Why, hello there! Did you know that I’m also a copywriter specializing in humorous copy? Yup.
I have a separate site:
jdelibes.wix.com/copywriter – or click the image to be magically transported!
Dear Sound Editing,
I’ve missed you! Back in the days when I was cutting actual film and mag stock, working as an assistant editor, I’d grab as much sound to edit as I could. It didn’t matter that I spent my days wearing giant, unsexy cans on my head. If you don’t know what cans are, you probably never got to touch actual film stock either. I wore white gloves at work. You don’t know what that means either, do you. You poor, miserable digital bastard. ♥ Just kidding.
I even liked cutting dialogue, post-production’s ugly stepsister, because I could smooth out and fix one little thing in a big world of Rong.
My editor and I just spent Sunday locking picture on two of my short films. (For updates,
https://www.facebook.com/SpeedofVirginia.) I’d gone on a hunting trip for all the music a few days before.
I cannot express the joy of auditioning a piece of music against the picture and finding that each emotional moment syncs with the on-screen story, adjusting the right placement and levels and then, voila. I love me some music editing, and I got to cut again, ahhhhh…
We’re fresh from shooting 2 episodes of Slow Down to the Speed of Virginia…
To see the outtake, go here immediately! http://on.fb.me/19udzbS
Untrimmed, a bit uneven, a microscopic bald patch on one side, mousier than your actual hair color – yup, that mustache has seen some harsh.
Out on the mean streets, pretending to stroll around all casual, whistling softly but carrying a big stick, one eye out for perps.
(You were on the front lawn cleaning up after the storm? I guess you’re holding twigs, not a night stick?)
What’s that suspicious rustling? Show yourself. Ahh, the Petrocelli’s dog is wagging his tail again, smiling at you with his big shepherd butt in the air, inviting you to play.
No! You’re a cop, dammit, on serious mustache business, ensuring that all areas are free for emergency egress, especially around the recycling.
Oooh, the crafty fingers of those suburban raccoons, prying open every garbage can despite Home Depot’s fiercest city locks. The garbage smells too delicious and enticing – your ‘stachio surveillance is appreciated yet possibly worthless. Go around back.
Quiet now, stealthy – do NOT make a sound. It’s dark, we’re in the woods, any goddam thing can happen. You’re holding some kind of blunt instrument behind your back?
What’s that now? A salt lick? For the deer. I see. That’s, well that’s very nice.
Why don’t you shave it off.
Casting isn’t only about actors. (However, watch “Casting By” on HBO, a documentary about the subtle genius of Marion Dougherty, casting director extraordinaire who mined the New York theatre for acting talent and got indelible performances onto the screen.)
My wee little film (Slow Down to the Speed of Virginia) was a prime example of casting being everything. I was able to cast vibrant actors whose work I was familiar with from an improv school setting, and I wrote to their strengths. Getting the right actor for the role is crucial – most of a director’s heavy lifting is accomplished by that one, massive decision. Continue reading
One day two things happened. My container of Silly Putty became available, and I’d written a fake newscast I was ready to perform at a weekly sketch show. I’d created a news anchor character at a small network who was very concerned about low ratings.
She tried to enhance viewership during a live broadcast by filling the studio with 4 month old kittens. When that didn’t work she made an appeal. If the audience didn’t start goddam tuning in, they’d be responsible for putting a broadcaster out of a job, leaving her with just a pearl necklace and a Hot Pocket. She glared into the camera and vaguely suggested a knife was on the set. Continue reading