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First Things First

(cross-posted in my other blog, too, so you only need read one)

It's been 2 years since my first movie. And I haven't really looked back. But something that my mom said to me the other day made me take pause and look back at my first movie, "Air Check." She said "I really liked your first movie" (seems simple enough, huh?). When I countered that the new camera was so much better than the camera I used on that one, she said "Yes, but the view (perspective) in that was so unique that the camera didn't matter."

Now, I am fully aware that she's my mom. So praise flows forth a little easier from her, but as I dug out the MPEG file for "Air Check" I realized what a pivotal piece (or would it be pioneering?) this was for me.

I shot the film using a Fuji Finepix A205. It's a 2 MP camera that took digital video in 20 second clips. When all was said and done, I had 30 minutes of unedited 'footage' to use. This was over 90 individual clips. All of these clips had no sound. This made editing a little weird. When I edit now, the sounds and dialog really kind of help me get the pacing for the piece. This had none of that, making it more of a daunting first project, but the beauty was-since it was my first real film, I didn't know it was a daunting task. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss.

I can name about 20 things wrong with this piece (but I won't). There are things that I know now that I didn't know then, but again, I didn't know that I didn't know them-so it didn't matter. These little things, tricks of the trade if you will, are probably what kept the piece from any of the festivals I entered (and I'm OK with that).

All that being said-I still like the piece. It's true, genuine, a tad naive. And it's me. I pretty much just laid my ramblings out there for everyone to see. It's raw. It's frustration, angst, and hope. At least that's my take on it (you might have a completely different spin on it when you watch it, though, so don't pay too much attention to what I've said about it).

If anything it is my proof, right out of the gate, that the equipment really is secondary....as long as you remain faithful to the story you're trying to tell.

Anyway-here it is. The file format is MPEG2 (.MPG). Windows Media Player 10 should play it. If not. let me know and I'll see if I can point you in the direction of a viewer that will play it. It's about 127MB in size, so I'd definitely recommend doing the 'ole "Right Click, Save Target As" dealio.



Enjoy,

Todd

Air Check (127MB)

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