Saturday was up in Aurora on the set of Dave's music video; I call it "Dave's music video" because for the life of me, I don't think I ever knew the name of the band, and right now I can't even remember the name of the song. It was pretty cool, though; as far as days of shooting go, this was definitely the one to be on. Dave (being Dave) concocted a massive house-facade that was to be driven down the road on the back of a pickup truck, and it was one of those quasi-mystical moments that we filmmakers (at this budget bracket) almost never have, and which filmmakers like Peter Jackson must get all the time, where you walk onto a set and something that existed only in your imagination a couple of weeks ago is now large and live and being lifted onto a truck by two dozen strongbacks like something out of the barn-raising scene in Witness. I think the only moment that really comes close to that sort of thing for me personally was when Mark went running out into the middle of Spadina in full costume for the money shot in Bone Daddy; every single moment of imagination, from mental icon to flesh-and-blood existence, that had lead up to that point just sort of crashed through my brain in a heartbeat and I thought unto myself, "Wow... that is exactly what I thought it would look like."

Gratification.

Speaking of filmmakers, Kevin Smith is doing one of those video journal-y things like Bryan Singer and Peter Jackson for Clerks 2, only wayyyyyyyy worse. I mean I loves ya Kev, but you have got to get a better crew on this thing. I was (coincidentally) re-watching the crossover installments from Kong Is King / Blue Tights over the weekend, and the difference between those and this is just a bit too wide. I guess I've reached my Smith "low budget is good" limit.

Went to see Grizzly Man today; loved it, and loved reviewing it even more. Mamogrified this eve. And of the many other things I had planned to blog today, I say only this: I kicked the ball and it spun like a top. LIKE. A. TOP.

[Opposite of gratification.]