Hello, all.
I'm a first-time documentary maker out of Caracas, Venezuela.
Journalism pays the bills, film-making gobbles-up whatever is left
over. My first film is called "Searching for the Revolution", on our
new leftist government's plans for massive land redistribution to the
poor.
My first brush with the D-Word came through reading Jan Rofekamp's
thorough but brutal marketing guide...and I'm still working through
the grieving process that horrible, traumatic experience induces. I
think I'm past denial ("it can't be...it can't be that hard to sell
my film"), past anger ("those bloody TV people are sucking our blood
dry!"), currently wallowing in self-blame ("what the hell was I
thinking embarking on this project without a clear understanding of
the market?!?") and still a few days away from acceptance.
Seriously, though, anyone looking to found a shell-shock victims'
support circles from having read that article, send me an email...
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I'm a first-time documentary maker out of Caracas, Venezuela.
Journalism pays the bills, film-making gobbles-up whatever is left
over. My first film is called "Searching for the Revolution", on our
new leftist government's plans for massive land redistribution to the
poor.
My first brush with the D-Word came through reading Jan Rofekamp's
thorough but brutal marketing guide...and I'm still working through
the grieving process that horrible, traumatic experience induces. I
think I'm past denial ("it can't be...it can't be that hard to sell
my film"), past anger ("those bloody TV people are sucking our blood
dry!"), currently wallowing in self-blame ("what the hell was I
thinking embarking on this project without a clear understanding of
the market?!?") and still a few days away from acceptance.
Seriously, though, anyone looking to found a shell-shock victims'
support circles from having read that article, send me an email...
ft
