Well, I suppose dream isn't quite the right word. More of an idea.
I want to make a movie. But not just any movie, the best movie. From the best movie maker. I want to remake the classic "Reservoir Dogs", by the great Quentin Tarantino. Here's the kicker:
I have no money. Nor a camera. Nor any form of income or capital. Throw in the fact that I'm not even seventeen, and I've got an uphill battle. The only thing that could make it worse would be a lawsuit. That would be rather...fun.
But I'm not going to let it discourage me. That's the last thing I need.
What I do have, is a great group of friends. And a want to do this. It would definitely be a pretty satisfying way to spend another summer of unemployment. Buy a camera on credit and return it, "My Date With Drew" style, spend a few bucks on corn syrup and Goodwill black suits, and have the best labor possible: my cheap (free) friends. Sets will be easy: my basement. So no warehouse. Rent is expensive. We might just shoot the damn thing guerrilla-style.
I figure, QT is cool enough; he might not sue me, and maybe, in a dream, even contact me back for this "love letter". This will be word-for-word. Not quite shot for shot, because of slight budget restrictions. I've already got the script typed up; that took about 8 hours with Windows Media Player, Open Office, and a little bit of alt-tab. Or about 7000 alt-tabs.
With a little luck, and a ton of hard work, I will have a finished movie. I'm not too big on copyright law, so a ton of luck will get me a Hollywood contact, and not a lawsuit. Luck out the wazoo, and probably a ton of ass kissing, will get me an outlet, so you can see the movie.
That's the dream. For somebody outside this suburb to see Reservoir Dogs, directed by one certain youngster. Tedums the Precious. That's my name. And with luck, the name on the credits in some grindhouse theater near you.
Production starts June 2009. Be there, or be square.
