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Yesterday was something. We had our F1 screening, the screening of our semester projects, viewed by hundreds in a real theatre. People were sitting in the aisles and on the stairs it was so crowded.
My film was last.
Motherfuckin last. The last spot is the most coveted, and most widely received spot available. It just is. Everyone remembers it, the faculty specifically picks the one to go before intermission, and then to end with, based on what will bring people back. I did not know this until yesterday. All of the second year students had told me how I had "won" the competition that I didn't know existed, and how they were expecting it to make them cry. Yes, my film was chosen to go last, over the other 29 students, but the pressure for my film to perform jacked up 29 fold. My heart was pounding the entire time.
Seriously, pounding.
Stuart got up and went down to the front of the theater to get a better view for it too. It sort of melted my heart in every way possible when I noticed that. The Dean even got out of his recline position to watch more intently.
The thing about my film is, it isn't funny. There are no penis jokes; nobody gets kicked in the groin. Yeah it's got the sort of dry humor that is funny but you don't laugh at it, but hearing a theatre of people absolutely fucking silent while they watch your movie is unbelievable. I think that's the best compliment I could have gotten, people paying attention and getting involved in the story. Even if it was only four minutes.
Also, my film has the noise that the LOST monster makes in it, completely unplanned.
I gave Stuart a HULK clock, signed by the class, and wrote one of his famous quotes on top. He showed it off and made the dean read it, which was hilarious to watch. Gave Vicky a candle to help maintain her office ambiance, and ducked out to a bonfire party where I could ogle objects of my affection.
My film was last.
Motherfuckin last. The last spot is the most coveted, and most widely received spot available. It just is. Everyone remembers it, the faculty specifically picks the one to go before intermission, and then to end with, based on what will bring people back. I did not know this until yesterday. All of the second year students had told me how I had "won" the competition that I didn't know existed, and how they were expecting it to make them cry. Yes, my film was chosen to go last, over the other 29 students, but the pressure for my film to perform jacked up 29 fold. My heart was pounding the entire time.
Seriously, pounding.
Stuart got up and went down to the front of the theater to get a better view for it too. It sort of melted my heart in every way possible when I noticed that. The Dean even got out of his recline position to watch more intently.
The thing about my film is, it isn't funny. There are no penis jokes; nobody gets kicked in the groin. Yeah it's got the sort of dry humor that is funny but you don't laugh at it, but hearing a theatre of people absolutely fucking silent while they watch your movie is unbelievable. I think that's the best compliment I could have gotten, people paying attention and getting involved in the story. Even if it was only four minutes.
Also, my film has the noise that the LOST monster makes in it, completely unplanned.
I gave Stuart a HULK clock, signed by the class, and wrote one of his famous quotes on top. He showed it off and made the dean read it, which was hilarious to watch. Gave Vicky a candle to help maintain her office ambiance, and ducked out to a bonfire party where I could ogle objects of my affection.