12.10.2010

The Frets

 Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Frets. My first year film at Simon Fraser University. See my previous post on production.

This was a very personal project for me - after being rejected from this film program a handful of times, I wanted to complete this on my own. I think I really needed to prove to myself that I finally belonged in this program. I picked a concept that I could relate to, simple as it was. Unfortunately, I think I kept it too simple. To me, my camera work was a little dry. If the scratches weren't present (for whatever reason), I'd put everyone to sleep. Most of my shots worked out great - fantastic exposure (I think it's pretty good, I mean, for someone who still doesn't completely understand exposures), great colour.

As per first year requirements (and much to my immense delight), this film was shot on 16mm film with an old, spring motor Bolex and cut on a Steenbeck flatbed editor. One thing that I really wanted to do with this first film is experiment with the medium of film itself. You can't take paint and bleach to video - so I went a little crazy. After cutting my film and putting together a solid cut on the Steenbeck (one of these badboys), a set up a work table at home consisting of a transparent cutting board propped up on stacks of paperbacks, a bare lightbulb, a film reel winder on top of the desk, and a pen stuck into the chair to put my take up reel on (which was interesting). I also had a little standup magnifying glass and a wide variety of acrylic inks, paint brushes, q-tips, tiny glue applying brushes, x-acto knives and a large jug of bleach. The hand work on this was excruciating. 24 frames go by each second. So to make anything consistent, it was extra killer (the breakfast foods especially destroyed me).

The night before I showed it in class, I was up all night - still scratching and bleaching away (trying so hard not to pass out from chlorine fumes). I left the sound mix for last (aka starting it three hours before class started). Originally I had a much more complex sound track planned. But I quite like how it turned out. I had my bff and amazing talent, Durae over to do voice overs. Upon going to put them to the film, it just wasn't flowing. SO. Me, who hates my voice, at 6 am, after a night of too much bleach , an entire box of Pot of Gold chocolates (yes, I am THAT disgusting) and a good solid 20+ hours of zero sleep, does this voice over. Upon listening to it back, all I could think of was Nicolas Cage's Charlie Kaufman in Adaptation. This has also been pointed out to me numerous times after the fact. Good thing or bad? Not entirely sure. At around 8:30 am, I wrapped it up, synced sound one last time and bit my lip. My loathing for this project was so unimaginable - an hour before class and I thought it was the worst, an abomination to film.  The biggest pile of steaming bullshit this world has ever seen. The whole way to class, my heart was pounding in my ears as I was thinking of some way to apologize for it's horribleness to the entire class.

I could hardly concentrate on the films that came before mine (I was glad I had other opportunities to see them, because they are amaaaazing (I will never see escalators the same way ever again)). My heart was in my throat. The butterflies in my stomach turned to bees. I was shaking and sweating. My hands still smelled like bleach. I fumbled the film into the projector, I was on the brink of apologizing for the dreadful end result - then, without saying a word (well, after panicking at the lab instructor because I didn't know where the focus knob was on that particular projector) proceeded to stare at my feet while it played.

The Frets from Laurel Brown on Vimeo.

What I heard was laughter, than applause. My heart slowed down a bit, the class began to discuss. With every word, I started to feel so much better. Having done scratch work on film themselves, they understood the trials that are involved to do it. I even got a compliment pertaining to my, "... unique perspective of the world," and even my voice over. I wanted to say grandiose things about my film, having my faith in life restored, but all that came out was a nervous dribble of words about nothing in particular.

Post screening, I have got to mention,  I experienced such a feeling of elation I had never felt in my life.

I have wished numerous times to myself in the past years that I wish I had gotten into the film program previously. But here is something I have discovered, coming to the end of this first semester, I am so happy to be with the fantastic people in my class. We are all very different, ranging talents, backgrounds and ideas, but all of us have this common thread running deep within us - an intense passion for film. Each film that was presented was completely different, personal journeys, exploring the medium of film, the artistry of it, the processes and labors. Each unique, fantastic and inspiring. I will be proud to work with these people for years to come.

And I just have to mention - that a computer did not touch this film until it was recorded to be put on the internet this morning. Four days after it's completion.

Thank you for reading all this - I just thought I would preserve it for those rough patches where I need something to hold onto for dear life.

Sorry for the cheesiness and nostalgia. I think it's appropriate right about now.

12.01.2010

Hey there, ho there, DECEMBER.

Oh December, how bittersweet your arrival.

I did a lot of Christmas shopping today. Most of it in fact! Now I have sewing supplies spread all over my living room floor, am chiseling haystacks off of a plate I neglected to put parchment paper on and watching some good ol' Pulp Fiction.

Last week, I said goodbye to a feltie that's been with me for a little while. Little Buckaroo!
May he find peace amongst the dutch tulips!!

School is done on Monday, thank goodness. Monday is also the day I show my film to the class. When you show your film to the class, the following things happen: fingers trembling with trepidation, load the projector, fiddle with the sound, roll it, short round of applause, the class talks about your film for a while without any of your input, then you get to talk about it, then you take some questions, then you sit your ass back down. Needless to say, all I'm feeling is fear... but that is normal.

I picked up some inks from Opus, along with a variety of super skinny paintbrushes and my very first real X-acto knife in preparation for the post production portion of my film. Opus is now one of my favorite establishments because they give student discounts. I love a solid business who knows the financial perils of the student. I finished a rough cut today and will spend the next few days doing some all-too-fine work under a magnifying glass.

My one paper for the term is complete, pathetic as it was. My lame math presentation is done, thanks to one super group member who thanklessly did most of the work. Once my film presentation is done, it's on to studying for three exams. I will be done the Fall 2010 semester on the 14th and will be flying home to chilly Canmore on the 17th! I'm fairly excited to have a home visit after an entire year. Hard to believe it's been so long!

In recent (as in 10 minutes ago) news, I have finally started assembling this giraffe for my friend Amanda to give to her boyfriend's cousin who is two years old! I just put these fantastic eyelashes on it, aaand I sort of had to share it ASAP. SNEAK PEAK.

Working with the minky fabric has been a little bittersweet. Although it is extremely soft, it has a bad bad habit of looking a little mangy at the seams, and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. It was probably a fabric made for more large scale things like baby blankets.... but it will have to do!!

State of the floor. I'm going to have fun vacuuming out all of the minky bits out of the shag. Not.

I'm really happy to be sewing again. I haven't finished anything since the Rainbow Owl. I've sold a couple of felties since then. I seem to be missing them a little more than I had expected. I guess every feltie I make has a little bit of my love stitched into it (corny much?!). Bahaha. Anyways. Life goes on. More felties come to life!

Back to felting I go!

I do plan to finish that VIFF review sometime...