Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary, okay? So we had this whole romantic dinner planned, got the mother-in-law and her boyfriend to watch the kids while we went out, the whole thing. So we drop them off, go run an errand, and then get home to hear an answering machine message, which indicated that said (60-year-old) boyfriend/babysitter had fallen while playing tag with the kids in the driveway and needed to go to the emergency room. (It turns out he got 5 stitches near his eye and fractured his right hand in three places.) We picked the kids up from the friendly neighbor, went home and ate Chinese food and watched "Trading Spaces."
So I guess this is a thread where you can talk about how you too have been THWARTED! BY FATE!!!
― Neudonym, Sunday, 13 July 2003 10:57 (twenty-two years ago)
I once had a go at making a student film in college as part of my multimedia course - the script (written by me) wasn't fantastic but it was okay, a vaguely Monty Python-esque thing where an artist was interviewed and the whole thing gets increasingly silly, culminating in the interviewer being transformed into a computer cartoon of a boy made out of flame.
Unfortunately, FATE was against me - the original actress playing the artist fell ill and was replaced by some girl who didn't learn her lines, so we had to make up dozens upon dozens of idiot boards which the crew held up at strategic positions. (They had to do it for the interviewer too, as we couldn't find anyone who wanted to do that part.) So during most of the film it looks like both people are somewhat distracted by something just over the other's shoulder. A
dd this to the fact that a megalomaniac was on the crew and basically took over direction himself (I'm pathetically shy and let him walk all over me) and the final computer cartoon was never done, and you have a spectacular waste of time.
A year later I tried to do another film, this time based on my idea of a woman who has a sock puppet living in her womb. Everyone loved it, except the teacher, who instead commisioned a somewhat lame comedy about Elvis because my pitch didn't go that well - I spent half of it in a panic, staring at my notes. Oh yeah, and I suppose a film about a woman who has a sock puppet in her womb would be frowned upon by the head staff, I guess. Here endeth my attempts at being a filmmaker.
― Chriddof (Chriddof), Sunday, 13 July 2003 11:26 (twenty-two years ago)