After the read-through,it’s clear that Act 2 is too long and by Act 3 the protag hasn’t taken enough of a journey.
I try to get my co-writer/co-producer to work on the rewrite.
“When can we rewrite?”
“I’m in Poopoo’s film; I’m in Doodoo’s film; I’m acting in the 24 hour film challenge; I’m trying to get cast in the 48 hour play challenge; I’m auditioning for Coocoo’s film; I’m in a film in (goddam far away) Portland; I’m trying to get cast in the 36 hour film challenge and the 72 hour theater challenge and by the way I’m cast in the Stupid Let’s Make a Home Movie Film Film, Stupid Film and I’m doing three play readings and directing a comedy sketch for Booboo.”
“Okay, how about on a weeknight, then?”
“Oh, I’m writing a short. Oh, I’m writing another short. Oh, I’m shooting my short. Can you (me) be the casting director for my short?”
“When can we work on Act 2? I want to finish re-writing this feature so we actually have a shot at distribution. Shorts are a money-suck.”
“Oh, by the way, I’m done shooting my short.”
“When can we rewrite?”
“Weekends are family time and weeknights I take all sorts of acting classes. Can you come to my house on a weekday?”
“No! I have a fucking day job and did you forget that my car was stolen?”
“Okay, how about Sunday for an hour? I really appreciate your patience and you doing all the re-writing while I’m so busy.”
Sunday, i show up, pencil and yellow sticky-notes.
“Let’s go to Froufrou’s audition.”
“No, I’m begging you: let’s rewrite.”
“I am going to Froufrou’s audition; you can do what you want.”
So, six months later, I demanded either real participation in the rewriting and producing of this film or dropping out therefrom.
“It’s not fair for me to spend 40-50 hours a week on this film and you spend none and you are supposed to be the co-lazy-writer, co-do-nothing-producer and co-diva-star.”
My Co-Co-Co chose to drop out. Too much work to do something professionally…like actually FINISH a 120 page screenplay.
You take the short road.
Shorts are easy–you pay for them yourself. No high standards are required. Shorts get put on a compilation DVD and you tell everyone you got “distribution.”
Features are hard. They suck duck’s eggs. They suck billiard balls. I love feature films and I want to make real films, so I struggle on.
Meanwhile, I get lots of fun bitching about co-producers.