It’s often said that your first produced feature film will define the genre you’re associated with, but what if you know what that should be, and it isn’t what people expect? Do you keep going, or pepper the passion of your genre with other spec projects you think might be more in keeping with current understandings?
I’m asking, but truthfully I think I know the answer, or at least the answer that works for me. The last two years have been somewhat fruitful for me. I say somewhat because I’ve written some short projects and some pilot specs, though I haven’t made a film since the pandemic started. The crux of it is, as a director you need to direct to move forward. As a director who has made only short content, finding the means to make that first feature becomes the only thing that matters.
But, what does this say about genre? I love the script I want to make as my feature film debut. I’ve nurtured Birthday Blues off and on for years. I keep coming back to it after a couple of years, and I tinker, then later on I tinker again. It’s a murder/mystery thriller set at a house party. It has the kind of ensemble I love, and a twist included, just as a murder/mystery should.
The absence of filming though, has taught me that what I thought was my genre, really is my genre. Believe it or not, I desperately want to make at least another Western short film, and then a Western feature film.
I know what you’re thinking, a WESTERN?!?!?! “Wasn’t one enough?!?!” No, I’m sorry to say, it was not, by a dusty desolate country mile, not. If I had a dream, it would be to film a Western in Spain, in the same sand as Leone; that’s the Maestro, Sergio Leone, for you Western heathens. I would settle for the beautiful, varied, sun kissed land of the interior of British Columbia (I apologized to my adoptive province, truly but Spain is like a Western filmmaker pilgrimage.)
I don’t know what it is, but I feel like the genre has so much space to play with, and I mean that figuratively. It’s also traditionally loaded with toxic masculinity, which is also furtive ground to explore female representation, because let’s face it, the Western has very little to say about women other than within the context of the Madonna/Whore trope.
It feels like I have a plan now, but like many things in film, it comes down to financing, and timing.
In Independent Film, it seems like we have a lot of the latter, and never enough of the former.
(Art by Sally Woods based on a photo by WendyD Photography)