As seen on the FilmmakeHers blog: http://www.thefilmmakehers.com/musings/2017/7/2/embracing-your-independence
So you’re probably thinking Shari has post Olympics blues and is desperately attempting to hold on to thoughts of gymnasts bending all the laws of physics distracting her from her life and her obligations. True, but not the reason for this post.
Aly Raisman went back to the Olympics because she just missed getting an All-Around Individual medal four years ago. Actually, she tied for the bronze, but the Olympic rules do not allow for ties in gymnastics. So there it was practically in her hands and then boom it was gone when the tiebreaker news was announced. How many times has that happened to all artists and in particular filmmakers? Your film is almost going to be funded, you are going to be hired to direct that film and then oops…on and on it goes…
So what did Aly Raisman do? She took a well-deserved break and then she re-focused and spent two years working towards her goal. That’s two years of 25 to 30 hours of tedious workouts and I am sure times of physical pain. She let everything else fade away in her life so she could have a chance – a CHANCE – at achieving her goals. There were no guarantees that she would make it back to the team or that she would get to try to go for the all-around title or that quite frankly she would qualify for it in the qualifying round at the Olympics. Again and again she had to prove to herself and the judges that she was ready for the challenge and would succeed in the end. Each time she stepped up, she is quoted as saying “four routines to go,” “three routines to go,”…
The look on her face when she finished her final routine – when she knew she had achieved that goal after countless days of practices and meets – was priceless. It showed happiness, complete relief, pent up emotions…the list goes on.
This is what we all face as artists when we hear “the funds fell through” or “we were going to hire you but then this other person brings more to the table so…” or “yeah, you made that great film last year, but now….” – again the list goes on and on.
We have to endure. We have to persevere. We cannot let a tiebreaker rule stop us for going for that gold. So when you are tired, fed-up and just thinking “what is the point” – watch some gymnastics. If they can defy physics, why can’t you defy it too?
Life is full of disappointments. People in particular can be very disappointing. Their motives are often completely unclear and their missing the value you have brought to them over the years is just stupefying. It’s a pity, but true more often than anyone wants to admit.
In the film industry, this happens all the time. Back-stabbing and lack of support and allowing yourself to be happily taken advantage of only to find that you are on the other side of a closed door after going those extra miles.
Recently, this happened to me. For no good reason. At all.
Well, don’t worry about it. I know, how can you not worry about not being respected? And you’re thinking “all that time I gave to this cause or this event or this person…” When you know damn well that you could have been supported without taking anything away from anyone else because there is room for everyone if people want to make the room – don’t get sad like I am now…get annoyed…I’m working my way to that point currently. It’s slow and I don’t have enough wine in me…yet. Say, as Sweet Charity says when she wakes up in the park and without a job, a man or a home, “good morning.” and welcome the new day. Accept the flower from the innocent flower person who doesn’t know you, but believes in you more than the pretenders of the world. And also, don’t talk to those other people anymore. You have nothing to prove to them. They don’t respect you. They are “takers” to quote Miss Kubelik in “The Apartment”.
Once you do that or even if you can’t get to that point, post something positive to your Facebook page. Slowly “@” everyone you know. See how many of your “friends” like it. See the people that rise to support you and soon those other people will be specs in the distance. Laugh when you see the people who rejected you and your work “like” your post as well. What are they insane? You rejected me, but now you “like” my exciting post. How terribly ironic. HA HA – vomit.
And, above all, learn damn it. Learn that you should not be helping people or going out of your way for people who have not proven they deserve it. Many people do deserve it. They are loyal. Find those people. Find those groups of people you can join who believe in you no matter what. They are there as well. Then, those other people will shrink in the distance because they don’t have good people like you to hold them up. We create our own monsters. We mustn’t continue to do that. Artists must not let themselves be used. Artists and honestly humanity can only thrive with people who support them and not those who pretend to do so.
I started to write this from my point of view, but it didn’t work because it just came across as – well, pissed-off and I am. To make it more entertaining I am going to write this piece from the point of view of the person sitting diagonally in front of me during a multi-media event I went to last night. Continue reading
Last week I got on a flight to Florida. During the four hours I spent on the tarmac, I thought about all the time spent waiting on a film set. I think this was because they kept plying us with free coffee and by the end of the eight hours I spent on my two and a half hour flight, every flight attendant understood that I drank my coffee black and yes that meant no cream or sugar. Continue reading
My husband – Chris Benker/DP extraordinaire – requested that I tell the tale of our first camping trip together. Here it goes…
Chris decided to take me camping. Being that I’m from the city, I had never been camping before and he thought I was missing out. We spent two hours in traffic in New Jersey, discovered the people in the tent next to us brought their loudest speakers and house music, and when we were finishing up our hike later that day, we ran in to a bear. And I thought as the final incident began, “This is my last camping trip. If the bear mauls us to death, no more camping. If we survive – no more camping and possible divorce.”
So, my film life has been a bit stressful of late. I decided to write a blog about the trials and tribulations of being an indie filmmaker. I know, you are inspired already. That was my goal. I’m actually hoping that if I share some of my experiences, you’ll share some of yours back. And then we can sign the papers to have each other committed.