Make A Bag Of Popcorn

It's up! Freddie finished Disconnected and it's up!
Click on the poster to go to his youtube channel. It's thirty minutes long so...settle in.

It's funny. I just finished watching it and then I called Freddie and all I could come up with to say was, "It's creepy but I like it."
How lame is that? This man, this BOY, made this movie with one camera and a few lights and anyone he could scrape together to hold the equipment and actors who volunteered their time and he made this sweet (okay, creepy) film and here it is, in the world. It's like he's given birth and I am amazed.
Yes. It's creepy but I like it.
And if you watch it (oh, please do) you'll see Jessie Moon and my house and me, and Owen Provencher (he of the beautiful face) and Brittany and Marcy and my yard and my barn and the shot I told him to do of Owen through a crack in the floor of the loft and the can rolling that Kathleen did less than an hour after her first chemo and the chickens next door and, well, a good, creepy story.

You know, I can't really believe that I got to participate in this project. A year ago, if you had told me that I would be friends with, somewhat-adopted mama of, this GUY who makes films and that he would allow me to be IN them, I would have laughed and laughed and laughed.

I asked Freddie when he was here shooting that cell-phone and clothesline footage how he got started making movie and he told me that when he was eight years old, his grandfather told his daddy that Freddie was shy and that he should get him a camera.
His grandfather died the next day and his daddy DID get him a camera and he began to make short films to entertain his little sister.
This was in Saudi Arabia where movies were outlawed. So he began his movie-making career as an out-law. A child outlaw.


I like that.

I like this movie. It's creepy but I like it.

I hope you do too.