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“Please join me in a moment of silence. The second plane has just struck the second tower.” -NY Mayor Michael Bloomberg

Is remembering reliving?

Is it inspiration or masochism to watch a movie like Robert Altman’s brilliantly acted (and interwoven) Short Cuts while editing your first short? Whichever, it’s a little late now, since the credits are running.

Problems getting the firewire hub to work meant I’ve had to log and capture all the footage in 10Gb batches, filling up the G4’s hard drive and then swapping the camera for the external drive. And since I only learned of Final Cut’s “Move Media” command today, I’ve been dragging all the media files to corresponding folders on the big drive. THIS means having to relink each media file through FCP, since the file location and path has changed. Extra needless work, lots of it. But I’m gaining a familiarity with the footage and the software that’ll speed along decisions over the next few days as we assemble the first sequences.

Rough schedule for the week:

Build sequences for the first half of the movie, including the airport, phone conversations, early driving scenes, and the gas station stop.

Purge a lot of media that doesn’t have a chance of making it into these sequences. Fill this disk space with more options for the middle and end sequences (the encounters in town, visit to the crater and the memorial).

By Thursday Assemble rough sequences and alternatives for these scenes, creating the first complete cut of the movie.

Go over these sequences with Jonah, doing real edits

Weekend: Status check and review full cut with Connie Walsh, another video artist and editor, with whom I met Saturday.

Also on tap: Meet with graphic designer for poster/photo, DVD, tape and press kit design.

In the mean time, Elliot Gould is trying to fool his cat by putting cheap cat food into the expensive can in The Long Goodbye. Sorry, but four hours of Altman a night is my limit.

Log log log log. It’s not making for much weblog weblog weblog weblog, though. After 1) a powerbook, 2) an external drive, 3) a new charger/AC cable for the camera, 4) a new Firewire connector for same, 5) a Firewire hub, 6) Final Cut Pro software, and 7) the FCP for Idiots manual, I’ve been logging in and capturing media (i.e., video and audio) at an increasingly rapid pace.

As of this evening, half the tapes have been done, taking up slightly less than half the space on my new hard drive. I’m much more selective of what gets captured from the third tape on, I notice; even though I log nearly every shot, I’m only taking the ones I really want to try using (emphasis on the really). That means there’s a huge pile of driving shots from the first tape I did that won’t get used. Live and learn. While the Mac captures video, I search for music on my PC. Thomas Tallis’ 40-part motet, Spem in Alium, is a candidate now; I wrote about it around the genesis of the project, and it was on exibit in NYC in November, when the script takes place.

Meeting with an editor/artist friend tomorrow to discuss next steps. Will keep the posting posted. Meeting with a branding friend Monday to discuss press kits, posters, video/DVD’s, website, etc.

FINALLY. It’s taken almost all week to get the system set up properly, but I started capturing and digitizing the tapes into Final Cut Pro. One thing after another: firewire 4- vs 6-pin, extensions for firewire hubs, replacement AC cable for the camera, the right hard drive (settled on the QPS M3, a truly portable 80Gb 7200rpm one).

In the mean time, there were taxes, joint brokerage account problems to deal with, and (happily) my wife’s birthday (now that she’s 16, I can openly call her my wife. And I won’t have to drive her everywhere anymore.). Jonah had an installation in a show that opened tonight, so I ran over to see it. Looks amazing. Reminds me (as does the footage I’m logging in) how attuned he is to light. Gotta get the next batch. seeya.

Has it been that long? Jet lag’s lasted longer than normal. Fall asleep during The Daily Show, up before NPR Morning Edition.

Jonah came back Sunday; picked him up at JFK (a very non-NYC thing to do, I know. Getting a car >> encroaching suburban mindset). He shot some more airport stuff on his own. He kept the camera through the weekend, partly because I had to carry back some precariously wrapped art I’d bought nearly two years ago from Chantal Crousel. Of course Chantal and Niklas were in NYC for the Armory Show. Alice gets back today; we’re meeting to go through all the shot logs, expenses, etc.

Been logging our rushes, generating time code lists which we’ll use to digitize the footage in a day or so. For audio, we mapped audio tracks to each take while on location. After we edit using the camera audio, we’ll go back and lay down synchronized MiniDisc audio just for those scenes that make the cut. Right now it takes me about 90 minutes to log a 60-minute tape. It could go a little faster if I could get time codes to show up on my monitor. Any Sony VX-1000 experts out there who can Bjorkfest, where I filled in my CD collection and listened to all her albums straight through. Here’s what I’ve found so far (in addition to the Morricone and Orozco songs mentioned below:

A couple of tracks on Debut

Visur Vatnsenda-Rosu, an Icelandic track not on any US album [will add links later]

Downtown, Bjork’s cover of Petula Clark’s classic (haven’t found it yet, but I want to hear it and see)

Ambient/trance tracks from Planet Soma’s Drone Zone stream on Shoutcast, like TUU’s Shiva Descending

Circular 1’s Drifting, and

DJ Food’s Kaleidescope

Purely for editing purposes, you understand (and to avoid driving Jonah crazy by camping out on his Mac), I thought I’d better cross the front lines myself and get a Mac. And a 100Gb external drive to walk the whole project around. Promptly seduced, I know own a G4 Titanium. I may never watch a DVD on my Thinkpad again. Oh, and I hate the new lamp-style iMac. Sorry.

Did I mention that Dodge, the main actor in the movie, was not, in fact, the main actor? I was at the airport in NYC, preparing to leave, and to meet Dodge the next morning at CDG, when he called from a military airbase. He’s been stuck in Afghanistan, held there by his various employers (CBS News, Discovery Channel, etc.) and the US military for (it turns out) the launch of Operation Anaconda in the mountains near the Pakistani border.

So, I ended up playing the American man in the movie, directing myself in the screenplay I wrote, based on an experience I had two years ago. Me, me, me, me, me. I think Greg has earned the right to talk about himself in the third person now. Besides, it’ll be good practice for the press junket.

I’m home and damn tired. And I carried this sculpture back on the plane; it’s been at the gallery in Paris for almost two years. It’s six feet tall. Good night.

France Location Day 2: We wove our way back to the gas station, the first place the main character stops for directions. Got lost on the way several times. No rain at all; a glorious sky, with deep, textured clouds like a huge softbox diffuser. You can’t buy clouds like that in LA (well, you can import them in post- now, I guess).

The Total station was more perfect than I remembered. It’s occasionally eerie; the degree to which aspects of this trip approximate my own experience, which is still so different in many ways from the script. The gas station owner readily agreed to the shoot and hit almost all his lines perfectly. What he changed, we can easily live with.

Headed into Paris, to the office of Sycomore Films, our local production partners and frequent lifesavers. Jonah rigged up a narrow plywood sheet with screws threaded in at various points; it’s now our camera mount and steadicam in one. Works perfectly in the car, espectially in combination zith the memory foam.

A quick lunch (well, quick for France, anyway), and we were on our way to pick up the Miniflow light kit, which throws just enough natural daylight to even out the exposure within the car. AND it plugs into the car’s cigarette lighter. All this time hit us, though, as we raced to get dialogue scenes done on the autoroute before the sun went down at 6:30. (Of course, Jonah kept shooting in the cloudy Magic Hour, which looked fantastic but doesn’t fit into the story at all; it’s supposed to be a single morning/afternoon, no dusk.)

Location Day 2 (actually; Day 1 in France): Things are off to a good start. NYC crew arrived a bit early, as did I, so we began shooting in Charles deGaulle immediately. The French crew (prod. exec. and sound engineer) arrived an hour or so later, by which time we’d covered everything that didn’t require dialogue/sound. Fred, the sound guy, got set up on a luggage cart (standard equipment on a shoot as faar as I’m concerned), and we were off. Got it done with no problem, really. CDG shoots so well, too; beautiful concrete, lots of reflections, very interesting.

Hit the road with the intention to shoot –in sequence zith the script, basically–the phone calls between the couple. Unfortunately, the Audi didn’t have the glass roof it was advertised with, so it was too dark to shoot inside, even in daylight. AND the camera was a bit unstable for dialogue, anyway. The memory foam pillow I’d brought to use as a car/hood mount proved invaluable for cushioning the camera, though, so we got great driving shots.

Oh, did I mention the rain? It started out blindingly sunny on Sunday morning, then turned to downpour for the rest of the day. We’ll have to work it into the story somehow; it’s supposed to rain all week. We’re staying in Albert at the Best Western; it’s a classic hotel box with stone facing and turrets all over–a prefab castle. We were the only guests on Sunday night(“Just like The Shining,” I told the nervous clerk.)

The landscape is tremendous; flat, featureless fields, slight rolling hills, narrow roads with large embankments blocking the view. There’s a banal easy sublimity/awe which is tempting but difficult to capture. And it can kill a film. Town after town, all with buildings from the Twenties and Forties. Once you know the styles, you can’t help noticing them everywhere. Everything dates to one of two distinct waves of (re)construction.

Early dinner and a night reworking the schedule to fix the light and vibration problems and to make it through the rain.

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I just got home from our first night of locations, here in NYC. First, thanks to everyone. It went extremely well, even if it took over twice as long as I’d originally planned. Some headaches/highlights:

I reserved the sound equipment without checking/confirming with the sound guy, Slane. Result: no XLR cables (we had to have them messengered down. 45 min. lost); half-charged battery on the Mini-Disc (run out for add’l batteries. 20 min lost); an annoying buzz from the Mini-Disc, which we finally traced to the AC power cable (thus, run only on batteries. 20 min lost, 2 takes reshot). The moral: confirm equipment with the experts; check equipment before leaving the rental house.

ConEd began tearing up the sidewalk and streets DIRECTLY in front of the location. Jackhammers and concrete saws right out the window. The entire time. We declared it authentic, changed some dialogue to incorporate 24/7 emergency workers in the neighborhood. All in all, a fortuitous crisis-turned-story-element.

Evanne, one of our saintlike hosts, was under the weather, but both she and Ed were so gracious. Check the movie to see shots of their sweeet loft. And then remember that they’ve had to live with 24/7 emergency/construction crews in their neighborhood for the last five months.

Rebecca was incredibly natural (she’s a singer, not an actor. at least until now.) and made the evening.

Preparation was enough to make quick decisions about how to get it all done, what to cut, when we got enough coverage, and how to improvise/add some real creative moments. That’s praise for Jonah (DP) and Alice (amazing producer expertise).

Dinner at Odeon, which somehow felt right. And it was empty. Nice.

‘Night. Gotta get up early to return the equipment, the van, and to screen/make adjustments for France.

This morning I was researching changes we may need to make to consent/release forms to enable us to shoot in France. I was reading through the WIPO site, when I searched across a memo written by an old friend and former roommate. He works at the MPAA, so in a sense, he’s the boss of the WIPO. If I didn’t know what a tough lawyer he is, I’d sing It’s a small world after all.

Oh, and I haven’t found any analysis of how a babelfish-based translation of a legal document holds up in EU courts. We may be the test case.

Yesterday’s B&H Photo haul (Total cost: around $400):

Sony MDR-7506 headphones

40 – DV tapes (added to the 20 on hand)

20 – 74-minute mini-discs for audio recording

After asking and studying both DAT and MD options, we’ve decided to use a combination of DV and Mini-Disc for audio, editing all on DV in Final Cut Pro and then laying down the superior MD audio on the final…cut. LAFCPUG’s review of the HHB MDP500 Portable MD recorder was the clincher; the HHB’s USB port helped close the deal.

And we’ll have two cameras (bonus!), my Sony VX1000 and a Sony PD-150, which is a couple of rungs up the evolutionary ladder. Two cameras should help speed along the driving shots, landscape shots, and maybe dialogue scenes as well.

Another way things have changed: I made the bed. Pulled the long, blonde hair off the charcoal wool blanket. It’s just like the one on the floor. On that Jil Sander coat over there. On the seat belt strap when I got into the car for the first time in a week. Ubiquitous little signals of a life shared. And now I think of them as potential sources of DNA. Such as those the families of the missing only wish they had more of. [NYTimes, full article requires purchase]