Open on a meadow. Backdrop: a heap of boulders ambling up to the drifting haze of stratus cloud. It's sunny to be sure, but showers could break at any moment. And they do-- a little spit --but in the middle of that meadow is a tent! A big white tent!
Under the tent, a group of tech-wick clad adventurers; runners bent on conquering the tallest peak in New England. Also under the tent: a projector and screen, poised to present a screening of RUNNING THE ROCKPILE-- the film we've been anxiously anticipating for a year now!
While your beloved filmmaker seems to have been under a rock for the past couple months, the film has been getting the last minute final touches. The special treatment. The "if you don't work the way I want I will throw this computer out the window!!!" treatment, at times. But alas, all export/compression issues aside, the film is out onto a convenient DVD and in the player now. After a brief introduction, your beloved filmmaker allows the Play button's click and...we're off!
Cut away to: this coming Wednesday evening. Another screening is scheduled. Your beloved filmmaker thinks of these as test audiences and will survey these audiences as to what they thought of the blatant product placement, special effects, fight scenes, and alternate endings. If we don't have a blockbuster on our hands now, we will when this process is all over!! Hackjob!
In all seriousness, this past weekend's screening was really great. My family drove half way across the country to support its release. My little cousin gave me the feedback I needed when I admitted there were no cartoons in it: "Umm, I think it's going to be boring." And some friends arrived to the Auto Road in a sweet Jetta-- for some added eye candy.
Thank you to all who came out this past Friday to gear up for the wild trek up that old beast of a mountain road. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for allowing me to do this thing, of which before I'd only dreamed.