Yes, I am referring to myself here. Because as Hack’s 23-year-old intern, I am effectively the company baby. But a cool baby, mind you. Like this guy.
Yesterday Hack ventured to the home of my best friend’s dad to shoot a mocumentary. I’ve always thought of Brian as the cool guy who makes us margaritas and plays a filthy game of Cards Against Humanity. Here he is, in his natural habitat.
But, as the CEO and founder of HomeAway, Brian’s also what one might call a Big Deal. And Hack had the pleasure of making his creative masterpiece come to life via the silver screen. Incidentally, this shoot also marked my first day of being semi-useful on a professional set.
Now, as a student filmmaker I like to fancy myself reasonably competent with production. I’ve held many a boom, mastered the deep, authoritative voice I use for yelling “Action!” and “Cut!” and “Sound to speed!”, and you better believe I know what a stinger is. Look at me, I embody professionalism.
(That camera belongs in a museum)
Believe it or not, student film sets are different from real ones. Bumbling around is not generally appreciated, and wasting time is not an option. And, seeing as the things created on set are not mine to mess up, holding a boom proved more nerve-wracking than it should be.
Luckily, everyone at Hack is absurdly kind and trusted me just enough to let me do something while being appropriately vigilant in ensuring I didn’t make a fool of myself. Thank you, Dieter and Chase, for politely reminding me to point the microphone at the actors. Little details.
If I had to describe the experience in one word, it would be “humbling”. I mean, I was the writer/director/editor/DP of this world-famous film:
(Incidentally the girl in the blond wig is my best friend Chloe/Brian’s daughter. Greatness runs in the family.)
So to go from those lofty heights to shakily holding a boom praying I don’t lose my set privileges is quite a reality check. But hey, isn’t that what being an intern is all about?
Also, sidenote: if you haven’t already realized, I am not Jason the handsome witty Irishman. I haven’t yet figured out how I could possibly out-cool him, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.