Last night I went to get a Thai massage—a thing I sorely missed this past year (no pun intended)—but I couldn't quite relax into it. I caught myself wondering,
is this the calm before another storm? My lady was masked and I wasn't, which I felt squicky about, though I am fully vaxxed. An L.A. friend just warned me that a friend of hers has colleagues who tested positive for Covid despite being vaccinated. That the "summer cold" going around might not be a cold. Revelers beware.
I have not been reveling. For the past month, I've been working long hours script supervising, on a union film set where Covid-safety protocols are strictly enforced. Back in June, all the testing and the daily questionnaires and the N95 masks felt like overkill, but now maybe not so much.
Covid-19, or some other unnamed virus, is a plot point in my feature I'm prepping to start directing in September. I'm interested it mostly as a catalyst. A crisis that alongside global warming strands my lead characters in a kind of dystopian hellscape. WHERE IN THE HELL, the movie is called.
It's a comedy 💀
I don't dwell on the virus in the script, but it's there. So tricky to figure out how to touch on it in a way that won't age badly. Does a key minor character wear a mask early on, to set the stage? Do I reference vaccines, or variants? I've been through several drafts at this point. I'm not trying to hew to the facts per se, but to paint a picture of a believable parallel reality. When I first started writing, I was setting out to explore
what if things got worse instead of better? and the thing is, we don't know yet do we. What if.
For more on the inception of the project, here's the first installment of
The Making of a Micro-Budget Road Movie, a series I'm writing for Pipeline Artists.
A few of you have asked how you can contribute financially. We'll have a donation page up soon, and we're also bringing on a few friendly investors. Please let me know if you'd like more info! I appreciate you all so much.
xoxo,
Laramie