Blog & News: Diary of a Directrix

Episode 3 of our new web series is up HERE.  I’d like to thank friend and editor extraordinaire Lauren Schweitzer for putting a bee in my bonnet for part of its inspiration.  She thought it would be fun to make a short horror film based on the old farmer’s daughter joke — you know the one, right?  Where the farmer tells the traveling salesman, “You can stay in the barn, but stay away from my daughter!”…  I agreed.

So Lauren, the quirky re-envisioning of this iconic joke featured in episode 3 is dedicated to you — like it or not (hope you like it…)

Incidentally, you can read more farmer’s daughters jokes at this LINK or you can see another re-imagining in the Seinfeld episode “The Bottle Deposit”.  Also within this episode, look for bonus nods to Stephen King, Monty Python and the Wizard of Oz.  Enjoy!

So we’re in early pre-production for our next feature and I’m blessed to be doing some script tweaking here in the always inspiring Gibraltar at the legendary Rock Hotel (overlooking the Mediterranean AND Atlantic Seas and the coasts of both Africa and Spain. Mark Twain would come here to write – it’s heaven on Earth.)

This morning I get inspired in the shower as I so often do, so I run to grab a pen and pad the instant I’m out, crawl onto the bed and jot down some notes.  Suddenly, I hear a rustle and look up to find myself staring into the eyes of a sub-adult male macaque who has just crawled in through our window!

I squeal out of surprise more than anything then, realizing I have just stared into the eyes of the most aggressive demographic (teenage boys) AND unwittingly bared my teeth (a threat), I tell Agustin, “Deal with him, will you?  I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

Insert some Batman theme music, sound fx and titles “BLAMMO!”, “KAPOW!”, “THWANK!” here.  I heard no such sounds myself, but it adds to the comic effect don’t you think?

Actually, all that really transpired is that the monkey came in, stole a packet of cookies from the tea tray on the dresser and required quite a bit of coaxing to leave.  Sadly, we couldn’t grab the camera while he was still in the room.  After several minutes had passed, Agustin finally announced,”Okay, he’s gone” and I re-emerged.

Agustin was positively beaming.  I shook my head and declared,  “I  really wish you wouldn’t bring your work home with you.”  Ah, life in Gibraltar.  Now back to writing…