“Can you scream for me?”
I’m sitting in a room where racks of clothes await a body, muddled Shakespearean quotes line a dry erase board, and a whip hangs off a hook. The winds outside are silenced by the thick walls, the steel doors, and the unknown neighbors walking outside. The chances of my return are slim, so I’ll make the best of it. Before us stands a young woman with tinted hair, a losing fuchsia to her natural brunette, ready to belt out her lungs.
And she does.
The Director, sitting to my left, smiles and claps with glee. We have casted another character. But she doesn’t know it, yet. With door closing behind her, we all turn and nod approvingly. Some times it is unanimous, some times you find yourself a wonderful actor. Besides her screaming, which was spectacular, she took direction very well and could pantomime a wonderful state of fear.
But let’s pause for a moment and take a few steps back to a couple of months ago.
It all started with returning a phone call last December. A fellow filmmaker wanted to meet to talk for a bit. Being the type that likes bits of talking, a change of pace, and coffee shops, I agreed to meet up with him. It was January and dark, for being only 6 pm – it felt past bedtime. But the frigid thoughts of a Rochester winter melted away as I entered the coffee shop. It was a new one to me and everyone inside, the regulars, knew it. I took a chai latte for the hell of it and waited in a silent corner.
The acoustics were interesting. I picked up every conversation, every remark, and kept some memorable lines for personal use. This first night provided a favorite of mine. Two young college-age kids are click-clacking away on their keyboards, flirting with the employee, nagging the employee. They begin a conversation on films:
“Nothing good has been made here.”
This one statement pricks the ears as my eyes roll to identify the speaker. Said with such vulgarity, with such an air of authority – you could easily tell that the source must be from an ignorant, know-it-all. Thankfully, the employee proved him so,
“Have you seen any of the locally-made films?”
He says. HE SAYS. Let us not spend much more time on these kids, but this memory must be shared as it is what occurred before my chance meeting. The latte had cooled to a satisfactory gulping temperature, for I dislike sipping (and a burned tongue), when David sat down. David was currently in the middle of completing post-production on a feature film, so my assumptions about our meeting lay in that direction. They were wrong.
“Do you like horror films?”
This was going to be fun, I immediately determined. What followed for the next two hours was a discussion on the types of horror films we enjoy, what we personally enjoy about the genre (literal and film-based), our sources of inspiration for the genre, and if there was any interest in collaborating on a horror film. 2011 was starting off on a well-proper foot.
I said, “yes.”
If you are the least bit interested in the process of making an independent horror film, then please stay tuned as I relate my experiences on the current film I am working on, from pre-production to post – I will be writing as much as I can. Next up – plots, killers, and demands.