The Year of Archetype: Day 15

You can't always be the nice guy in filmmaking. This is why directors usually hire someone else to do their dirty work, to hand out rejections, say Sorry in, usually, as nice a way as possible.

Unfortunately, in a small production, I invariably end up doing a lot of things I'm not supposed to. So I've made my casting decisions and am about to dispense them. For the people who didn't get the big parts, I sort of sheepishly offer them the consolation prize of playing a smaller part, though within that subset, only a few have lines, and some only appear onscreen for about two minutes in the whole movie.

I just envision these weird, will-never-happen scenarios, like a scene with Drake and an actor who read for Drake but didn't get it, and how they'll be trying to, like, out-act each other or something. You can clearly tell how much thought I've put into this.

I guess all of this is probably just a mental diversion because, with the cast yet again (prospectively) rounded out, this movie will be made. The eternal sloth in me translates that to I have to make this movie. It's just the way my diseased mind can't shake the lingering possibility of total failure at every possible turn. I hope I can shake that before I do any major groundwork building up to The Chronicle. Another bad habit - thinking more about the far future than the present.

A running theme of these blogs is working myself into a frenzy and then calming myself down, all in the space of a single post. Maybe I can just blame the blog, and how my little flourishes to try to sensationalize this, to sex it up a bit, could really be dragging me down. Or the opposite - making good on years-long attempts to believe in Catharsis.

Either way, here we are now: on the brink of a second All Systems Go for Arc. Then it's month-by-month, shot-by-shot until it's all on tape, then hunkering down for the long months of post. Just like it's always been, right?