Remember Miss Hotness, from back in the day
Superficially perfect in every which way
Head-turning hot-stuff, in black strapless and heels
looked at you with love, and much lust as she kneeled
unmatched in all nasty, and sexual ways
and you cared not one bit that you’ve ruined the chaise
In less than a month she moved into your space
her tight little body, that beautiful face
SUDDENLY, out of the clear blue sky, she goes off her meds, off the rails and spirals into an unprovoked, ballistic insanity that you have never seen or heard of. Without warning, she ___________ your favorite ___________ all to hell, inducing the closest thing to a heart attack that you have ever felt. And you remember that it was on that day she popped your cherry and showed you parts of crazy town that you never knew existed.
All your friends remember her too , because you shocked every single one of them by staying with her for another year and two months, even after she ___________ with all of your family watching, and now your own__________ can not bear to look at you or return your emails, even though it's been years. Back then, all of your female friends called you "Mr. stupid", but your male buddies never said a word.
Boys know very well, how easily their strict codes of tolerance are bent beyond the laws of nature when extreme hotness is factored into the equation. The basic math you were familiar with now exists as a complex conundrum in the quantum world, where many theories exist but none have yet been proven, and even the smartest people in the room can only be certain of one thing: One never knows just how much crazy one is willing to put up with, when that crazy thing is oh, so damn hot!
This universal anecdote is the obvious and perfect metaphor for anyone that has experience with the Black Magic Cinema Camera lineup. While they truly do produce amazing images, they are reviled for a litany of irritations that cause many budget conscious shooters to think twice about using them. Just 'cuz it's cheap, don't mean it's easy.
HBO's "True Detective" (Season 1 only), and J.J. Abram's "Star Wars" are just two out of many examples I need to remind everyone that film still alive, and is considered the best recording medium in the motion picture industry. And the cameras that do the best job at digitally emulating film stock are the Arri Alexa, and recently, the Sony F65. And yeah, that smells like a strong opinion to me too. But hey man, that's where my standards are set. Everything else is a compromise.
"Great fucking speech, Keith. Now that that's over, would you please join us in the real world?" Of course I can. Because my prime directive is to be supportive and collaborative. Often times the best way to provide that support is to save the epic speech about my high standards for the millions of my imaginary blog readers, and shoot on something "real people" can afford. I'll never stop wanting the Alexa or F65, but as long as the principals and the script are up to par, I'll happily sign on to a low-budget project where the extreme freedom allows for the creation of those precious, reel-making shots.
Thankfully, there are many, many solutions to overcoming adversity, and when shooting with a budget that is less than ideal, the Black Magic Pocket Cinema is high on my list, and completely justified when during a recent commercial shoot, the experienced director, transfixed by the image on my monitor, sang praises about the shots we were getting, and compared the footage to that of the Alexa. And although there are many things about the camera I wish were different, filming in 10-bit RAW and then seeing how absolutely beautiful it looks in DaVinci Resolve, its bundled color-grading software, is enough to make me smile and forget what the hell we were fighting about in the first place.
Furthermore, I don't need a couples therapist to point out to me all of the glaring hallmarks of an dysfunctional relationship, because I knew about all that baggage going in. And that's my whole point: I'll commit to dealing with all the idiosyncrasies, stress and risk associated with shooting with a budget camera that drives me crazy, but only if that camera is capable of interpreting the wavelengths of light that I give it, into a picture of incredible beauty. Hotness trumps headache. Boys will be boys.