Congrats, Team – we did it! It’s been madness the past few days what with tornadoes, a blue grass festival spawning drunk passersby, nosey ducks and excitable dogs, but we got every single shot we wanted and the footage looks great. More importantly I was reminded once more why we do this. Read the rest of this entry »
That’s A Wrap – Dolores Is In the Can!
Posted in Diary of a DirectrixJune 7th, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)
If The Tornado Ruins Our Shot, Can We Fix it in Post?
Posted in Diary of a Directrix, NewsJune 6th, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)
So I suppose the one setback in shooting a film that’s comprised of nearly all exteriors at night in the Midwest in June are those pesky tornadoes. Oops. Read the rest of this entry »
We’re Shooting a Movie – Yay!
Posted in Diary of a Directrix, NewsJune 4th, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)
There’s no place like home! It feels so good to have the team back together in our natural habitat – on a movie set! We kicked off the shoot for Last Seen on Dolores Street last night, and so far so good. We’ll share stills and more details after we wrap. Have a great weekend!
“Because I am a Rude French Waiter, Madame!” – Cannes Independent Day 11
Posted in Diary of a Directrix, On the Fest CircuitJune 3rd, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)
Oops. I thought I had an interview with Chris Jones Friday morning at 11, but it turned out we had a miscommunication about the word “tomorrow” when employed in an e-mail sent at 2:45 AM and, alas, missed one another. Next time. I was sorry to miss the opportunity to catch up, but I was admittedly grateful for the extra sleep – ah, blessed snooze button. Read the rest of this entry »
I Have Melanin?! – Cannes Independent Day 10
Posted in Diary of a Directrix, On the Fest CircuitJune 2nd, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)
After my morning laps, I slipped out of my swimsuit and looked in the mirror, horrified. I raced out of the bathroom to show Agustin, “What the HELL is that?!” I demanded as I showed him the foreign sight. He smiled, “Those would be tan lines,” he patiently explained. I was stunned, “I have melanin?!” Fancy that.