I’m thinking of constructing the film around the postcard voice over and moving more or less chronologically. Also, having a bit more fragmentation. Something like this only…I don’t know. It’s just an idea…a draft of sorts.
Tokyo is the kind of city that you can find anything you can imagine and a lot of things you can’t. I knew some guys there. They were making a lot of cash…buying a lot of toys…one of the original bits of voice over I did for a trailer went something like “riding on shinny metal horses and slinging cash to the wind.” Cowboys, you know. But, Tokyo…I never thought I’d go back there…she’s beaten my ass before. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t do it again. So I go there and I start shooting these guys, and they’re all the same, they’re all head hunters and they’re all working this mind-numbing job that they wouldn’t be doing if it didn’t provide them with loads of cash so that they could go out and drink and chase women all night. And I can’t even shoot them at work because they’re so effing paranoid of what, I don’t know, and all they want me to do is shoot them when they’re so drunk that they don’t remember what they say on camera and then they get all paranoid again.
They are not cooperating and I’m sure that part of it is that I can’t explain to them exactly what I’m doing because I’m so green that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing but I know these guys and I know the city and she’s effing beating me up again. They think that making a film is like making a home video so they make monkey shines in front of the camera, and I can’t get them to take anything seriously. Sixty hours of footage and I’ve got nothing.
Dear Mr. Marker,
Sixty hours of footage, and I’ve got nothing.
I’m shooting my ex-husband Mark and his girlfriend, and I know that he’s doing this because he wants to support me in my new life and all, but it’s all complicated and he hasn’t thought about the consequences of what will happen if he’s completely honest on camera and I know I can make him be honest on camera and this becomes a big problem for him later when he spills all the beans. And his girlfriend hates me and she just wants me and my effing camera to go away, and I totally understand that, but I’m trying to make a film here, and Mark has agreed so what the heck am I supposed to do?
I’m shooting Bryan, and Jason and Steve, and Steve is brilliant, but he freaks out and I was too green to know that I should have gotten him to sign the release form before I shot the 20 or so hours of footage with him.
Mark says I should talk to Ken. He’s getting out of the business. He wants to be a talent on TV. I’m not sure how to explain what a talent does…just that they appear on TV and a lot of Japanese people would recognize them on the street. So, what the heck, I’m supposed to be doing this film about cowboys, which I thought were business men, but I’ll go see Ken because he’s kind of still in the business, so I’m not getting too far away from it, but I’ve forgotten what “it” is. I’m looking for cowboys on this post modern urban frontier, but what does that mean? And Why? And who’s gonna care?
