Send lawyers, guns and money; the shit has hit the fan
Ok, so I have this big project due on Tuesday. One of the most complicated I've probably ever had to put together for a class: a short film.
Of course, I refuse to make an acceptable short film. I want mine to be exceptional.
So I decide to do a top-notch stop motion animation film.
Now, a lot of Murphy's Law has been going on since I decided that, but I'm only gonna tell you the most hide-chapping thing of them all; I made up a schedule that can best be summed up to pre-production on Friday, production on Saturday, post-production on Sunday.
So I'm working on building a set underneath my bed, and I decide to walk up to Home Depot to pick up a few worklights and some paint. And I notice a sign on the door of the building:
The power will be shut off to this building from ten an to three pm on Saturday, September seventeenth.
Well, I was planning on working for every single one of those hours, and since I can't light at all, and wouldn't be able to run my camera for tha long anyway, I have to work around that.
One thing I was hoping to do was make an animatic featuring pre-edited sound.
That seemed like a really good idea, and I still think it would be great. Only I had my friend in Chicago record one of the voices for me, and then he started a transfer of the file and went to bed.
And then the file stopped tranfering less than a quarter of the way through. Just frozen in time.
Now I know how Terry Gilliam felt during the production of The Man Who Killed Don Quixote.
Of course, I refuse to make an acceptable short film. I want mine to be exceptional.
So I decide to do a top-notch stop motion animation film.
Now, a lot of Murphy's Law has been going on since I decided that, but I'm only gonna tell you the most hide-chapping thing of them all; I made up a schedule that can best be summed up to pre-production on Friday, production on Saturday, post-production on Sunday.
So I'm working on building a set underneath my bed, and I decide to walk up to Home Depot to pick up a few worklights and some paint. And I notice a sign on the door of the building:
The power will be shut off to this building from ten an to three pm on Saturday, September seventeenth.
Well, I was planning on working for every single one of those hours, and since I can't light at all, and wouldn't be able to run my camera for tha long anyway, I have to work around that.
One thing I was hoping to do was make an animatic featuring pre-edited sound.
That seemed like a really good idea, and I still think it would be great. Only I had my friend in Chicago record one of the voices for me, and then he started a transfer of the file and went to bed.
And then the file stopped tranfering less than a quarter of the way through. Just frozen in time.
Now I know how Terry Gilliam felt during the production of The Man Who Killed Don Quixote.