My Self

14 Years ago a tape my first video when I was living in Mexico, my friend Lupe had a rock and roll band, and the first time they play I sneak out the VHS cam recorder from my parents bedroom to take it to the party. My parents never let me mess with electronic equipment by my self, because of my curios nature. I had the tendency of taking things apart to see how they work. One day, while my family was shopping I took apart the washer machine, and couldn't put it back together.

I went to the party and started shooting from different angles and camera movements. I remember my friends making fun of me because they thought I was taking it to seriously. After the party I went back home and started the editing process right away, with two VCR's. That night, I started dreaming about making movies.

Now that I am 28, I still dreaming. There are plenty of factors that have not allowed me to fully express my self, but I don't have anything to complain about. I believe this road that I have walked, has allowed me to experience and learn. I believe I have reach the point of no return, and I am ready to get to the end.

I am not a Writer

I am not a writer, I still questioning why I am blogging. I guess I have a constant need for expression. As you probably know by now, English is my second language, so why to write in English? Well, I dunno, I guess am not really sure, all the “film” projects that I been involve are in English, most of the my movie friends speak English or other language but not Spanish, and I guess I don't want to exclude my circle of co workers ,and friends from this blogsspot, but I plan to write in Spanish also, I am already working in a script.

Getting the Idea

There is too many ideas to make a short film. You can cover all grounds from drama to sci-fi. A short could be some thing really artsy and personal or can be something than anyone can relate to.

I got my idea out of a combination of collected experiences and a joke in a Readers Digest magazine my dad had in the bathroom. The joke is about a boy who buys condoms from a pharmacist, later during dinner at his girlfriend's house, he reliances that the pharmacist is his girlfriend's dad.

Very simple, this is probably a 5 sentence joke, but keep in mid that almost any narrative, story or joke has the tree basic elements of story telling; Beginning, Middle and End.
I had chosen characters, plot and setting out of joke printed in a magazine. I was obviously not trying to be too deep, or at least at the beginning.