On winning and losing
This year Luis and I pulled together a team for the 48 Hour Film Project.
He and I had been parts of another team for the past three years, but we always felt we could summon the collective might of our friends and make the movie always lingering in our minds.
So we did. Pierce from Columbia, Ren from LA, Forrest from Doucheville, Nathan from SmokedatShitistan and others gathered this year for 48 hours of mayhem. How did we do? Allow me to illustrate.
That’s us freaking out at the rough edit. Joy, love, hugs, boners and so on. Smug superiority doesn’t come close to how Luis and I approached our screening night. We had been through this before and this time we were bringing with us a product capable of crushing the competition. As we predicted, it wasn’t even close.
But we didn’t make the top 5 Jacksonville films. I’m not fully self-aware enough yet to truly say why. It’s always easy to blame the judges or the moon phases or the judges being absolute cocks or small mindedness, or the judges being blind, rabid quasi-intellectuals with training diapers and meth addictions, but we remain an also-ran team. Le sigh.
What I do know is that 16 people crowded into our house one weekend to make a movie. What we all left with was one the sort of time that sure as shit makes a top 5 list for each and every one of us.
Go, team boner tears!