was rated to his exact bodyweight plus three boxes of cereal. My addition was causing the lines to stretch and snap.

"Chris! Stop moving! You're making the lines go faster!" Bryan screamed.

"I'm not moving!" I said. Turns out that without realizing it I was trying to get the Fruity Pebbles out of his backpack. Rehab. Remember?

Suddenly Alex appeared at the edge of the balcony. "Alex, pull us up, man!" Bryan pleaded. Alex just shook his head.

"Not until you cut the picture back the way I wrote it!" Alex demanded.

By this time I has a mouth full of Pebbles and no longer cared that I could fall to my death at any moment. Bryan, realizing this agreeded with Alex. "Chris isn't with us anymore, so as producer, I promise he'll recut the film."

Alex hesitated, and the final climbing line snapped. We started to fall, then with Neo-like reflexes Alex grabbed Bryan's hand and lifted us to safety. Bryan sat on the balcony a long time, reflecting on the near death experience. Alex left, having accomplished what he set out to do. I ordered a gallon of milk from room service. When asked why I needed a whole gallon i simply replied, "I'm thirsty."

And that's what really happened.
 
Yeah, sorry. No room for happy stories without some drama getting there. And even with your fruity pebbles dangling by a thread, all they can think to ask for is grabs. Can you believe that?


As Chris and his pebbles tumbled eleven stories to certain doom, the crowd yelled 'Don't forget the grabs!'


But before all that came to pass ...


Alex, now all full of himself, marched out of the room. In so doing, he stumbled over a box that read 'Don't open until October 27th. When properly translated, Don't Open actually is the short form for 'don't open if somebody is watching'. Since Bryan and Chris were busy trying to save themselves, Alex looked in the box. When he realized Chris had taken his precious script, tore it asunder, and then reassembled it into something even better, Alex immediately demanded a bowl of fruity pebbles. 'But we have no milk' Chris feigned. 'Ya, what he said,' Bryan chimed in.


Undaunted, Alex pulled a magic cow from his pocket, pulled on the teat marked pasturized, and proceeded to fill a bowl with milk and fruity pebbles. A warm glow enveloped the room.


Pan back into rehab window where three miscreants calling themselves the Fruity Pebble Gang plan their next move.





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Grabs.

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My Lawrence of Arabia shot.


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A prominent character.


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Still playing with the look of this clip. It may not appear like this in the final film. I do love this look though and may have to use it on future projects.


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This gives away way too much of the film. I hope Bryan and Alex will forgive me for posting it, as there's essentially no reason to watch the movie now.*

*Not true, this was sarcasm, please watch the movie.
 
Yep. I've tried lobbying Congress to change to a thirty-six hour day so I could get everything done, but all they wanted to do was give me $700 billion. I didn't really need the money, so I just went back home.
 
Excellent. keep us updated!


Before really paying attention to the process everyone goes through here, I never gave music in film much thought. Man does it really make a difference. Duh!

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Yeah, and composers usually look at you funny when you say "I need this in a week." So keeping them in mind at the beginning of the scheduling process, is a good thing. :)
 
O.K., it's been 3 days...where's that score? How long could it take to record that accordion anyway?:)

....I know I'm going with a chord organ score for the next fest...I kid you not!:thumbup:
 
Well Zaza, the score isn't coming together perfectly and the composer and myself have decided that what's missing is the sound of a 1487 harpsichord. We tried a harpsichord from 1488, but that didn't have the same accoustics as one built in 1487. So I've been scouring the globe trying to piece together a harpsichord from various parts from the year 1487 so that we can get just the right sound for My Soul to Keep. The past three days I've been in China, the Ukraine, and am posting this from South Africa as I attempt to barter for vintage cat gut from 1487 so that we can put the strings on the harpsichord.

It will all be worth it, I promise .....
 
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