It's been a long while since I've gotten to bite my teeth into some cinematic testosterone, and it's starting to show. The more devoid my filmmaking life is of action scenes, the more badass trailer music I have to play to get through the day. And today, I think I listened to multiple hours of it. I am positively FAMISHED.
So what've I been up to? A lot of Pixar-esque animation, a Charlie Chaplin short, and some nonfiction edits to keep the lights on. Earlier tonight, I dug out a feature I never finished editing, and started sorting out a(nother) trailer for it, just to cut some good shots to great music. Unfortunately, it's a really old movie, and so it's not very good, period.
Besides, half the fun of a fight scene is developing one fresh and new, right there on set with actors and cameras. That's what it's all about. And of course, being part stuntman, getting the opportunity to also jump in and participate. In fact... yeah, I think that's what I want to do most of all. Because, honestly, it's really hard to stand back and watch other people go through the motions when you're bursting at the seams to do it yourself, and it just so happens that I'm also made for physical abuse. My mutant ability is to gracefully take inhuman damage, I guess, so I like to put it to use. All in the name of the movie.
I've got a lot of writing to do, and still a ton of animation to handle, but right now, all I can think about is kicking some serious butt and whacking big globs of slow-motion spit out the corners of peoples' mouths. Every time I look at my window, I wish I were smashing someone through it.
That's totally healthy, right?
Maybe I need to watch Die Hard tonight.
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