here come the zombies.
Every year I've lived in New Zealand (all, um, three of them) I've participated in the 48HOURS film competition. (For those unfamiliar, you can familiarize yourself here.) For the previous two years, I've been a co-writer and editor (well, co-editor last year). This year is the first time that I've decided to direct, in addition to co-writing and co-editing.
The time leading up to 48HOURS was a pretty nerve-wracking experience. For reasons from work to being siphoned off by the competition to being in another country, most of the previous year's team were unable to participate this year. Furthermore, several people who volunteered then had to back out, with the last backing out Friday morning. As a result, we had to operate with a relatively small cast and crew.
This is the first year I've been to the launch, which is where each team is assigned their genre and the random elements are revealed. For some reason, I thought that each team drew a number, and then at the start time it was revealed which number corresponded to each genre. But (at least this year) it doesn't work that way; each of the 160ish teams there drew a genre in order, then we waited around to get the elements right at the launch time. (The draw went quicker than expected, I suppose.)
To backtrack slightly, a couple important pieces of information. One is that one of the few things you're allowed to do prior to the shoot is secure locations. Perhaps apropos for the small crew, we didn't have access to that many locations apart from our flats. And, oh yes ... one person had access to a chapel, and the adjacent cemetery grounds.
The other important piece of information. I've been slightly obsessed with zombies for a while. It's sort of a random thing that spiraled out of control. Prior to going to South Seas, I think the only zombie movie I'd seen was NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. I think it's fantastic, but it didn't really make me rush out and watch more zombie movies. But then at South Seas, the camera people would like to practice their shooting in the car park, and often I'd be walking through, and half for reasons of my own amusement and half for reasons of giving them a longer amount of time to be able to shoot, I'd switch into a zombie walk, lumbering towards them or across the car park or whatever.
Anyway, this zombie thing kind of grew. I made a fake commercial for Zom-B-Gone! Hallowed Ground with our 2004 team. I instigated, co-wrote, and (regrettably) acted in a mock-education film called ZOMBIES AND YOU. I got around to watching the rest of the DEAD trilogy, although truthfully I haven't seen that many other zombie movies besides those and the brilliant SHAUN OF THE DEAD. (Although I'm dying to see THEY CAME BACK, a French film about zombies that apparently soft-pedals the gore in favor of lengthy city council meetings.)
Maybe I like zombies because I sort of envy them. Their life is largely simple and uncomplicated, albeit inelegant. They don't have the pretentious style of vampires, or the psychological torment of the werewolf. They just stagger around and feast on entrails. It's kind of a beautiful thing, in a way. (Of course, in another, more accurate way, it's really gross. But anyway.)
All of this is to say, when we drew the genre "Horror", I smiled. The first reason I smiled was because we successfully avoided drawing the "Musical" genre. The second reason I smiled was because I realized that we had a graveyard, a church, and the horror genre.
Clearly, it was zombie time. Now, we just needed a basic plot idea.
At 7:10, we got the random elements. They were a character (Robin Slade, "an eternal optimist"); an object (a mirror); and a line of dialogue ("That's what I'm talking about.").
Everything clicked in my head, and I had a basic plot idea. (What was that? You'll just have to see it to find out.) Now, we needed to write the script.
Okay, I'm fading now, so so much for the blow-by-blow. The short of it was that the script writing went great, the shoot was awesome (we shot Friday night 11 PM to 6 AM and Saturday night 4 PM to 1 AM), and the editing went about as well as could be hoped for. I'd have liked more time to get the audio bed stronger, but as I keep trying to remind myself: "It's a 48 HOURS film." The most important thing was the experience, and it was a powerfully positive one. I've directed two shorts this year, and in both cases despite major headaches and last minute crew shufflings, the people who've wound up on the shoot have absolutely been the right ones, and not only taken the short to another level than I would have on my own but made it a lovely experience. And hopefully we'll be able to coast off the energy of this into getting some other shorts made soon. I already have a title for the next one, which I'll keep to myself for the moment. Because I'm like that.
Our finished product is screening at the Wednesday night, 9:30 heat at the Civic. I highly doubt anybody's reading this who lives anywhere near here that wouldn't know that anyway, but if you're in the neighborhood come by.