“Regretting Fish”: Behind the Scenes

 

Take a trip behind the scenes of the making of an Independent Film on a shoe-string budget: “Regretting Fish.” The footage is somewhat sparse but effectively conveys the daunting yet fun task of making cinema, the colorful cast and crew, and the age-old adage regarding a career in Independent Film: “Only the Insane Need Apply.”

Director’s Statement for “Regretting Fish”

While submitting my first picture, Williamsburg, to festivals in 2006, I slowly yet relentlessly became immersed in, and smitten with, the New York City Theatre scene. Since then, I have written and directed ten short and three full-length plays that have gone up on stages around town; consequently, I ended up meeting, working with, and befriending some of the best actors in New York. To this day, 95% of my closest friends are actors with whom I’ve worked over the past five years.
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Add “Williamsburg” to Your Netflix Queue!

In Brooklyn’s hipster mecca of Williamsburg, self-important artists including a writer (Penny Bittone), a painter (Russ Russo) and a budding filmmaker (Evertz Israel Saenz-Perez) passionately pursue their lofty dreams while struggling to achieve the success they crave. With striking black-and-white imagery, this noir comedy from director Brad Saville interweaves the stories of seven complex characters to create a rich tapestry of emotions.

Belated Gratitude to “Regretting Fish” Cast and Crew…

Sitting on the back porch of a rental house over-looking a rather calm Atlantic Ocean in Hilton Head, SC, I find myself doing that which I have been doing for the past six days of a much needed vacation, besides playing lots of golf: building my new web-site.

As a writer and dramatist who has worked his ass off, building one’s own web-site, or, for that matter, supplying information to someone designing one’s web-site, always proves to be, proximately, an exercise in existential angst, and, ultimately, a satisfying, therapeutic, yet bizarre trip to a Cherokee Sweat Lodge.  One is reluctant and indeed confused at first; however, upon exit from the hazy Tee-Pee into the blinding, blanched sunlight of the desert, one enjoys a sense of elightenment, simplicity, and pride.  It forces the hearty artist to string together the beads of their toils, both successful and unsuccessful, sit back, enjoy a cigarette, and look at the ‘official’ story of the past years of their existence.  Much to my mirth, a grateful smile accompanies my smoky exhale.

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