Wow. Looking back, you might say Harold Ramis was a huge part of my formative years.
One of the first movies I ever saw as a child was “Animal House.” (Yes, at the tender age of 7, my parents took me and my siblings to see an R-rated film full of naked boobies and the F-word).
When I was a teenager, “Ghostbusters” was the first film I recall watching in the theater twice. Saw it a second time the day after the first. And like many of my generation, I can (and often do) quote “Caddyshack,” Stripes,” “Meatballs,” and “Vacation” with reckless abandon.
What his later works like “Groundhog Day” and “Analyze This” lacked in the zaniness of prior works, they definitely made up for it in their more “adult” wit and intelligence.
It’s sad that he is gone, but he left a wonderful legacy in the world of comedy.
So long. I suppose it’s OK to cross the streams, now. (The moose out front shoulda told ya).
There were a lot of good films in this category this year – seems like some of the best in the last few years. I entered two films – “Bel Damme,” about the horrors of sleep disorders, and “Against the Grain,” about a killer and his tool. I like “Bel Damme” a lot, and for a lot of reasons. Mainly, it was the first film I had done since “The Next” in 2010 that wasn’t for a timed competition (e.g. The 24-Hour Film Festival). I didn’t have to worry about including a compulsory line of dialog or prop or character or location or anything like that. My story. My elements. My movie. With the acting talents of Randy and Carrie Thompson, the makeup talents of Ash Mac, and my new-found (and still finding) skills in After Effects, I was able to take the script I had written a year and a half ago and bring it to life, far better than I had originally imagined it. When it was finished, I knew it was one of the best films I had done. Tight script, good acting, decent effects (again, still learning), and a couple of really good scares.
The week after we shot “Bel Damme,” I got Randy and Carrie together again to work on another little film idea I’d written a couple of years ago. It was a fun idea, but could easily have been sort of a “throwaway.” Basically a monolog by a serial killer, pontificating about his favorite killing tool – a Stanley wood plane. With a very few tweaks to the script and the securing of Carrie’s parents’ garage/work shed, we planned the shoot. The original plan was to shoot it traditionally, with multiple takes and camera angles and cutaways. Turns out that Randy knew his lines so well that he could pretty much do it all in one take. I could just slowly move the camera from his face to his hands and the tool and back while he would go on. After a few takes of being pretty much exactly how I had imagined it being, I had a bit of an epiphany. I said, “How about this? Think Alton Brown (the Food Network’s “Good Eats”) while you’re telling this person how you’re going to kill them with this tool. Basically like a TV chef explaining how to carve the Thanksgiving turkey. Well, Randy had never seen Alton Brown, so my girlfriend Laura pulled up a clip on her iPhone to give Randy an idea. After seeing a few seconds of it, he said, “OK. I think I got it.”
The next take was magnificent. And the next, even better. That little tweak made a huge difference from being just a little creepy, to being rather terrifying – this guy was REALLY into his work, and there is nothing you can do to stop him from enjoying it.
All in all, the script being so short, shooting in basically one take, and Randy knowing his lines so well, the shoot took a little over 3 and a half hours, including set up and takedown of equipment. In no time, we were wrapped and eating dinner. Overall, the investment was 4 hours of shooting time, dinner for four, and gas from Knoxville to Maryville and back. The return? Awards for Best Regional Film and Audience Favorite at the 2013 Knoxville Horror Film Festival.
And even more rewarding was the number of people I overheard talking about “Against the Grain” during the festival. Not just after it screened, but after the first block of films, at the end of the first night of the festival at the bar as people were tabbing out, and even the next night in the theater lobby after the main feature. It really seems to have stuck with people.
One room, one speaking role, straight monolog, no effects, no costumes … simple. creepy. fun.