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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
By Noah Buschel 

I'm at the Edinburgh Film Festival, jetlagged bad, and I'm asked for emerging filmmaker advice by some kid. He says, in particular, he wants to know about making art films and being a writer/director. Oh boy. I try to find something to say, but it's disingenuous and the kid knows it. I go back to the hotel room and roll around in the bed, can't sleep. The only thing on the T.V. is Michael Jackson's body bag.

I go to the window and look at the ancient castle and the ancient fog and I think about what I would tell the kid if I really had the nerve — if my nerves weren't all shot. This is what I'd tell him: If you really wanna make movies, and make them your own — there's gonna be loneliness. And no one really talks about it, but it's true, I promise. For instance, did you know that even the people you work with — a lot of them won't like the final product. They'll think you screwed it up and not really dig what you're doing. And your producers will hate you. And your editor will quit you. And your dog will give you dirty looks in the morning.

There isn't too much time to feel sorry for yourself. The distributors just sent you the poster and it's fine, it's fine, it's fine — you know it's fine — but Goddamnit it ain't the movie you made and you gotta at least try to make it the movie you made. At least try. But it's fine. But it's not. You take a long walk at three in the morning. Kick bottle caps.

The project is your project, and it is your problem. It's not anyone else's problem. In the years that you spend on the project, it's very likely you will never have a conversation with anyone about the project that makes you feel less alone with the project. The project is a problem.

But you know! You know it's true. You know what you're saying and that the movie is true. You're there again, in the editing room, long after the sane and mature people have gone home. You watch the scene go down again. And even some of those actors who don't like the movie — you love their performances in this movie they don't like. And even the editor who has left the building — her cuts are just so choice. And the costumes, and the camera moves, and the production design… You know. You know it's true.

But did you see what Orson Welles looked like towards the end of his life? Do you know what happened to John Cassavetes? And those are the Superheroes. What about us mere mortals? What kind of toll does this thing take? This indie filmmaking thing.

Late night movie mumblings and complaints, but now your lover is like — enuff already. Enough, yes, exactly. It's been years now. You know, for your health's sake, enough is enough and you gotta get away from the project. And you do. You start to write new stuff again. You play some volleyball. You even get to bed on time. But then there's that email. That email with the link to the trailer. That's the trailer? That's the trailer for your movie? I don't think so. This isn't gonna stand. Oh, but it will. Shoot. You're out on the street again, playing soccer with the bottle caps. Strangers cross to the other side. You've become a menace, man.

You read a New York Times article about Kenneth Lonergan and feel less crazy. You start talking with the couple producers who will still talk to you about future projects. You get scared at the possibility that these future projects might actually happen.

You go to a festival and some kid asks you for advice. You say something about "only doing it if you have no choice." The kid kind of rolls his eyes. You probably sound like one of his gym teachers.

Outside the movie theater, you get in a van. The van drives you back to the hotel. The driver of the van is talking excitedly about all the popular movies at the festival this year. You know these films well by now — they were the popular films at all the other festivals too. You're looking out the window at the cloudy streets, and you wonder what it would be like to make one of those really popular films. Something crowd-friendly, agent-friendly. And you start thinking of different scenarios and formulas.

You get out of the van, go into the crowded lobby. Everyone is listening to "Thriller" and having a good time. The lady at the front desk stops you, asks you if you are staying there. You tell her you are, produce a room key. She smiles apologetically.

In the elevator up there's a real old lady. She tells you that she saw your film today. She tells you how much she appreciated the quietness of it. You nod your head, lower your eyes, try not to let her know she just saved your life.

Read our interview with Noah Buschel at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival about this latest film, The Missing Person. Strand Releasing opens the film this weekend.


# posted by Scott Macaulay @ 11/17/2009 10:13:00 PM
Comments (11)

I`m a filmmaker from Berlin, Germany, I know what you are talking about and the old lady very well. Sometimes she comes along as other persons: young women working in a supermarket, old couple at a small town festival, beeing happy that they screen independent movies at this place, or a chinese farmer on the shanghai festival, who came a long way to see your movie, but hasn´t the money to buy a ticket and asking to come in.
They are kind of "indie filmmaking angels"
# posted by Anonymous miriam dehne @ 11/18/2009 2:19 AM  

thanks noah. you just saved mine.
# posted by Anonymous Zak Forsman @ 11/18/2009 12:00 PM  

This was kind of amazing. Thanks for putting it down.
# posted by Blogger Quinn @ 11/18/2009 3:00 PM  

These are the most important and relevant words I've read in this magazine in quite some time. This piece is completely relatable and speaks directly to the real independent filmmakers out here. Thank you Noah.
# posted by Anonymous Danny @ 11/19/2009 7:45 PM  

I'm not a filmmaker – yet – but I am a published writer. Your (well-made) point applies equally to publishing a book. For months or years as you crank the thing out it's all lonely pain, self-doubt and second-guessing. When it finally hits the shelves you may be happy with parts of it, but rarely all of it, and you grumble that it's all too much work for too little payback and swear you'll never write another one. Then somebody says they spent all weekend eating it up ... and thank you for it!

Then you start planning the next one ....
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous @ 12/01/2009 3:08 PM  

Thanks for your honesty. It's good to know there are still people who are committed to what is true for themselves, not taking the easy way out.

Your mention of Orson Wells and John Cassavetes do serve as a warning that there is often great personal cost for working towards a vision.

But don't "compare and despair" you have your own unique voice every bit as valid as those two men.
# posted by Blogger Daniel @ 12/02/2009 8:57 PM  

This is very, very beautiful. A simultaneous dose of inspiring and deflating; like filmmaking itself. It's hard to muster up the courage to take the plunge once again when you realize that the only true reward is that one stranger who compliments you on your film in an unexpectedly personal way. Aside from the free shrimp at festivals, that has proven to be the only genuinely profound reward for my efforts. Yet here I sit, planning to give it one more go 'round before I give up completely.
# posted by Blogger MichaelTully @ 12/03/2009 10:05 AM  

# posted by Anonymous Anonymous @ 12/03/2009 10:45 AM  

this is so unbelievably pretentious...
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous @ 12/03/2009 11:05 AM  

Noah, I could have written everything that you have said here. Particularly your comment on your production crew not liking your work. I was recently apart of a project that I helped to produce. A friend was the director. I hated the work. I could not believe that that was what he produced. Then, I realized that I was judging him based on what we were taught in school. I was not seeing his vision.

You have kicked the nuts and bolts off the surface to reveal what lies beneath. You have nailed it.
# posted by Blogger EVERETTE @ 12/03/2009 2:02 PM  

Ah, the filmmaking angels...for me they were two 19 year old japanese school girls who were awed to see an asian woman feature film director...apparently the role models are few and far between. Everyone else said how weird it was to have an 'unsympathetic' or over the top lead angry female lead.
But they loved her.Nice to know that your film reached someone somewhere....
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous @ 12/04/2009 3:05 PM  

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