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My friends Eyal and Saul entered the New York 48 Hour Film Project for a second year. From 7:30pm on Friday to 7:30pm on Sunday they had to write, shoot, edit, and deliver a short film using a couple of key elements given to every team. It was described to me like this. You go to a bar with your team to get drinks and mingle with all the other filmmakers. Then, the festival organizers give you a key character, key line of dialogue, and a key prop that everyone has to use in their shorts. (Films, not pants.) Which is followed by a drawing whereby each team is assigned a different genre to work in. From that point forward you’re off on your own for the next two days. If you are even a minute late on Sunday, your team is disqualified and you’re spending Sunday night hallucinating from sleep deprivation. This film fest is an incredibly fun and tiring way for local film makers to test their mettle.

Well my friends got the Superhero genre. Something close to any geek’s heart. Though it was unfortunate for Eyal who got the job of editing and doing all the motion graphics for the thing. I believe he slept for 3 hours in that 48 hour period. Really, dude, at the point, what’s the point? Check out what they came up with below.

This year’s key elements were:
Character: Benjamin or Bethany Grimes, Professional Organizer
Prop: Keys
Line of Dialogue: “You’re not going to believe what I just heard.”

The Organizer – NY 48 Hour Film Festival from Eyal Dimant on Vimeo.

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I’ve always loved the idea of Jack Kerouac. The beatnik traveler. Chronicler of stuff. “Hey, Jack Kerouac” is my favorite 10,000 Maniacs song. Beat that! When I moved to Colorado after college, you know, to sow my wild oats, I decided to read On The Road. Seemed like a perfect fit. Neal Cassady, Greg Granito. I wanted to be a writer and this seemed like a good start. There was one problem. I didn’t find it all that interesting. I tried several times to get on the On The Road road, but it never worked. I just didn’t like the book.

Nevertheless, this didn’t change my opinion of Jack Kerouac, the man. I still found him interesting. But I’d forgotten about him. A couple of weeks ago I ran into a guy at a BBQ joint who was Allen Ginsburg’s assistant. Jack’s old pal. It got me thinking about On The Road and finally finishing it. Maybe I didn’t understand it at the time. Maybe I just wanted to read books about sentient robots and wormholes.

And then I read this article in the New York Times. Turns out Jack Kerouac was into baseball. Fantasy baseball. He used to have an entire league of his own design rifling through his brain. This solidified something I already knew. Jack Kerouac would have loved being in my Yahoo! Sports Fantasy Baseball League. And that I dig.

Lets finish On The Road together.

Jack's game.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/16/books/16kero.html

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