"Aspiring Filmmaker" ("Super 8")
When I was nine years old I tried to make my own movie. From what I recall, scripting took roughly about ten minutes, another forty to get all the props and locations, and then two weeks before I wasn't grounded anymore for touching my father's video camera. Not using or breaking it; just touching it. Why? Because he kept the camera in his lower desk drawer right next to a loaded 34 revolver and an adult VHS tape. As hard as I tried, I wasn't able to convince my parents I didn't care about the firearm and I didn't see what the big deal was about a woman holding a stick of butter. I wanted to make movies like Coppola and sell them to my father who still worked at Columbia Pictures at the time. But no such luck. My dreams of heading up the next big budget blockbuster ended right there.
Damn shame because I think my idea for face-sucking silly putty was genius.
Anyhow, instead of using young versions of the cast, I wanted to base it on a more realistic take whereas Erik would have shot the movie with kids that lived in his neighborhood using only the cheapest effects like ghosts made up of floral bedsheets and vampires with plastic fangs from the Perkins Wishing Well. And while some may see this illustration as humor, to me it's more out of sentimentality. The kind of things a child with an unlimited imagination would think up. - Jake