Filmmaking has been a ride that has been unavoidably convoluted and difficult. There are books about it, films about it, there are uncontrollably long blog posts about it. With Dead Film Society it has seemed... different. There’s a lot out there, especially now, but it never seems like too much to sift through.
Maybe there’s a way to sit comfortably and never question what’s put in front of you, but I cannot keep myself from being hyper-critical at all times. It has kept me self-aware and also has been hindering to a lot of just enjoyable evenings at the cinema with (in what turned out to be bad) dates and with the family. Dead Film has that sense of myself. It’s something I can’t apologize for and something I love about myself.
Internalizing things like these is what kept me from getting so far this early. The convoluted, difficult, insanely fun ride has kept me on my toes and kept me from being dragged under from internalized dark sense of demonized anger. That’s about it for me, thanks for getting to know Zach Johnson, director number three.
