I need to quit my job. Yep, so-- well actually before getting into that— towards my end working at FilmInk I met-- Lauren Simpson.
And so this really rare and genuine friendship evolved out of FilmInk. It was always my intention to start my own company, since high school really. Something always rung true in me, that I needed a small team of people to really make something great. It was just this intuition, this feeling. Maybe it was growing up and always wanting to be one of The Goonies [laughs] I just felt like I needed my own kind of Goonies.
And how that all started, you know?
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A small group of friends, you know? Like minded and everything, and how they started small and humble and are as big and successful as they are today. So, upon meeting someone like Lauren, who prior to working at FilmInk, studied film to be a producer -- everything from that point on happened naturally. When it comes to this kind of career in film, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. The right people came into our life and the most amazing thing, including the support that I have from Carol, my wife, is that no matter how tough things can get, each of us hold each other up.
So, while we may not have the budget or the money to achieve things, we have the passion and the knowhow. The biggest challenge is always money but we are quite resourceful together. It got me really thinking. I have a big love affair with the old, golden age of Hollywood, you know?
So that kind of inspired me to make a short where we follow a girl, new to the city and in love with all the sights and sounds around her and everything. But I wanted to be a bit romantic with it all and everything. The funny thing was that none of that was actually scripted [laughs]. We had an idea, Sydney permits to film and fabulous actors that loved the idea.
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We met prior to the shoot and went over their motivations and direction. We shot it in two nights and while driving hectically to the city locations, I was in the backseat of the car storyboarding every scene because it was all in my head and it easier and quicker than anything else. There were things that happened on that short film, that was an opportunity we just ran with. Being at the right place at the right time. At the location the actors were ready to go as soon as the fireworks went up, it was just a million bucks!
It really was. It was as skeleton crew-- as bare bones as you could think, and I needed to shoot and direct. And then, yeah, just working closely with a really good soundie, Liam Moses, who just knew exactly what we were going for. And I just trusted him as well as our composer Nick Harriott to create this really sweet, ninety second short film that then ended up winning the competition and sending us to LA!.
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It was an amazing experience! For one of my earliest short films to win anything was already kind of humbling and mind blowing. But then, not only that, but for it to send us to LA and to have the film mixed in not only Dolby Atmos but also Dolby Vision? That was amazing! Eve's eyes had by this time run over the carelessly-written, sprawling page of the letter, and her face flushed up crimson as she said, "I really do wish Jerrem would give over all this silly nonsense.
He has no business to write in this way to me. Eve, who was only too glad that poor Joan's ignorance prevented her reading the exaggerated rhodomontade of penitence and despair with which the paper was filled, ignored the first question. He knaws how things has got abroad afore, nobody could tell how, and yet, 'cos he's axed, he can't keep a quiet tongue in his head.
Why, to see un elsewheres you'd say he'd stored up his wits to Polperro, and left 'em here till he gets back agen; and that's how 'tis he ferrets out the things he does, 'cos nobody minds un nor pays no heed to un; and if he does by chance come creepin' up or stand anigh, ''Tis only poor foolish Jonathan,' they says. The sun which came streaming in through the windows next morning seemed the herald of coming joy. Eve was the first to be awakened, and she soon aroused Joan.
That done with, the house had to be fresh put in order, while Joan applied herself to the making of various pies and pastries; "For, you see," she said, "if they won't all of 'em be just ready for a jollification this time, and no mistake! It was true she still always avoided the sight of a drunken man and ran away from a fight, but this was more because her feelings were outraged at these sights than because her sense of right and wrong was any longer shocked at the vices which led to them. I knaw 'tis there, but I niver wants to turn my eyes that way, 'ceptin' 'tis to look at somethin' 'pon it.
Iss, I 'spects 'twill be wait 'fore my turn comes to be in a town for long.
Awh, but I should just like to go to London, though," she added: "wouldn't I just come back ginteel! Eve followed, and the two walked together down Lansallos street, at the corner of which they parted—Joan to go to Mrs. Taprail's, and Eve along by the Warren toward Talland, for, although she had not told her intention to Joan, she had made up her mind to walk on to where she could get sight of Talland Bay.
She was just in that state of hope and fear when inaction becomes positive pain, and relief is only felt while in pursuit of an object which entails some degree of bodily movement. Joan had so laughed at her fears for the Lottery that to a great extent her anxiety had subsided; and everybody else seemed so certain that with Adam's caution and foresight nothing could possibly happen to them that to doubt their safety seemed to doubt his wisdom.
During this last voyage Adam had had a considerable rise in the opinions of the Polperro folk: they would not admit it too openly, but in discussions between twos and threes it was acknowledged that "Adam had took the measure o' they new revenoo-chaps from the fust, and said they was a cunnin', desateful lot, and not to be dealt with no ways;" and Eve, knowing the opposition he had had to undergo, felt a just pride that they were forced into seeing that his fears had some ground and that his advice was worth following out.
Once past the houses, she determined no longer to linger, but walk on as briskly as possible; and this was the more advisable because the day was a true April one: sharp showers of mingled hail and rain had succeeded the sun, which now again was shining out with dazzling brightness. The sea was green and rippled over with short dancing waves, across which ran long slanting shadows of a bright violet hue, reflected from the sun and sky; but by the time Eve reached a jutting stone which served as a landmark all this was vanishing, and, turning, she saw coming up a swift creeping shadow which drew behind it a misty veil that covered up both sea and sky and blotted them from view.
Down came the rain, and with it such a gust of wind that, stumbling up the bit of cliff on which the stone stood, Eve was almost bent double. Somebody was here already, and, shaking back her hood to see who her companion in distress might be, she uttered a sharp scream of horror, for the man who stood before her was no other than Reuben May. Eve tried to speak, but the sudden fright of his unexpected presence seemed to have dried up her throat and tongue and taken away all power of utterance.
Eve's color rose, and Reuben, thinking it might be anger, said, "Don't make any mistake, Eve: I haven't come to speak about myself. All that's past and over, and God only knows why I ever got such folly into my head;" and Reuben thought himself perfectly sincere in making this statement, for he had talked himself into the belief that this journey was undertaken from the sole desire to carry out his trust.
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Eve hesitated: then she said, "There is no need for me to answer you, Reuben, because I can see that somebody already has been talking about them to you—haven't they? You speak of your father, but think of your mother, Eve—think if she could rise up before you could you ask her blessing on what you're going to do?
Eve's face quivered with emotion, and Reuben, seizing his advantage, continued: "Perhaps you think I'm saying this because I'm wanting you for myself, but, as God will judge us, 'tisn't that that's making me speak, Eve;" and he held out his hand toward her. Isn't he stealing just the same? So men have a right to smuggle, have they? I should just like this cousin of yours to give me half an hour of his company to argue out that matter in.
Reuben did not speak. He stood and for a few moments looked fixedly at her: then he turned away and hid his face in his hands. The sudden change from anger to sorrow came upon Eve unexpectedly: anything like a display of emotion was so foreign to Reuben that she could not help being affected by it, and after a minute's struggle with herself she laid her hand on his arm, saying gently, "Reuben, don't let me think you've come all this long way only to quarrel and say bitter things to me: let me believe 'tis as you said—because you weren't satisfied, and felt, for mother's sake, you wanted to be a friend to me still.
I feel now as if I ought to have told you when I wrote that I was going to marry my cousin Adam, but I didn't do it because I thought you'd write to me, and then 'twould be easier to speak; and when you didn't take no notice I thought you meant to let me go altogether, and I can't tell you how hurt I felt. I couldn't help saying to myself over and over again though I was so angry with you I didn't know what to do , 'I shall never have another such friend as Reuben—never. Eve's words had their effect, and when Reuben turned his pale face to her again his whole mood was softened.
I'm sure if you knew them you'd like them: you couldn't help it—more particularly Joan and Adam, if you once saw those two. It wouldn't seem so very strange, being your friend—for that's all I claim to be—going there to see you, would it? You wouldn't begin arguing with them, would you? Reuben shook his head. Then with a sudden impulse, he said, "And have you really given all your love to this man, Eve? Reuben sighed. I'll have a talk with him, and try and find out what sort of stuff he's made of. If I could go away certain that things ain't as bad as I feared to find them, I should take back a lighter heart with me.
You say he isn't home now. Is he at sea, then? Then I think I'll change my plan. I meant to go back to Plymouth and see what Triggs is about to do, for I'm going round to London with him when he goes; but if you're expecting your cousin so soon, why shouldn't I stop here till I've seen him? Eve colored. You see," she added by way of excuse, "they have been away a long while now.
Then they're going to try and land their cargo, I s'pose? There's nobody about here," she added with a borrowed spice of Joan's manner, "would care to put themselves in the way of trying to hinder the Lottery. Oh, you needn't try to think you can hurt me by your sneers at them," she said, inwardly smarting under the contempt she knew Reuben felt.