To share or not to share? That was the question I wrestled with over this featurette I made on a whim and a prayer. This video came to be only because before I knew anything about filmmaking (he chuckles) I thought I could make a feature. Later the same story would be thoroughly flushed out to become “A Yeti in the City”. But before my Austin film education, I figured I could just do it. I wrote a 30 page script about a Yeti, some bear detectives, two twins (a boy and a girl) who go to an all girls school (in the vein of Bossom Buddies) and figured I could get my family to play all the rolls. I even convinced a sugar homie to purchase the brand new Cannon XL1 and to let me borrow it. Sufficed to say, I was worse at directing then we all were at acting and the thing was a pure shite show. But before I gave up on all the costumes I so lovingly crafted I figured, one last hoorah. I set up the camera in my mothers living room where I was living at the time and from sun up to sun down, would in camera edit (essentially just hitting stop and start in between skits) and would make up, on the fly a mythical talent show. To be honest, it’s not so much the pure raw and amateur nature of this endless stream of oddities that gives me pause, but more my youthful insensitivity. Towards the end, if one even makes it that far, there are at least three instances of my young dumb self using the term “that’s gay”. There is even a song with the lyric, “I would do anything for you, yeah, I know it’s gay, but it’s also true.” I concede that to say it was a different time almost 25 years ago is not sufficient, but I can think of no other reason for my actions. If this means I am now cancelled, so be it, for very few have actually subscribed to my offerings historically and time will continue to tick on. Regardless of the offense, I do believe there are some funny little moments in this long shlog of a young mans attempt to make content in a bygone era. May God have mercy on my soul and It can never be denied that “people can change.”
Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
Yet another example of the foolish hubris of 1992 and how a17 year old boy can say some seriously insensitive things. I just wonder if any adults actually sat on the year book committee or was Reagans indifference to the pandemic of the age enough to make us all blind.