Posted by: Peter Hall
[You are Entering a wormhole to what may as well be a LiveJournal entry]
That about sums my reaction to a chain of events earlier today that reminded me how terrible I am. First, the preface, in case one or two of you who have yet to listen to me cry into my own glass of Jack: When I was 18 I wrote a horror movie. When I was 19, I tried to make that movie. My woeful lack of preparation was rivaled only by my lack of talent. There is no disputing the validity of its failure, only the magnitude of its retardation is up for grabs.
All the same, I still hold that it was a story worth telling, worth filming. It has become my white whale. I think about it every single day. I’ve rewritten it 3 times in my head. This last take, the one so close to being put back on paper, works, though. I couldn’t be more excited about wanting to make the movie, but I just keep putting it off, keep finding things to do in my spare time other than rewrite THE LAN. Which is inexcusably stupid considering one of the actors originally involved wants to throw at least 30 grand at a remake next year.
But I’ve never felt more confident that one day this site will host a trailer for a final, legit production of THE LAN than I have as I type this. And the reason? I found out someone else is working on a LAN party horror movie.