48 Hour Film Project -
Sunday
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I get to bed Sunday morning around 4:30 AM. I am beat, and I have
to get up at 8:00 to get to church. I'm teaching that morning, so
I can't bail out. Misery loves company, so I make G.J. roll out
of bed. He's young, and makes it out of the rack. "Can we go
back after church?" he asks. I agree, but only after we come
home and get a nap.
I make it through the Sunday School lesson, and neither G.J. nor
I pass out. I feel a little sick to my stomach. I can only imagine
how Jay feels, since he is about my age and I doubt he has slept
at all. Worship is uplifting, and I'm able to sing and concentrate
on God.
A second wind comes along, and G.J. and I drive home. A nap, I
insist, and then we can go to the warehouse to see what progress
has ensued. We agree to rise at 3:30 PM.
Of course, I get a bunch of damn phone calls while trying to sleep.
G.J., who has set the alarm in the guest room wakes, me at 3:29.
I have a scorching headache, and the toe I stubbed yesterday is
aching. On the other hand, it is a beautiful day, and Advil and
some Mountain Dew eventually convince the crew of lumberjacks trying
to fell my frontal lobe to take a break.
We arrive, and Jay is editing. A composer is there (a composer
?!) to score the movie (score!!??). He and Jay are working out details
to put spooky music on a track. Nathan shows up just in the nick
of time to provide needed audio, and sound effects. There are various
hiccups. The composer wants to do a good job, and he is taking more
time than Jay wants to allot. G.J. and I help clean up and stow
gear. When we return, we see some of the footage complete with sound
and special effects.
It is flipping AWESOME.
We bid farewell at about 6:00 to go back to church for Youth Group.
They have one and one half hours to get a tape turned in. During
youth group, I notice that 7:30has past, and wonder if they made
it on time.
Around 9:00, I call Jay. He tells me that sound in the last scene
was out of synch by a full 2 seconds. Every scene looks beautiful,
the audio is excellent, but the whole narrative rests on the last
scene, which was botched.
He ran dub to the competition, but Nathan told him to wait to turn
it in. Jay sat at Schlafley's, watching the seconds tick away, knowing
that he'd likely have to submit a seriously flawed project. I'm
sure his stomach was in knots.
With three minutes to spare, a clean tape arrives. The deadline
is met. Jay, Kyle and Nathan have stroked a broken bat, torn cover
home run into the centerfield upper deck.
Tim McNabb
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