So, here I am. Back at a keyboard. Playing with words.
I used to think that's what I was going to do. Be a writer. Even though I could only type with four and a half fingers.
Either that or a guitarist. Which I could play with the prerequisite amount of digits.
But mostly, I loved the notion of writing.
Back in highschool, when all I knew was Stephen King and Ray Bradbury. When home taught film was still the domain of hideously unwieldly VHS cameras (mine actually had an 1800 kilo player/recorder, conveniently worn in a suitcase at your sholder, with a strap that gently and persistently worked to seperate arm from shoulder) and dual player, linear editing systems.
Then school ended and I had to think about more time spent in other schools. Or "universities", as they are now known.
I began really paying attention to movies (something that had begun after working in youth theatre and noticing the similarly slack jawed performances of extras in film) and all of a sudden words were relegated to the past, music was a hobby and film loomed on the horizon with all the flare and subtlty of a carnivale float.
Around the same time I realised Guy Ritchie had been a commercials director before he did Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. I investigated and discovered more of my then favourite directors had started out that way.
Suddenly I knew my path. Through commercials I would eventually find my way into the world of feature films.
So I studied film at Footscray City College, under the tutelage of Bill and Cleo, who are icons in their own right.
Then, in an effort to equip myself with more advertising know how than most film school graduates, I studied how to rationalise headlines and discuss CMPs at RMIT with their BA in Creative Advertising. I also studied alcohol, girls and self imposed double bills at the local multiplex with my best friend Benny.
I travelled, I taught English in Taiwan, I came back with sand in my undies and chongwen on my lips.
I worked for Exit Films in any capacity I could, learning off the likes of some of our greatest directors like Glendyn Ivin and Garth Davis. But in the end I suspect I lacked enough for any one single capacity and so I moved on.
I began work on building my reel, through the friends and skills I picked up in Uni.
Joined The Directors Group in Prahran 2 years ago, achieving what had been a major goal for some years: to find myself under the banner of a production company. Directed a bunch of music videos and commercials, then left 2 months ago. Why? Well it wasn't really working out how any of us planned. Simply put. It was one of the smoothest, cleanest parting of ways in my working history, mind you.
And here I am, with that path still before me.
I have two music videos for completion within the next week, another to follow. A new production company in my sights within the next month or two. Commercials. A short film a bit beyond that. And just beyond that, my first feature.
So what am I doing here, instead of busily sprinting up said path with scripts in arm, lingo on tongue and handshakes in palm?
Well, I reckon I might start sharing the journey up this path with you. With anyone who wants to know. With, potentially, absolutely no one.
It's a funny one to rationalise, in this era of narcissism and backyard celebrity. But if I ignore all that, it isn't.
I love every glimpse I garner of my cherished industry, and the nature of the interwebs to share thoughts and ideas is insanely powerful. Which is handy. And also too good to ignore.
So this marks the first installment of a mixed bleugh (can't bring myself to utter the b word. There's something about blarghging that makes me gag a little bit. I shall ruminate on an alternate to the word blachgagging so that I might use a term that doesn't have me upchucking onto my keyboard).
Over the years I hope to give (anyone who cares for them) glimpses of my experiences within this world. Ponderings on story, lessons from on set, encounters with biscuits in post, sweaty palmed moments from premiers atop all sorts of carpets. I hope to relay to you meetings with some of my most revered mentors, adventures in great film meccas, and falls face first into chance encounter with those of a like mind.
Along the way I'll share other bits, naturally (and unnaturally); projects, travel and the odd casting call. As you can see, so far the latter more than makes up the majority.
And in doing so, I intend to foster a use for that love of words — beyond a career that calls on it constantly — that began in a time before I knew of alpha mattes and motion tracking, barrelling and ADR. Back when characters' thoughts were rendered in italics and visions were painted in the mind.
Back at the keyboard and now using only 4 fingers to type. How far we come.