Freekstorm VFX Blog

Well it’s been a completely hectic few weeks over here at Camp Freek. Lots of brainstorming, planning, filming and yes, I’ll admit it, a teensy weensy bit of arguing.

This was IMPORTANT ARGUING though – genu-ine existential angst betwixt scriptwriter and director which took a few hours (or three) to sort out. Let’s just say our artistic visions...umm...kinda parted a little. We had a differing of opinions. A moot. A clash of wills. A parting of the (artistic) ways. An entirely measured and mature adult discussion about the future and mutual co-operation of our creative inputs.

Meanwhile, our tremendously patient actors got bored with the grownups acting like grotty kids and wandered off in search of milk and cookies, leaving the Freeky Entertainment Board of Directors to slug it out.

So after several hours the pecking order was resolved and the scriptwriter learned (the hard way) the difference between a scriptwriter’s script and a shooting script. I guess this is a new experience for me: being told what to do. I’m most excellent at giving orders but terrible at taking them. Let’s just say that the producer hat fits me better than the scriptwriting one!

Anyhoo, arguments aside, the movie is going splendidly. Filming is now complete, even if it is an essentially different movie than the one I originally wrote (subtle dig there) and even though the unpredictable weather meant that we had to re-write the start of the movie (can you believe it? He blamed the weather?! I ask you!) So I’m SURE it will be a much better movie because it we did it HIS way....after all, the Director’s Cut is always the best.

No egos bruised here. Nope. No egos at all. I’m just fine and dandy. Thank you for asking.

Incidentally, when we started Freekstorm, I do recall many kind-hearted folks promising me that making a movie with the family would be a wonderful, heart-warming experience, a way of creating lasting memories, strengthening family ties and deepening the bond of respect between all of us.

Oh yes indeed, they promised me a stress-free, warm ‘n’ fuzzy experience.

I have nothing to say to these people. Nothing that can be printed here, anyway.

Labels: Diabolus Domi, scriptwriting