The Eventual Release of a Thesis Film and Why It Took So Long

The entire film can be viewed here. Please watch the film before reading, SPOILERS AHEAD


back to the roots

It’s safe for me to say that the process of making your thesis film at a three-year graduate film program can be an exhausting and emotionally draining process. One might find themselves struggling for inspiration, approval, validation, and meaning while the pressure builds in the background. On the one hand, it is an educational institution offering a Master of Fine Arts degree. On the other, the program offers a student the chance to explore artistic and personal growth. To some, it can be a blast or just a goof—eye of the beholder situation. My thesis fell somewhere in the middle. I made it, the ride was wild, the final screening with all of my favorite people was incredible, and then I locked it in a safe and forgot about it. I guess the biggest question you might have is, why has it been sitting dormant for so long?

Let’s back up a little bit. In 2013, I entered my third year at Ohio University’s MFA Film program, and it was time to begin the thesis journey. Those three years taught me what kind of person I am and unlocked parts of me that I didn’t even know existed. I grew in ways I never would have imagined, made everlasting friendships, and found a second home in Athens, OH. Seriously, that place has a power that brings me to my knees every time I return. I also made an awful lot of mistakes in my time there, and I definitely have deep regrets. For a long time, I thought my thesis was one of those regrets. But I no longer find that to be true.

During the summer of 2013, I had been racking my brain trying to come up with something substantial for the script, knowing full well that my goal was to make a simple, linear, old-fashioned drama about a couple characters, sitting in rooms, talking, working out some shit. But I didn’t want to repeat mistakes of my previous films (my second-year project—directing a script written by a classmate—did not go well), nor did I want to walk away with a film I felt entirely lukewarm about. I had to dive into the deep end.

Since high school, I’ve tried to make compelling narrative dramas; I usually failed. In general, dramas tend to be my brand, though I’ve often hid behind gimmicks of surrealism or clever editing tricks to gloss over the lesser developed dramas I built in the past. But in doing so, my focus always seemed to lean toward developing the tone of the piece instead of the authenticity of the drama. Okay, got a handle on tone. Great. With this film, there wouldn’t be any room for sleight of hand or tricks—the drama would be king, and at the center of that drama is a symmetrical relationship between a child and their parents, and all of the odd asymmetry that those relationships also present.

deconstruction of the self

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I need to express definitively right now—this film is not me. It is not my story. However, my life exists within the bones of the entire film. The details, the expressions, the frustrations, the fears, they were born from a place deep within my own experiences. But I specifically abstained from “writing what I know” as the saying goes, instead opting to explore a type of story that I truthfully don’t know much about that required more imagination. I wasn’t interested in an autobiographical film.

Of course, my brain is a ball of messy emotions and furious memories, so what I interpret as a simple drama tends to morph into something else entirely. And despite every artist’s intentions, their life will rub off on their work like smudged fingerprints. As the summer came to a close, I had a bit or a revelation—the story I tried to tell in my first year and quickly abandoned because it was far too “ambitious” (it would have been a nightmare to shoot), needed a few simple adjustments and boom—Last Call, as if having blown in on a swift breeze, finally landed on my desk. My time at OU seemed to have found a perfect complimentary epilogue to the prologue of my first-year film A Year, a movie in which the protagonist learns to let go of the past that haunts her. Both films require a character to move on from traumatic events in their lives, and to this extent, they are my most personal works. So, how then are they not autobiographical? Well, I guess you could make the argument that they are. The story for A Year came from the lead actor, and Last Call came from a simple “what if” scenario. The gaps were filled in by me.

Have regrets? Bake a cake. A short film made at Ohio University as part of the first-year MFA Film curriculum. Sound and picture currently unfinished.

get to the point

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This leads to something I think about often—point of view.

I was recently reminded of a talk Jeff Nichols gave regarding a filmmaker’s point of view. Discovering one’s point of view is one of the most important lessons for a filmmaker to learn. He asked questions like what does the story mean to you? How do you relate to it? How do you feel about the characters? For example, every actor learns that finding those salt-of-the-earth truths about their character in every moment provides as much fuel for a scene as one could possibly need, and that goes equally for a filmmaker. Every moment requires a point of view.

I truly believe that having a point of view as a filmmaker is one of the most important skills to build, and this film required deeper introspection. Maybe it was another therapy session for me, working through my demons and insecurities, but I had something I needed to get out there, and at the time, this film just had to be the vessel for that expression. There’s a musicality to drama, and just like the music in the film, you never really know what surprises await you.

For whatever reason, I write women into the lead roles of the films I make. I can only count a small handful of times where this wasn’t the case. I’m not often interested in the struggles of men in terms of my own creations, and yet I’m obsessed with studying masculinity in society. Weird, right? Maybe it’s more fun for me to view the men in my stories through the lenses of the women closest to them or those whom they’ve hurt.

This film originally existed with the father as the protagonist, returning to his daughter after many years to rekindle a relationship with her before he runs out of time. We find out through a long conversation in a bar (which slowly transforms as they walk back through their memories) that he’s been given a very grave diagnosis, and knows his times is up. It just didn’t work as a short film from that point of view. But if the tables were turned, well, it just might work.

Here’s the skinny—I have never truly felt comfortable identifying as a man. In terms of gender, I can easily hide behind one of the many masks of masculinity, and I can talk the talk, but the simple truth is that what RW Connell refers to as hegemonic masculinity (look it up) exists at direct odds with the way I see myself and society at large (I was a sociology student at Kent State, surprise surprise).

It’s been interesting rediscovering this film after so many years. Working in the film industry, particularly in grip and electric, I don’t often get a chance to express myself in meaningful ways. The job creates pressure to conform to specific gender roles and specific gendered behaviors (“locker room” talk being an example). It’s clear that this film touches the elements of my gender queerness, but I don’t think I realized it until now. It makes me miss those parts of myself. So when I set out to find the cast for this film, I needed to find people who understood the paths, personalities, and goals of these characters. I needed to find people who made me feel comfortable and safe.

actors are my people

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When it came time to find the actor to play Olivia, the lead in the story, there was no question in my mind who should play her. My friend Caroline and I had made a number of films together during our college years, and it felt right to close out my time at OU with one of my most cherished collaborators. There was a trust and understanding between us that goes well beyond friendship and artistic similarities, and that made the entire process exponentially easier and rewarding. She carries the film with such grace and emotional clarity, and I’m so proud of her to this day. I could go on and on extolling her strengths, but all I have to say is that Caroline possesses a fiery passion, an emotional wholeness, and a willingness to communicate that is kind of rare in this world. FYI, she’s not a trained actor—she’s just got that special something that makes her great on screen. She didn’t bat an eye at the subject matter and approached every moment with honesty and integrity.

Aside from getting through the often bureaucratic-like maze of thesis film approval in the program, the next major hurdle was finding the story’s other lead, Andrew. On the recommendation of a friend, I sent Rick an e-mail about meeting over some coffee to talk about the script and the character. My process for casting is pretty unorthodox, which usually involves hanging out, having drinks (coffee or booze), and talking. I want to know the person, hear about their interests, their motivations, their fears, their regrets. I put mine out there, and I put them on the page, and I want to know that the other person is willing to go there with me, just like I’ll go there with them. I’ve always been an open book if someone asks, and I found another open book with Rick. We hail from the same town, so having our first meeting was like coming home both literally and figuratively. We met at a terrific coffee/gelato cafe (that’s no longer there, sadly). There was an immediate respect and comfort, and we had a fantastic conversation about film, art, music, life, and, again, regrets. Rick clearly felt a kinship to the character and brought a deep well of life experience to the role. What came out in front of the camera is undoubtedly genuine.

Though their parts were quite small in the film (one was ultimately cut for time), I have to point out Heidi Wilhelm as Elizabeth and Alex Nicosia as Jonathan. These actors are people I greatly admire, and I was desperate to find a place for them in a film. Heidi and I had been on plenty of sets together, and her energy always brought me joy, but I wanted to see her play something very quiet, subtle, and warm. She’s just got a warmth about her that seemed so perfect for Olivia’s mother—and she really brought it. For Alex, much like Heidi I was attracted to his warmth and compassion, and that’s exactly what his character needed to show Olivia. In the story, Jonathan is her rock, her foundational support. He’s also the person who convinces her to go on this journey of painful discovery, knowing full well it’s what she needs to do. Unfortunately, his scenes did get cut because of time constraints and pacing problems…it was becoming yet another short film that wants to be a feature, and that felt like failure on my part.

Heidi as Elizabeth, Olivia’s mother

Heidi as Elizabeth, Olivia’s mother

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Caroline in a deleted scene

Caroline in a deleted scene

Alex in a deleted scene

Alex in a deleted scene

And last but certainly not least is Lisa Bol, who plays Janet the Bartender. Lisa’s boundless talent radiates every time I see her perform, and she’s also an absolute treasure to be around. Again, I knew it was such a small role (that was eventually cut even smaller), but I had to have her in this movie. We’ve talked so many times about other projects we’d like to do together, but I need to gush about her for just one moment, so I’m going to say put Lisa in everything.

Lisa cracking everybody up during a take

Lisa cracking everybody up during a take

I’m extremely proud of the work every actor did on this film. Here’s something most don’t know about me—I love watching actors work. Absolutely adore it. I find them to be incredibly brave people for allowing themselves the freedom to express emotions in front of others. The world can be cruel, humble, kind, loving, disastrous, feeble, and tumultuous—actors get to describe all of that to us with their bodies and their voices. What they do fascinates and tickles me in a way that’s hard to describe. Every time we do a take, and talk some more, and do another take, I get as jazzed about the next one as they do. For me, film is about people and how they relate to each other. It’s about the symbolic interactionism between them, the looks in their eyes, and the breadth of feeling they can muster. The stories I tell, and the stories I enjoy consuming, are about everyday life, and all of the little moments we often forget that end up shaping us. Every image has an emotional quotient, just like every behavior, and the jigsaw puzzle of stringing these images together to create a tone, a mood, a world, a story, and characters gives me the jolt of life that I need to keep going.

I think there’s an alternate world where I’m an actor. Having acted in short films before, I did enjoy the adrenaline rush of performing in front of people and a camera. There was an element of catharsis in ever take, and perhaps that’s why I’m also compelled to make films. I’m constantly looking for something I can’t quite put my finger on, and filmmaking helps me contextualize and shape my view of the world and people around me.

production and the team

The gang getting ready for the day’s shoot. I love these people <3

The gang getting ready for the day’s shoot. I love these people <3

1st AC Jeremy Zerechak and 1st AD Emma Holman-Smith having some fun

1st AC Jeremy Zerechak and 1st AD Emma Holman-Smith having some fun

Sleepy times on set with Rick and Kyle

Sleepy times on set with Rick and Kyle

So, as production neared, the team assembled. We were a modest group of artists, technicians, rebels, and dreamers, but everyone worked extremely hard every day. Our shooting schedule was also quite modest with four ten-hour days, but we squeezed an absurd amount of content into each day. In particular, all of the scenes at the jazz club (of which several were cut from the film…actually, a lot of scenes and an entire character were cut) had to be shot in 1.5 days. Not only did we have two complete musical performances and three extensive dialogue scenes, but we also had dozens of extras to manage from scene to scene, which meant scheduling a lot of our content each day around which extras we needed and their various wardrobe changes. I have to give so much unbelievable credit to Emma Holman-Smith, Kyle Kruse, and Sara Swartout for finding all of these fantastic extras, organizing everything, and making sure that we had exactly what we needed at every moment. Looking back, it’s insane how much ground we covered in such a short amount of time.

the crew assembles

Everyone involved with the project deserves special recognition, but I want to remind everyone that Kyle Kruse is an incredible producer. He made everything happen without hesitation. He even provided amazing home-cooked meals for everyone on set and also reestablished a connection between the School of Film (or Film Division) and a local hotel in Athens whose bridge a previous student film shoot had burned severely (like, very severely). But Kyle convinced them to give us a shot, and we didn’t fail. I’m not sure what it was about Kyle that convinced me to sit down with him at a local diner and ask him to produce the film, but I’m so thankful that I did, because Kyle was committed to the project from that very conversation on.

Emma Holman-Smith managed my temperament as well as the film’s schedule and daily proceedings like a champ, even smacking some sense back into me when I had a little freakout. Story for another time. Your patience with me was invaluable, and your willingness to make the tight schedule work was beyond selfless.

Sara Swartout managed to fill a club with extras practically in her sleep. I honestly don’t know how she was able to assemble so many people willing to work on a movie so quickly, it was kind of astounding. She also landed band members for our little musical troupe in the film.

Michael Greene lit the movie beautifully and provided plenty of support and good humor. That’s putting it lightly, because he’s one of my favorite collaborators, and it’s hard to imagine doing this film without him.

Leo Sideras came through with a tremendous level of skill, patience, focus, and good vibes. Our sound design for this film became far more complicated than I had imagined, and he didn’t seem to sweat it once.

Jeremy Zerechak kept the camera department rolling smoothly and made me laugh pretty damn hard. Jeremy and I hit it off day one of our first year in the program, and I’ll always cherish our time watching movies, drinking at Jackie O’s, and talking about Full Metal Jacket. I just had to have him on the team.

Keelan O’Sullivan was our key grip, and he worked so swiftly with Michael on G&E, it was crazy how fast they were able to set up a scene. Keelan’s perspective is something I value tremendously, and his attitude on set made things so much better. He also stepped in to do other jobs he hadn’t signed up for, but guess what? He knew how to do them.

Tessa Louise McCall and Marina Bussandri came through big time pulling double duty on our production design and HMU requirements. These British gals really know their stuff, and they also brought such an air of cool to the set. Miss you both.

John Kerfoot stepped up to AC for us on a couple days, and that really put some pep in my step. Kerfoot, you’re a treasure, and I sincerely miss our conversations about film.

Jenny Tully, you came down to Athens to assist on a day of pick-ups, but you’ve done far, far more than that. You’ve given me such insanely generous support over the years, and you’ve helped shape who I am as a filmmaker.

Lindsay Adams and Matt Cook, thank you so much for stepping up to the task of script supervisors. I desperately needed someone attentive and focused to help me keep track of the script, the takes, the performances, and all of those pesky continuity details. You were both so wonderul.

it’s about the music

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There’s also the profound issue of requiring music to perform live on set. Go figure, I write scenes involving jazz musicians with the intention of recording live performances on set. To the rescue came Kevin Stokes, an extraordinarily talented composer and musician. After reaching out to a friend about finding composers, she came up with Kevin, and I thank my lucky stars every time I hear the music. Kevin and I had a chat about the film, and as if out of thin air, he had tracks ready for me to hear. It was uncanny how he did it.

Kevin playing live

Kevin playing live

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So here’s a fun story—Kevin was coming in from West Virginia, and by some miracle, we also managed to pull together a band for him to perform the songs live on stage, as well as in the studio. Our sound designer Leo Sideras, being the genius wunderkind he is, managed to help me get everybody together in a studio the very night before principle photography began to lay down the tracks that we would play back on set. Talk about anxiety—we’re on the eve of production, and we’re all in a recording studio mixing a couple songs with a band who only met that night. But this is how the entire shoot went; everything just sort of fell together when it needed to do so. Kevin, I am eternally grateful for what you gave to this project.

creative license, authorial rights, and representation

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SPOILERS

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So then, there’s the elephant in the room—how do I tell a story about a transgender character tracking down her absentee father, whom she hasn’t seen in many, many years, and have them hash out some deep-seated issues and catch up on years of questions? Well, as I found out, the trick is to just do it. Sit down, look each other in the eye, and get on with it. Olivia’s an enigma for the majority of the film, and that was mostly by design. I didn’t want Olivia’s truth as a transgender woman to feel like a shocking twist; it needed to feel as authentic as possible. It needed to become clear to the audience just as it does to Andrew, all of a sudden. I fought this every step of the way, thinking that we had to create her identity on screen first. But much like most people’s real identities, you will never truly know or understand it unless they want you to know it. I eventually realized that the only way this particular story was going to work was to engage completely with the idea of a twist. So, I made a difficult choice for the reveal—it would be a dramatic twist. There. I said it.

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I wrestled with this issue for a long time. The idea felt right, and it made for good drama in the narrative. But as the years have gone on, I’ve asked myself more and more whether I had any right to tell a transgender story, particularly in this way. I worried that the twist would feel cheap, like I hadn’t earned the right to dramatize this moment. I worried that I would offend people or that someone would accuse me of trivializing a monumental event in a person’s life. Sure, I do identify as part of the LGBTQIA community (surprise!), but I don’t know a trans narrative intimately. So, how could I tell this part of the story? The answer is simple—as truthfully as I possibly can. There’s no magic to it, just write a story that’s as honest and earnest as possible, do your research, and don’t take any moment for granted. Accept it all, nurture every beat, and let the actors do the work they signed up to do. The story will take care of itself. We can get into all kinds of conversations about representation on screen as well, and I welcome that., especially these days. This process was a learning experience for me, and I like to think I’m now far wiser (I really hope I am).

making it relatable

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Last Call is a story about a character finding the courage to face down one of their greatest fears; it’s a story about two characters reuniting after nearly fifteen years of absence, only to find out that neither is who the other thought they were; it’s a story about struggling to find meaning in the wake of tragedy. This film was a chance to put a lot of fears of my own to rest.

I often reflect on the way this crew managed all of the difficulties of our shoot, the difficulties of a director putting too much pressure on himself and the film, and the way all of them, in their own unique ways, supported the project. They gifted their time, patience, skills, points of view, and senses of humor to me for four incredible days, and I cannot be happier to have made such memories with them. I won’t drone on and on or wax poetic, but I will say that I love all of you, and I truly hope that you understand just how much your participation meant to me. We formed a bond that is pretty damn hard to break.

Finishing this film and finally sending it off into the ether feels an awful lot like Olivia and Andrew’s reconciliation—bittersweet.

Enjoy a few behind-the-scenes stills from the production, thank you for reading, thank you for watching, thank you for encouraging, and thank you for inspiring.

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Keelan O’Sullivan, oustanding key grip who can also sub in for sound like a pro

Keelan O’Sullivan, oustanding key grip who can also sub in for sound like a pro

Talking through a scene

Talking through a scene

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My favorite place to be on set—with the actors, working the material

My favorite place to be on set—with the actors, working the material

Three filmmakers doing what they love

Three filmmakers doing what they love

There's a First Time for Everything

UPDATE: The Wolf has now gone on to garner two Best Cinematography nominations and a Best Cinematography WIN from the 2020 Spring Grove International Film Festival in Minnesota. Pretty exciting!

I want to talk about validation. What does it mean to feel validated? Is it a selfish pursuit, or is it a genuine reward for putting in the extra effort? Who decides your validation, other people or your own ego? Hell, what about feelings of self worth?

Whoa whoa, let’s back up a bit. We’ll get to validation, but this is also a story about working on one of the most personally rewarding films of my life so far with some incredible people, a little film called The Wolf by M.r. Fitzgerald. I’ll start at the origin of my involvement in the project, which begins at Ohio University.

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Kristin Conrad as Collette

I made a lot of close friends at OU; these friends would become the bedrock of what I call a true community of filmmaking comrades. You know, the people you gladly go into battle with every day. One such person is my longtime partner Dylan—the one who’s been through it all with me, my ride-or-die, and also the gaffer on the film (she has a million skills). Another is the terrific writer-director of the film on display here, M.r. Fitzgerald, whose courage and verve cannot be understated.

As an introvert, this time at OU was murky new territory for me. To say my time there was tumultuous is an understatement, but it was also a surprisingly relaxed, freeing, and illuminating period for me. The adventures, the heartbreaks, the patter of my feet running along lush Appalachian trails—I lived an awful lot of life in my time there, and I was privileged to share it was some tremendously talented and beautiful people.

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I formed some everlasting working relationships with gifted artists who elevate my own work every time we come together. As a cinematographer, my job requires finding the optimal path toward accomplishing the filmmaker’s intentions for a film visually, aesthetically, and narratively, keeping a watchful eye on the edit and the integration of the lighting and camera into the production design. Much like a Russian tea doll, there are a dozen other jobs within the job like managing team expectations, maintaining set morale, being a chummy fellow, and occasionally helping the filmmaker out of their tunnel vision and anxiety—we all have to be a cheerleader at some point. But where does the cinematographer’s own point of view come into play?

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As we all progress in our careers and lives, there’s a first time for just about everything, including award nominations. This is something from which I have been mostly exempt aside from some pinewood derby trophies in cub scouts. Somewhere along the line, I decided that personal satisfaction in my own progress and accomplishments meant more than external praise. Eventually, discovering rollerblading helped me find my way out of trophy-seeking team sports with bad attitudes and into a more personal, introspective form of competition and athleticism—a competition with myself and my own fears. I was also a moody, sensitive, and highly empathetic teen, so I definitely needed that personal time.

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The falls, the bruises, the broken bones, and the relentless search for personal growth that I found in rollerblading invariably found its way into my filmmaking sensibilities, and it ultimately shaped the way I approach personal relationships and working relationships alike. I want to be aligned with people who possess similar goals and aspirations—people who want to build things that stand the test of time. I would be happy roughing it on shoot after shoot for the rest of my life if it meant always having the opportunity to learn something new about myself and to grow emotionally with the people I love; that moment after a difficult shoot, when everyone’s exhausted, and we all look around the group collectively thinking “yep, I’d do it all over again.”

Money works too. We all would like to be paid fairly for our efforts, skill, and years of training. But truthfully, the entire process is an emotional journey for me, both as a filmmaker and as a cinematographer.

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I connect to images on a deeply emotional level, and if I feel that the image doesn’t contain the appropriate “emotional quotient” for the moment, it’s discarded for one that works. Not sure if that phrase exists elsewhere, but I use it all the time, so we’ll roll with it. Pretty shots are for the birds. Give me the stuff that makes me feel what the character feels and I’m happy as a clam. It’s a ruthless effort at times, but I don’t believe in short-changing an image, a film, or an actor’s performance. They’re doing the heavy lifting and I have to keep up my end of the bargain.

It’s this emotional bond with the image that grounds my point of view. I want to experience what the characters experience, and I want to accurately reflect their ups and downs. For The Wolf, my goal was to ingest all of the long talks Fitzgerald and I had about who these people are, what they want, and the separate wells of trauma they have all experienced and distill all of it into a look, or a feeling—an ever-shifting and almost hallucinatory tone.

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The look became a "warm vs cold” battle in which all feels bleak and icy and hopeless, until a young, impressionable, and still quite innocent character arrives on the scene. Our protagonist, Collette, finds a rejuvenated hope and optimism, seeing herself in this young woman. The film is most definitely about the loss of control in one’s own life at the hands of others, but it’s also a story about redemption and the possibility of second chances. The road we all travel is a winding and often slippery one, but the people we choose to travel with opens all kinds of new doors and chances at redemption. The road can be dark and damning, but it can also be bright and hopeful—you choose.

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Interestingly, the recognition of one’s work as a cinematographer relies heavily on the film’s ability to find its way into the world, into theaters (or drive-ins), and into the minds of viewers willing to give it a shot. Your work, and the work of the teams who support you, remains to be seen until that movie sees the light of day. This means the filmmaker must pursue a relentless effort for festival acceptances (and ultimately festival rejections), potential sales of IP, and hopefully a final platform to help the film exist among the tsunami of content flowing from creators these days. This can be an almost insurmountable task sometimes, but out of sheer tenacity, this film and its respective filmmaker have found an audience, and I for one am excited.

The film was a serious trial-by-fire for Fitzgerald, and after a number of massive upsets leading up to principle photography, we weathered the storms and made it happen.

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Fast forward to 2020, the year that beat the snot out of most of us, and about a year after the completion of a little short film out of Ohio University, I find myself with an odd sense of validation and trepidation, much like these characters—my first Best Cinematography nomination arrived from the Oregon International Short Film Festival in Portland. I asked what this would mean for my future in filmmaking, or as a cinematographer, or just as a thinking, feeling, breathing person. Well, I suppose it means whatever I want it to mean. Nobody gets to define it for me, just like nobody gets to define Collette on her journey to rescue others.

Speaking of which, I want to briefly point out the tremendous work of actors Kristin Conrad, Tim Ashby, Marriane Murray, and Cecilia Rinaldi. You all brought a ferocious energy and a depth of humanity to the film, and it was a genuine pleasure to photograph all of it. Actors like you are one of the reasons I do what I do.

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This is a long, rambling blog post, but I’m convinced that those who set out on their filmmaking journey for recognition and accolades may find themselves chasing something they can never really taste or even understand—the journey'‘s about personal growth, discovery, and surviving the storm of filmmaking with your shipmates. But to be clear, the moment an organization recognizes your contribution to a film’s success, the feeling is undeniable and kind of overwhelming, especially after a year of feeling stagnant and a bit lost creatively. It’s like a jolt of new-found energy suddenly pumped into your veins that makes you feel like you really did contribute something worthwhile to the group’s endeavor.

I must say, I like it.

Another Haiku In Two Variations

It’s a discussion I have with a lot of other photographers and cinematographers—color or black and white?

What are the merits of each? Is one superior to the other in terms of mood, tone, mis-en-scene, or their inherent ability to tell a story visually? The short answer: of course not. The long answer: color complicates all matters dramatically.

When you think of the color blue (in its vaguest definition), what comes to mind? How about green? Red? What about burgundy or Prussian blue? What about all over the variations in hue across your exposure range? What do each of these colors signify in your scene, and how do they enhance your intentions as a filmmaker or photographer?

Sometimes you just get a gut feeling about an image and know that it should be captured in black and white; sometimes you get a strong feeling about a color and you cannot possibly let it go unseen that way. When it comes to some of my haiku, I do feel that some are better suited to one format or the other, but I also enjoy mixing them as seen in my test of the Panasonic GH5s. With this one, An Old Friend, my intention was black and white, but I couldn’t help processing a color version. The warm tones of the dormant foliage felt like a dynamic contrast to the season in which it was shot. What this means, I suppose, is up to the viewer.

Enjoy some more abstract oddities!

Because sometimes I like to do a color/b&w combo.


Something a little different for 2020

It’s been a while here at JC.net, so I thought I would begin 2020 by revamping the website, including my reels. This process can feel slow and even a bit agonizing to the uninitiated, but I think it’s truly important to examine one’s own work in depth; you’ll discover themes, motifs, patterns, and choices, whether unconscious or not. I’m certainly learning plenty about myself while compiling new reels!

I’m also beginning to think differently about the “reel” itself. What does it mean to create a demo of one’s work from such a highly collaborative medium, and who is the target audience for said reel? I have seen my fair share of reels, and I know full well that unless someone is WILDLY interested, most viewers won’t continue past a few shots, or maybe even thirty seconds. There has to be a way to stir up interest…

I’ll have a new format here at the site in a little while as well as updated information (fun new things happening in 2020), but for now, I’ll leave a few brief teasers here with work that I have shot and colored. Enjoy.

New content coming in 2020! Stay tuned!

Returning to Blackmagic Design with Open Arms

It's been many a blue moon since I've shot something on a BMD camera system. RED cameras dominate most of my cinematography, but I have been endlessly curious about BMD's Ursa line for some time.

Well, I'm finally sinking my teeth into the nuts and bolts of what makes an Ursa Mini 4K tick, and I must say, despite some of the tried-and-true BMD technical foibles persisting, I can say that the Ursa Mini is a well-designed, intuitively-buttoned, ergonomic, and visually pleasing camera.

I won't go into any technical mumbo-jumbo about the sensor specs or LUTs or dynamic range, because I honestly don't care about any of that stuff beyond the basics, and those basics inform my knowledge of the camera's limitations. From that point, it's smooth sailing with Blackmagic Design.

As a sidenote, this little edit was composed entirely in Davinci Resolve Studio. Given the financial demands of Creative Cloud services and Resolve's recent MASSIVE price drop (not to mention the inclusion of Fairlight audio suite), I'd say there's a new editor on the playground looking to knock down the big guys.

Enjoy,

JC

Coloring the Proof of Concept: A Film's Plea for Relevance

This weekend, I began the coloring and mastering process for the proof-of-concept portion of the feature I'm shooting, tentatively called "Huckleberry." This production began last October and will continue into August and then October of this year (fingers crossed). To many, this is the production that never ends! Or The Great Race! Or How Many Punches Can One Take? Reflecting on the project sparked a lot of questions about the future of filmmaking, a film's social, cultural, and financial relevance, and the people masochistic enough to take the journey.

I'll tell it truthfully and say this has indeed been a generally confusing ride. This is the first time I've shot a film this way, with so many variables completely up in the air (including the budget). More and more projects I sign onto function this way, and the trend grows across all budget ranges in cinema. Even studio productions have not been, historically, safe from hiatus, postponement, or even a complete shutdown after weeks or months of production. It seems that the film industry, self-conscious as ever, will see yet another production methodology overhaul in dramatic attempts to stay relevant to the public as well as tap new sources of capital--like making "fans" pay the bills via crowd-based fundraisers. It's new territory based on tried-and-true investment-seeking methods from the past, but with risky twists.

The question on the minds of workers in low to micro-budget filmmaking--how secure is my job? Any freelancer understands the sheer terror of finding those next couple of "gigs" to make ends meet every month. But the problem compounds when larger-scale productions (such as features) stretch over multiple shoots, over multiple months, or even multiple years in some cases. These aren't weekend photo shoots--these are complex, messy, overlong, and grueling film shoots with killer deadlines and no monetary room for error. Even the coffee tends to suffer.

Many stories have been told about maverick filmmakers getting their start every weekend with their friends, when they saved enough money to rent a camera and buy/process some film. You know, back in the early 60s and again in the 90s. It would seem that either the equally "maverick" investors pushing in their chips on young talent have disappeared or moved on to other things. Perhaps cinema's place in high art no longer exists? Many might argue that the ballooning of the studio system has something to do with that. Do investors still exist today, and how can younger generations of filmmakers reach them? Well, I think all of these questions leap ahead of something urgent--a film's relevance.

Films can be made anywhere and any time, as long as the ingredients are right and the story is worth telling, but how does one determine the value of each project? Is your film worth the arduous process of making? Is it worth fighting tooth-and-nail for distribution and exhibition? In the end, I suppose it's best to keep the pedal to the metal and continue down that old dirt road so many others have traveled before you. Because, hey, you never know who might be looking for your project.

Alone In the Snow

   

Blue waves behind the 

black trees, hints of

amber and magenta

strike a chord with 

my heart.

Beneath the frozen 

crunch of earth, my feet

carry a weary body to the

perimeter--snow blankets

fall in slow motion.

This is how it felt to walk among the trees and rivers this morning as the sun rose and the snow fell.

*All images are pano stitches (7.5K originals)

Nightcrawling

Sometimes, the post-production life throws a couple of wrenches into your gears of operation (like ghosting 1-3TB of data from multiple drives and creating backups). As a fellow editor once said, you can get all kinds of things done in the meantime--laundry, coffee consumption, nap time, etc.

Instead, I chose to wander outside into the freezing rain-snow mix whipping about in the wind for a couple of shots.

"Starburst and the Creeping Caddy" might make for a nice rock duo name.

Living In a Fog

There's something a lot of people from the Midwest understand well--the winter blues.

The blues have hit me in a big way lately as our environment oscillates between winter and a disturbingly early Spring. The idea of shooting in the same locations over and over on dreary, dull, overcast, and melancholy days sends shivers up the spines of most photographers, myself included. Your brain darts into the very deepest crevices to come up with an image or a location--a rock that hasn't been overturned. The perpetual gray certainly doesn't help.

Despite the anxiety of not finding a damn thing to shoot, I managed to snag a couple of shots this evening. The clouds rolled back in, and I made my way back home, only to discover the most breathtaking sunset had appeared. Typical winter-blues luck. I should probably learn to plan ahead for my photography instead of "wingin' it."

Enjoy

 

An Ursa Mini In the Family

After the New Year, Dylan and I took a little trip out to Radar hill to play around with Dylan's new friend, the Blackmagic Ursa Mini.

Footage will come along, but for now, enjoy a few stills!

A Cinematographer Plays "Uncharted 4: A Thief's End"

Video games represent a medium rife with storytelling potential. From puzzlers to RPGs to the action-adventure genre, developers employ some of the most creative and thoughtful artists in the entertainment industry, and their work now soars to new heights with increasing technologies.

As a filmmaker and cinematographer, I frequently marvel at the levels of detail, complexity (or simplicity), and sheer beauty of game after game, taking great pleasure in the artistry and mechanical design. A certain developer has kept my attention for many years now--Naughty Dog.

Naughty Dog's ability to blend the conventions of gaming and cinema into one cohesive, interactive experience takes my breath away every time. From the rollicking tongue-in-cheek Uncharted series to their heartbreaking and dire The Last of Us, this developer demonstrates a new avenue for cinema-game crossover that excites me more than just about anything right now.

Their mantra is pretty simple--tell a great story. Starting from the very best foundations--an excellent script and flesh-and-blood characters--their skillfully crafted gameplay mechanics and stunningly realized environments have given me some of my most memorable gaming experiences. The reason? Empathy. The greatest games, in my opinion, are the ones that allow me to empathize with characters, no matter what type of game it is. Naughty Dog games play like an interactive movie and provide very linear narratives, which does rub some gamers the wrong way, but for a filmmaker, this is all I want right now, especially while independent cinema struggles to thrive in an industry bloated by corporate shills and awful writing and editing battles behind closed doors.

With that in mind, I present a photo collection taken with Naughty Dog's in-game Photo Mode--from the point of view of a cinematographer (with a little help from Photoshop).

Enjoy

The Super Moon That Never Was

A Super Moon came and went, and as usual, murky Ohio weather decided to veil its rise from me.

However, I did manage to snag a few pleasant shots before it went. Not as impressive as I had hoped for, but hey, I can say I saw it.

Cats and Moody Portraits

Hurricane Matthew rips along the eastern coast. Donald Trump continues to insult/assault women as well as the rest of the US. Putin's face goes up on the Manhattan bridge.

Meanwhile, I'm shooting photos of friends at Stan Hywet gardens in Akron, Ohio and playful, adventurous kittens. Perspective proves a rather fickle thing, doesn't it?

Enjoy some photos, everyone.

Dylan welcomes a new companion, Mad Francis!

A Brief Trip to NYC

What is there to say about New York City that hasn't already been put into a great song or film or book? Something can, however, be said of a twenty nine year-old filmmaker who has never seen the Big Apple in person, sure. The city's influence pulsed through my Midwestern veins long before my arrival, and I suppose it was only a matter of time before it would swallow me whole.

That time has not come. But it may be on the horizon. My partner Dylan and I made our way to the city for an easy-breezy corporate gig with a good friend and fellow DP, and along the way sights were seen, many smells were smelled (at times to great chagrin), and a wonderful gluten-free coconut donut was consumed. My belly and mind settled quite nicely.

Along the way, I snapped a few photos. Not nearly as many as I would have liked, but the memories linger like the taste of a first kiss.

Enjoy.

Gloomy Radio City

Central Park

Showdown

Improvised photo shoot

Flipping some hair

Elite

A hard exterior melted moments later by tacos and margaritas

Corn Fields, Soybean Fields, and Anxiety: Making a Feature Film in Tyler, MN

A mischievous, bordering on masochistic pleasure exists in making ultra-low budget feature films, and those involved have to be out of their gourd in one way or another. A 12-hour-a-day circus of artists, technicians, and anxious producers playing tag on walkie-talkies only to manufacture realities or surrealities (or fail completely). Objectivity and subjectivity blend in what will hopefully appear a fully human experience on screen, but with a twist of tone and affect. This is our job.

Typical Minnesota clouds

What 50% of southern Minnesota looks like. The other half is corn.

Working on location throws curve balls. This particular shoot rendered flies. Lots and lots of flies. Jesus, is SW Minnesota full of flies! There's nothing quite like being stuck in a 1970s Winnebago minus air conditioning plus horse flies. Combining that with the body heat and anxiety of five to eight people, you've got yourself a mental-breakdown cocktail. We all felt a little like this, I'm sure:

She gets it

Well, this shoot served up a full platter of Holy Crap with a healthy side of shenanigans. From drunken karaoke at a Danish folk school to filming at the infamous Corn Palace of South Dakota, not a dull day was to be had on the production of Hap and Ashley (working title, wink wink). As an Assistant Camera, opportunities to pull the ole DSLR rarely surface, but the ever-ready iPhone, to my chagrin, has made quite the b-camera (see Instagram feed for proof). This trip has solidified three things in my brain—firstly, that I need to invest in a laptop; secondly, that media, photography, and self marketing really are changing form; thirdly, that for someone who haphazardly blossomed in the beginning of the internet age and for a brief time basically lived digitally, I am surprisingly out of touch with how to present material to a wider audience. How I do the Instagram? How I put pretty picture in front of face? Hello? Anyone out there? It's dark in here!

The scorpion's tail ready to strike

These are only some of the thoughts on the mind of an AC while on duty. Other thoughts include: "I wonder if they know the director fell asleep," "don't blow the focus, moron," "they want me to mount the camera WHERE," "you know, managing a grocery isn't so bad," and "fuck it." 

The UPM chomps on the moon

So really what I'm trying to say is that filmmaking on this scale blows the pants off of most "traditional" employments and truly must be seen to be believed. 

Now, I present a series of photos shot on the periphery of production. If you try really hard, you can imagine the sort of tomfoolery happening somewhere outside of each frame.

Our heartthrob grip-extraordinaire in dreamy 8mm

The gate of hell

Creepy Danish folk school

The man, the myth, the AD

Fearless leader and a tree

The moon rises over Tyler

The elusive Rainbow Spout

Rabbit

Modern fisherman

Bad moon hiding

Locations and PA dance under the stars

Now, I'm not saying it was aliens, but...

Fort Belmont...and flowers

Locations manager on the job

The DP and key grip discuss the finer things, like animal crackers

Second AC rethinking her life decisions

Dylan exploring

Dylan Looks at Things: A Series

Despair

Despair in black and white

Sleepy time

Survived another one.

Turtles and Herons

As I prepare for a rip-roarin' good time in Minnesota working a new feature film (OU REPRESENT), I thought I'd take a little slice out of today to wander with the ole camera.

Dawdled out to a local pond to find a collection of rad turtles sunning themselves and a heron picking around for some fish. I also appear to be trapped in a monochrome world lately.

Enjoy!

Back to Nature

I won't yammer on like some early American naturalist or transcendentalist writer, extolling the virtues of "returning to nature" or studying oneself in relation to an environment. But there's always a reward for exploring forests and woodlands to me, especially in the beginning of the summer.

What one assumes may be quiet--or absent the clamoring and bumbling of human commotion--ends up a chirping, singing, croaking melody (or dissonance to the grumpy).

A few snaps from my walks today:

Green Fields and Hoop Dreams

I spent some time this afternoon scouting around locally for inspiration, spaces, maybe a sense of awe and wonder. Perhaps as a way to explore the spatial elements of this new film project, or perhaps just to take a look at what really surrounds me on a daily basis.

I came away with green fields, perilous clouds, and hoop dreams long forgotten.