I call dibs
Perhaps I have spent too many hours with a camera. Note: camera, not movie camera. I see things “one step at a time”. Well, actually, one step. The idea of producing a movie of any sort leaves me bewildered. So, before we go any further, I’m calling dibs on managing the new movie guy at our house.
Perhaps I’ll get cards printed up proclaiming me as his agent, or his personal impresario. I’m not decided yet. I want the world to acknowledge his talent (probably inherited from me) at the same time that I dream of inheriting riches and fame in our new partnership. Child labour isn’t illegal in Canada, is it? Perhaps he’ll volunteer to support me as the fame and fortune grow around us.
I can think of myself as a venture capitalist; I did bankroll the initial bucket of Lego. I can claim to be the engineer; in fact, I’ll claim to be the whole technical wing of our studio. The “Name To Be Chosen” studio. And I’ll provide security services, together with the dog. That’s what Dads do.
You see, my youngest has had his world wide debut as a film whatever you call the guy that does the whole thing. I have the word “genius” in the back of my mind, but there may be other synonyms. His first public showing was on Youtube over the weekend, and the reviews are very positive. We’ve had feedback from professionals. We’ve had word of mouth publicity. We have a URL for the rest of you: http://youtube.com/watch?v=JulEK8-sTnM
It may seem a little unwieldy, but then again RKO started out as Radio-Keith-Orpheum. Try saying that sixteen times in a row with a bagel in your mouth. In passing, Mom is also proud.
