by Chris Plecash
Long time, no blog.
Our first term as documentarians-in-training culminated with much hand-wringing and hair-pulling, often played out into the wee hours of the morning whilst hunched over a keyboard, eyes transfixed upon the time lines and time codes of our films, resisting the urge to blink for fear of crashing.
Well, at least mine did. It took me weeks to bring together my mini-doc in post production. In part because this was my first film, but also due to the fact that I had so much footage to work with. Maybe too much. 4 hours of tape and 15 pages of interviews. When the dust settled, I had an 11 minute epic.
We screened our films to an audience of 30-or-so friends of the program on the final day of class. The catering was impeccable, the wine selection superb. There were films about soup and tattoo artists and Gandhi and a blacksmith and a painter who went to Afghanistan. There were films about everything imaginable. Really. Stuff I never knew about until I saw my classmates' films.
"You have now been baptized doc makers, family members of the privileged few who arrive with cameras on the doorstep of the world of your participants who in turn open the door and their lives to you so you can tell and shape their stories the way you understand it."
- Peter Biesterfeld, Documentary Production Program Director
Long time, no blog.
Our first term as documentarians-in-training culminated with much hand-wringing and hair-pulling, often played out into the wee hours of the morning whilst hunched over a keyboard, eyes transfixed upon the time lines and time codes of our films, resisting the urge to blink for fear of crashing.
Well, at least mine did. It took me weeks to bring together my mini-doc in post production. In part because this was my first film, but also due to the fact that I had so much footage to work with. Maybe too much. 4 hours of tape and 15 pages of interviews. When the dust settled, I had an 11 minute epic.
We screened our films to an audience of 30-or-so friends of the program on the final day of class. The catering was impeccable, the wine selection superb. There were films about soup and tattoo artists and Gandhi and a blacksmith and a painter who went to Afghanistan. There were films about everything imaginable. Really. Stuff I never knew about until I saw my classmates' films.
"You have now been baptized doc makers, family members of the privileged few who arrive with cameras on the doorstep of the world of your participants who in turn open the door and their lives to you so you can tell and shape their stories the way you understand it."
- Peter Biesterfeld, Documentary Production Program Director
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