Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The start of a new year is a time for reflection, as trite as that may seem. And like most years, I’m forced to wonder how in the hell I got to where I am now.
Before this year, I had never before considered a career in film. I mean, looking back on it, I have no idea how I had ignored the signs that I should get into filmmaking. I love to tell stories. I love how each new unfolding of plot is a personal thought experiment, a way for imagination to overpower the unreliable senses and make each of us wonder, “What would I do if I were put on the spot?” Movies at their finest are living dreamscapes in which to play and question, to learn about ourselves through the fiction of heroes and villains and everyone else in between. To experience emotional danger without its dreaded consequences.
Of course I want to be a part of all that.
Aristotle once wrote that the pinnacle reason we all enjoy watching a story unfold is because “to be learning something is the greatest of pleasures not only to the philosopher but also to the rest of mankind, however small their capacity for it…for if one has not seen the thing before, one’s pleasure will not be in the picture as an imitation of [the event], but will be due to the execution of coloring or some similar cause.” In other words, we all have excellent reason to love Rocky, and yet rightfully disregard Rocky II-V. (Rocky Balboa would be rated somewhere in between, I suppose.)
There is no greater joy than in watching a well-crafted story unfold. Period. Which is why I’m so freaking proud to be a part of this team.
When I first was introduced to this project, all I did was offer (often inane) suggestions and edits to Adrian’s script. But when he and I got to talking about the deeper stuff, the implications of character and the crafting of plot, I was blown away. Adrian had thought more about BoT than I had on practically anything. There was a terrific devotion in him to get everything right. Man, was it nice to meet someone as serious about fiction as I was. Or rather, as serious as I hoped to be.
And as I slowly came about to meet each other member of our team, I was met with more of that same insane dedication. How freaking lucky is that? How often to you get to meet one person of the same mindset as you, let alone an entire group?
And for most of us to be living in the same city at the same time? And for that city to be…South Bend? I still can’t wrap my head around the unlikelihood of that one.
Within the group, it is common for us to mention just how lucky we have been, but we simply can’t do it often enough. Whether it is whimsy or providence…if we carried this kind of luck into a casino, we’d all walk out with big cartoon bags of money with dollar bill symbols on the sides. (In fact, the only reason we haven’t gone to the casino every week is because I assume we’re spending all of our lives’ luck on this film. No joke.)
Point is, this is the first new year in which I can feel truly excited for the prospects of the next. No retail management training nonsense to vainly try to fight my way into. No 160,000-word book manuscript weighing down my everyday life. (Well, that’s still in a drawer somewhere, but hey, what twenty-something writer doesn’t have a God-awful novel hidden away?) I have a group of coworkers I can call friends, and a group of friends I can call co-workers.
We’re going to get this movie made. And I’ll be damned if it isn’t something we can all be proud of.






