Ken's Bleeding Palm

Saturday morning I was up till 6am and out of bed again by four hours later. I was running on almost zero sleep, but that didn't matter- I had a film to direct. It was freezing cold out in the streets of Manhattan but we made it work anyway. My friend Ken wrote the script and he was guilty of gathering the actress and 'crew' as it were. And by crew, I mean the 5 kids who mostly stood around inside of Starbucks and the dollar store doing nothing while Ken and I tried to run the shoot. 

You would think that people in Manhattan would be used to seeing movie cameras on the street, but apparently not. People were constantly annoying the hell out of us all day trying to get their face on camera and basically making our already difficult shoot that much harder. We had the crackheaded rapper from Harlem who kept following us talking constantly about how awesome he was and how we needed to videotape him. So, eventually just to get rid of him we did. People constantly walked threw our shots, ruining good takes by sticking their faces into our camera and smiling at us as if we cared that they existed. How narcissistic are people that they all shouted 'I'm famous' or wanted us to video tape them or listen to their opinion on how to shoot our movie or what we should do. But I digress.

I got some time behind a camera and learned a few things so that's all that mattered.