
56 days, y’all.
56 days until the NEVADA ZOO shoot.
And all we have to do is crew up, secure our location, round out our cast, draft the contracts and oh, finish funding the film.
I wake up thrilled and overwhelmed on alternating mornings, it seems, and spend the rest of the day in a fever cloud of excitement laced with fear and the occasional moment of clarity about how to push this production forward. This film has become my life. I’ve never said that about anything, not even writing - and I consider myself a WRITER, above all - which makes this production feel like a necessary and at the same time STRANGE place to be.
And so, as much as film producers (and entrepreneurs and people who otherwise need help from others to complete their vision) are encouraged to “act as if”, I’ve decided that in order to be true to my life - to what my life has become over these last few months - I’m not going to “act as if” anything.
I’m not going to act as if most of this isn’t new to me. Or as if I don’t worry like hell that I’m not giving the NEVADA ZOO team the support it needs. Or as if I’m not on a Tim Tebow scramble (PRAISE HIM) to get funding, and losing hella sleep over it. This blog is going to be a place where you can get updates about cast and crew and - and eventually screenings! - but also follow the ups and downs of this production.
Some of it is going to come off amateurish. Which is like, whatever man. To me, bravado is cheap, and worse, transparent. So when I talk up this project, I’ll only speak to the things I’m genuinely confident about: the NEVADA ZOO team, which is way more talented and accomplished than I had any right to believe it would be just six months ago. Daniel and Justin (co-directors) and Julian (producer) and Pat (casting director) are also super nice people who I’m going to convince to be my friends for life when this film is done.
I’m confident in the script I wrote, which, all false humility aside, is smart and controversial and frankly UNCOMFORTABLE enough to turn some heads on the festival circuit. Ain’t no sports films about gay characters being made. There just aren’t. And I know with every fiber that of my body that we’re going to tell this story with the sensitivity and fearlessness that it deserves.
So in the future when I post about some real dog-shit production days - and there’ve been quite a few already - trust that it’s coming from a real conviction that ultimately, one way or another, the stuff this project has going for it is going to make for an excellent film.
Check in from time to time. Get your schadenfreude on. And holler at me on twitter or email about whatever fever cloud you find yourselves in these days.
Peace!
Kurt
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kurt DOT c DOT scott AT gmail DOT com
