The Very Tiny Room, Arrival in Molde
Molde again- It is strange to be nervous in such a beautiful place. First day of production in just a few short days, on the Norwegian part of my film. I walk into the hotel and there is an article in the local paper I happen to see that says my production is in town.
http://www.rbnett.no/lokal/rauma/article372837.ece
It doesn’t mention I am directing but talks a lot of about Alex Gibney (our Executive producer), who is awesome yes. I am however directing this film. I feel like everyone has forgotten how hard I have worked on this film for a long long time. My hotel room is so small there is no room for my suitcase. I have to have it upright to fit inside the space and kind of tip it over to get things out. This feeling of not being seen as the director is ego though, and I should know that what we are doing is big. People here seems to feel it is their story. The girl in the hotel at the desk said that she remembers hearing about this couple. She states that it is a beautiful love story. She wants to meet Jean Boenish. This is a good moment. I have waited so long to be finally shooting in Norway. This feels like a dream, it is both happy and anxiety inducing. Making a first feature film fucks with your ego in so many ways.
In the early eighties Carl Boenish coined the acronym “BASE” (standing for Buildings, Antenna, Span, and Earth, the objects jumped) and invented a sport. Carl was the catalyst behind modern BASE jumping; an electrical engineer and filmmaker who believed that BASE jumping would allow mankind to overcome artificial limitations. He religiously chronicled the early days of BASE in beautiful 16mm film, often with cameras mounted to the jumpers’ heads. He saw BASE as the next amazing thing to film. Subscribe via RSS.
