Last Saturday, one of my short films finally saw the light of day (actually, night), 16 months after production. It was screened publicly (ok, not that publicly since it was a private event) at the Butter Factory for cast and crew and friends.
The film is called The Trainee and it’s gone around the world in film festivals before arriving in Singapore for its debut screening. That’s kind of cool, is it not?
My co-star Sunny Pang is also really cool. He was in the movie, Perth, and he’s also going to be acting in like a zillion feature films this year so I think he’s someone to watch out for.
His hair has grown longer while mine has seen some shrinkage since we last met.
This was taken in September 2005 at the location set of The Trainee, which I blogged about in my ancient old blog but it’s kind of a too-long entry, so don’t check it out if you’re a restless sort of person.
Director Craig Rosenthal was at his humorous best on Saturday night with his opening speech. I shan’t tell you what it’s about, except that he thanked the people he needed to thank while talking about sex, which was wildly entertaining.
I think Craig made a really great film with a local flavour, an astounding accomplishment considering that he’s not local and he doesn’t speak Mandarin and Hokkien, which were the main languages for the film.
I don’t know how he did that!
Maybe he did it with the expert help of super producer Adriane (picture, right).
I’m still waiting for Adriane to give me my next job because the production house he works at has lots of cool jobs. Haha. Anyway, he’s been a great friend, besides being a wonderful producer who doesn’t have to yell to get things done, so I have a lot of faith in him.
Well, this is all very sad. I miss the production. Short films are really heartbreaking to act in. They’re too… short. I need to get myself checked into a long film or like a drama series which goes on forever.
This is a super busy week for me. One more week till production for Hole in the Wall starts and I’m not prepared. Things getting crazy at day job front, with projects piling up and getting bottle-necked.
You know what, I just came into a pseudo eureka type revelation:
Some blogs get to be really long because the writer can’t think of a way to end the entry gracefully, so they just ramble on until an end jumps out at them.
Or maybe it’s just me.
Well, anyway, I’m feeling very hyper now so I’m going to put on my ballet shoes and do a silly dance.