helpless romantic

As we sit in the editing room with our next short film, we look back at our last one:

A hopelessly romantic introvert is coerced by her friends into trying a dating app. What ensues are the mishaps of searching for true love on the interweb. Can a hopeless romantic thrive in the age of online dating?

Sweat, tears, joy and absolute exhilaration.
iHeart, we heart you still.
#MadeinNewYork #STFteam #DreamsComeTrue #RomCom #Romantic

a whisper

Going Down Short Film

This is us.
Artists, exhaustively keeping the dream alive.
Alive. A life.
We whisper, “This film has life.”

This is tremendous preparation.
This is sleepless nights, juggling balls in air (do not drop), taking the first step into mystery.

Light candles for the Creative Gods.
Say thanks every day.
Sun up or down, do something that scares the living shit outta you.
Thank your skilled Giants.

If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.
– Sir. Isaac Newton

see what happens next

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A: Five years, man.

B: I get it.

A: My longest job ever.

B: I’ve never stuck around anywhere for 5 years.

A: You see what I mean?

B: Yeah dude.

A: I’m feeling things.

A: There’s, like, space now. Inside.

B: Uh-huh.

A: Like. I don’t know what’s coming next. And that scares me.

B: Maybe you don’t have to.

A: Do what?

B: Do something.

A: Yeah. But. Nothing’ll come otherwise. I’ll be forgotten.

B [laughs]: Says who?

A: Me.

B [laughs]: Who’ll forget you?

A: Everyone.

B: No one remembers you now, dude!

A: Shuttup.

[B laughs]

B: Space is good, man. Don’t fill it just ‘cuz. See what happens next.

FADE OUT.

church

What is your church?

It’s weird when I have Time.
Real Time.
Honest-to-goodness space.
It’s like the day takes longer to work out.
“Work out,” God. It’s like I’m solving a math quiz.
I can’t switch off the active brain, the workhorse brain.
How about this: the day takes longer to evolve and take shape.
Suddenly space gives me Freedom.
Like, wha?
Freedom to choose (imagine that),
To choose what I want to do with myself, this moment, my purpose.
Yeah, those kinda thoughts.

Suddenly, sitting down with my dog is Acceptable.
Letting myself daze and doze off, is Inviting.
Kicking up my feet and chilling is the Norm.

What do you worship?
What do you spend most of your time/energy/resources on?
What God do you bow to?
Is it the God of work, television, working out, hanging out with friends, doing nothing?
Is it the God of negative thoughts, self-deprecating humor, desperation, competition?
What’s your church?

On days like this, it makes me think real thoughts. Important evolutionary ones.
I could get used to this…

God, help me!

Let go of the branch

A man was walking along a narrow path not paying much attention to where he was going. Suddenly, he slipped over the edge of a cliff. As he was falling, he grabbed the branch growing from the side of the cliff and hung on for dear life. After several moments, he realized that he couldn’t hang on for much longer so he cried out for help.

Man: Is anyone up there?

Voice: Yes, I’m here!

Man: Who’s that?

Voice: It’s God.

Man: God, help me!

Voice: Do you trust me?

Man: I trust you completely.

Voice: Good. Let go of the branch.

Man: What?!

Voice: I said, let go of the branch.

Man: (After a long a pause) Is anybody else up there?

why aren’t they flowin’?

FADE IN: two men on a bench.

A: She’s dumping me, man. I can’t fuckin’ believe it. I mean. Where did that come from? I thought we were going strong, you know.

B: I get it/

A: /Two fuckin’ years, man. No, over two fuckin’ years. Like, that’s. I mean, that’s like taking out a car loan and you’re almost done with the payments.

B: Yeah…(?)

A: I mean, a shitty car so the payments are quick, but you get what I’m sayin’. Fuck! I’m never going to do this again, I swear, I’m done.

B: Nah man, don’t say that.

A: No, really! I’m done. I’ve had it. My heart is closing shut from this point on. I feel it happening as we speak. Fuck that bitch.

B: How does that happen? Suddenly your ex-lady’s a bitch.

A: Yeah, she’s a fuckin’ bitch! What part of that do you don’t understand?! Don’t get me riled up, man.

B: It’s just, she had her reasons, man. If you loved her, you would understand.

A cringes like he’s attempting to weep.

A: The tears aren’t flowin’. They’re in there, I can feel them, they’re just not falling out. My heart is broken and closed, all at the same time.

B puts his arm around A.

A tries to weep.

A: Why aren’t my tears flowin’?

B: It’ll happen in its own time.

B holds A.

FADE OUT.

 

 

 

 

no days off

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Bob Marley was shot in his home just two days before he was set to headline a free concert to help unite the political factions in Jamaica. He was warned of more violence if he appeared on stage.

However, he refused to let the threats of violence or his poor health deter him, and ended up delivering an inspired performance before 80,000 of his countrymen—one of the most impactful shows of his career.

When asked why he still played the concert even after being shot and threatened, Bob explained, “The people who are trying to make this world worse aren’t taking a day off. So how can I?”
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Light Watkins