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Damon and I are meeting for our regular Saturday lunchtime movie meeting. He and I are co-writing a wonderful B-Movie Horror flick I’m not at liberty to discuss. We’re also in discussions with SABC3 to produce a tv commercial that I wrote. I’ll be producing, he’ll be directing. <\/p>\n
It’s our way of breaking into the commercial side of filmmaking. See, it’s all wonderful and great making short movies and contributing to audio-visual art in this country. But in five years, both Damon and I want to be household names to cinema-going audiences all round the world. And that involves making movies for money. And the best movies to make for money are commercials. <\/p>\n
Commercials are excellent things, cos they require fanatical attention to detail, comparatively high budgets, and world-class crews. They’re miniature movies that take almost MORE care and attention than full length features.<\/p>\n
I’ve pitched the idea to our marketing whizz. And she’s given it an enthusiastic yes. The spot I’ve written and storyboarded fits in with the new brand image campaign that Hunt Lascaris has created (award winning stuff, in my opinion), and it’s really quite funny. She has in turn pitched it to our General Manager, and he’s asked me to pitch it to him. Which I did yesterday. And he said a cautious yes. It’s cautious cos the SABC is slashing budgets in a bid to become commercially realistic, and there is consequently very little money for things like ad hoc television commercials costing huge amounts of money.<\/p>\n
But they’re going to find money from various budgets, and we’ll see what happens. I’m very happy to be a contractor there, cos that gives me the freedom to do this sort of thing. Thanks SABC3. You’re giving me lots and lots of presents.<\/p>\n
“Ouch!!!” says Damon.<\/p>\n
I follow his eyeline. There is a girl dressed in tight, tight, tight black jeans leaning over the table next to me. And the light is shining through the gap in her crotch. And the cloth is a perfectly sculpted replica of something I’d like to reach out and touch. <\/p>\n