Okay, so I was digging around the internet today, and the name “Steven Spieth” popped up. I got curious. This guy’s a big shot director, right? I figured, why not try to make a little movie of my own, just for kicks? I don’t know anything about making movies, but hey, that’s never stopped me before!
Getting Started
First, I grabbed my phone. That’s my camera, by the way. I’ve seen those fancy cameras they use in Hollywood, but my phone’s good enough for me. Then I needed a story. I looked around my messy apartment and thought, “Why not make a movie about a guy cleaning his room?” Riveting stuff, I know.
Filming
So, I started filming. I walked around, capturing the glorious mess. Dirty clothes? Check. Half-eaten pizza? Double-check. I even got a close-up of a particularly dusty lampshade. I tried to move the phone around smoothly, like I’ve seen in movies. It was kind of shaky, but whatever. I’m no Steven Spieth, after all.
Finding Actors
I needed an actor to play the “guy cleaning his room” role. Guess who I picked? You got it, yours truly. I put on my oldest t-shirt and started cleaning, all while trying to hold the phone steady. Multitasking is not my strong suit, let me tell you. I did get a bit of footage of myself grumbling as I picked up dirty socks. Oscar-worthy performance, if I do say so myself.
Editing (or Lack Thereof)
Now, real filmmakers edit their movies, right? They cut out the boring bits, add music, all that jazz. I watched a couple of YouTube videos about editing, and my brain promptly turned to mush. Too complicated. I decided my movie would be a “raw, unedited masterpiece.” Yeah, that’s it.
The Final Product
After about an hour of “filming” and zero hours of editing, my movie was done. It’s about five minutes of shaky footage of my messy apartment and me half-heartedly cleaning it. It’s not exactly “Jaws,” but it’s something. I watched it and, well, it’s definitely a movie. I wouldn’t recommend it, but it’s a movie.
My Thoughts
Honestly, this whole thing was more work than I expected. Turns out, making movies is tough, even short, terrible ones like mine. Maybe I’ll stick to watching Steven Spieth’s films instead of trying to make my own. But hey, at least my apartment’s a little cleaner now. Small victories, right?
