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May 17, 2007
A Second Essay
I'm up in Missouri right now, getting ready to shoot a new documentary or essay film or what have you. I wasn't sure if I was going to find an opportunity to make it, but all the requisite elements seemed to coalesce at just the right moment, and thus here I am, with cameras (or camera, since I only have one) ready to start rolling tomorrow morning. It'll be a short film - how short, I don't know exactly yet (my films always seem to turn out best when I only have a halfway idea of where I want to go with them). My friend Brad Mitchell is my partner in crime on this one; he's done sound work on every film I've made since we met in Berlin two years ago, but this is the first time we've ever actually worked together in person. And since he's moving to Switzerland in three weeks, this'll probably be our last chance to do so (at least until my potential big European feature of '08 - knock on wood).
Last night, I was still in Texas, and it was there that I finally filmed the first shot of the third part of A Catalog Of Anticipations. It turned out almost too beautifully. The third, fourth, fifth and sixth shots (and possibly a few more) will hopefully go before cameras on Monday, and then I'll cut them together to the beat of whatever music I end up selecting (thanks for the recommendations, everyone). And then it'll be done. I wrote in an e-mail to someone the other day that I wish it didn't take me so long to make all these short little films. But I've learned the value of waiting, I guess. In this case, I've known what the film was going to be about for months, but I've only recently realized how it was going to be about it.
But back to the documentary. On the drive up here today, I was headed down some pitch black corridor of interstate freeway, listening to a Penderecki CD, and I got so scared that I had to drive with the dome lights on. It was seriously terrifying. You all should try it sometime.
Posted by David Lowery at May 17, 2007 02:52 AM