Today was the big day to shoot my horror film entitled boring pasta. it was simply supposed to be a big joke making fun of family guy, where it was black and white and the man and women would dance up and down, making pasta, and then peter would run in and start eating the pasta right away, and the wife would kill him, and then she’d make some more and serv it outside in a dish, but then the husband would charge and she’d shoot him in the head, but it didnt end up like that. I retold the story, of a person hitting a bible thumper on the head with a shuvel as she was in the backyard messing around, and stuff like that .
well for the most part working on my set was a total fucking nightmare. know one was listening to my directions, almost zero amount of emotional impact and terror were present in the making of this movie. it was more like i cant do that or wont do this for the last bloody hr or more of the shoot. i wanted my mom to be literally dragged across the grass on the grass. i was viewing it via the camera lens and their was no love in the scene, it was like yea i’m pulling her, i am pulling her slowly, yea i am not gonna pull her rough to make it look scary, dark and distressing, even the shovel hit looking insanely terrible. on my sets i expect a insane amount of surrealism, an insane amount of strong emotions, strong body movement and fear. i was not getting this at all, on the set i was directing on. most of the time my mom is ok to work with on the last two films we did together, but this one she didnt seem to take enoughs risks as it was. i was showing her as i said it to others. lay on the ground, lay on the ground. she replied show me and i’ll do it, i said law on the ground, lay laaaay, then she chickened out and said her ankles were sore and needing to get some padding or some shite like that.
i had to repeat and repeat like i was a bloody robot over and over and over and over like i was a robotic monkey on crack. i really tried to be nice to everyone that was on the fucking set, but it was complete anarchy for the remainder of it. the first part was very very fun, and then when it came to the intense intense parts, they started getting really really bad at it. they kept saying oh your dont have to do it like that it’s just pretending. so your stating that pulling someone along the grass slowly and idiotic is gonna guarantee a legit scare? it’s gonna make the audience laugh, and not get the point of it. it was shot from afar but i could tell they weren’t really giving 110% of the nature of the move, and just skipped along like a little fairy, thinking that pretending to pick up, or pretending to put you in a shed, around a garbage area or trunk would create so much anarchy between me, my dad and my mom. the i don’t want to do it if i get hurt. sometimes a little accident or two helps the circulation a bit. i guess i expect too much a lot of the time, but when their here with jeff, everything seems to be ok, but when i am around shooting my style of horror without an accomplish, i start swearing, and shouting for them to get the scene correct. the only stressful scene was the dragging, the putting her in the shed, the realism towards the dragging, the shed and the trunk, and no one listening to a single word i am saying, like their a bunch of deaf monkey that forgot their hearing aid or dont make it realistic enough for me.
it would be nice, if everything went smooth, fast, energetic, funny, terrifying and horrific all in a single day, without a single complaint. the final product i know from my heart is gonna be a complete trainwreck of a film. i am going to have to get my buddy jeff to salvage whatever he can with it. possibly a fake trailer, a 30 second blurfest or just a complete mess. i know it’s a challenge but i take the horror genre very seriously. it is a genre that is slowly dying off, and having rehashes of the same shit over and over again.
thanks parents.
