Andrew Gingerich

Filmmaker/Educator

About

Andrew Gin­gerich is a film­mak­er whose work explores notions of fam­i­ly, dis­so­ci­at­ed iden­ti­ties, region­al alle­giances, and the bound­aries of fic­tion. He lives and teach­es in Michi­gan’s Upper Peninsula.

Lighting with less

  • 9 min­utes – HD Video for online course – Color
  • My role: Instructor

Some approach­es to light­ing for film stu­dents who are iso­lat­ing at home with­out access to movie lights, using the sun and a vari­ety of house­hold light sources.

Better sound

  • 11 min­utes – HD Video for online course – Color
  • My role: Instructor

A quick overview of how to improve the qual­i­ty of sound record­ings made with phones, built-in mics, and pock­et recorders.

This is anoth­er online demo for my Film 118 stu­dents at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Wisconsin–Milwaukee, when COVID-19 iso­la­tion mea­sures drove the course online-only. My stu­dents lost access to Uni­ver­si­ty equip­ment halfway through the semes­ter, which meant that many of them had to com­plete the course using only a smart­phone and with­out access to audio recorders or micro­phones. In this video, I want­ed to demon­strate a few ways stu­dents could get bet­ter-qual­i­ty sound from the low-qual­i­ty micro­phones built into their cam­eras, phones, and oth­er devices.

I men­tion a cou­ple audio recorders in the video…

  • The Tas­cam DR-05X
  • The Zoom H1n – They’re closed for Passover until lat­er this week, but as of mid-April 2020, B&H has a great deal on the gray Zoom H1n, mak­ing it com­pa­ra­ble in price to the Tas­cam DR-05X (fol­low this link and then click “Gray” under the col­or options).

Junk drawer camera rigs

  • 9 min­utes – HD Video for online course – Color
  • My role: Instructor

A crash course in life with­out a tripod.

I made this video for my Film 118 stu­dents at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Wisconsin–Milwaukee when COVID-19 iso­la­tion mea­sures drove the course online-only. My stu­dents lost access to Uni­ver­si­ty equip­ment halfway through the semes­ter, which meant that many of them had to com­plete the course using only a smart­phone and with­out the aid of a tri­pod. I put togeth­er this video to give them so ideas about how to inven­tive­ly mar­shal the lim­it­ed tools avail­able to them.

A guide to working with less-than-ideal equipment

The best cam­era is the one that’s with you.

Right now, social dis­tanc­ing due to COVID-19 means that many of you have lim­it­ed access to film equip­ment, but there are many sit­u­a­tions where it’s nec­es­sary to impro­vise with what­ev­er equip­ment is available.

Some of you do not have access to a DSLR; this is not a prob­lem! Some of the most influ­en­tial movies in the his­to­ry of cin­e­ma remain those that were made using a wood box with a crank on the side. Great movies have been shot with a con­sumer cam­corders and phones. This guide is designed to help you get the most out of those devices, to gain man­u­al con­trol over them to the extent pos­si­ble, and to think about the assets and advan­tages of these idio­syn­crat­ic cam­eras rather than their limitations.

Smartphones

If your phone was made in the last 3–4 years, it has a remark­ably high-qual­i­ty cam­era, even by dig­i­tal cin­e­ma stan­dards. The prob­lem with phone cam­eras is that they are designed to be com­plete­ly automatic—to make all the deci­sions of focus and expo­sure for you. We know that this is a bad idea! But there are ways to exer­cise more con­trol over your built-in camera.

iPhone

I’m using an iPhone XS with iOS 13, and its avail­able set­tings may dif­fer from your phone. But they should be sim­i­lar enough that you can fol­low along—iPhones have had very good cam­eras for the last 10 years, so the odds are that if you have an iPhone, you can shoot sharp, vivid, emi­nent­ly usable video with it.

Screenshot: iOS camera settings

Before we do any­thing else, take a trip to your set­tings, and scroll down until you see “Cam­era.” Now, take a look at the “Record Video” sub­menu.

Screenshot: iOS "Record Video" submenu

This lists the avail­able frame rates and res­o­lu­tions for shoot­ing video with the native cam­era app. You can see I have mine set to 4K/​24p because it’s the only 24 fps option my phone sup­ports, but should I need to, I can go down to 720p/​30 or all the way up to 4K/​60p.

My cam­era can record slow-motion video, up to 240fps! I haven’t played with this much, but it pro­vides some inter­est­ing possibilities.

Under the “For­mats” sub­menu, I can choose between the “High Effi­cien­cy” codec (HEVC) or the “Most Com­pat­i­ble” codec (H.264). I’ve suc­cess­ful­ly edit­ed HEVC footage in Pre­miere and DaVin­ci Resolve on my Mac, but if you’re edit­ing on a Win­dows machine, you may want to switch this to “Most Com­pat­i­ble” to avoid com­pat­i­bil­i­ty problems.

Taking video

The built-in iPhone cam­era app is very sim­ple, but it does allow some semi-man­u­al con­trols, using a tap-to-focus interface.

Open up the cam­era app. To get into video mode, swipe left until “VIDEO” is high­light­ed in yellow.

Tap and hold on the part of the image you want to focus on until the mes­sage “AE/​AF LOCK” appears on screen, then tap and drag up and down to adjust the exposure.

I haven’t found a way to adjust white bal­ance in the native app, so you’re kind of stuck with what­ev­er the auto white bal­ance gives you. Remem­ber that if it’s close, you can use Pre­miere or Resolve to dial in the appro­pri­ate col­or settings.

Once you have your frame/​focus/​exposure set, push the red cir­cle but­ton to start record­ing. Push the red square to stop.

Transferring files to your computer

Screenshot: AirDrop

If you have a Mac, the eas­i­est way to trans­fer files is prob­a­bly to Air­Drop them to your­self. Make sure you have Air­Drop enabled on your com­put­er and your phone, then open up the “Pho­tos” app on your phone. Open the clip you want to trans­fer, tap the share but­ton on the bot­tom left, and then tap the Air­Drop icon. You should then be able to select your computer—you may need to approve the trans­fer from your computer—and then the file will trans­fer to your Down­loads folder.

If you have a Win­dows machine or can’t use Air­Drop, you can also trans­fer files via USB, but the process is a lit­tle more complicated.

Once you get the video files on your com­put­er, you can edit them in Pre­miere or your edit­ing soft­ware of choice. Remem­ber to use appro­pri­ate file structure!

Android phone

I don’t have an Android handy to walk through this in detail (and process­es will vary based on the make of your phone), but the shoot­ing process should be sim­i­lar to the instruc­tions for iPhone.

Transferring files to your computer

You can trans­fer files from your phone to your Win­dows or Mac com­put­er over USB using the free Android File Trans­fer app. You may need to do a lit­tle dig­ging in the fold­er struc­ture to find your videos; if you use a third-par­ty app like Filmic Pro, the videos will save inside the fold­er for that app.

Shoot horizontal video

Unless you have a very spe­cif­ic rea­son to shoot ver­ti­cal video, turn your phone side­ways to shoot in stan­dard widescreen format.

Avoid using the selfie camera

The front-fac­ing cam­era on your phone is low­er res­o­lu­tion, and some­times does not offer as many man­u­al con­trols. Avoid it unless absolute­ly necessary.

Take advantage of different lens lengths, if you have them

My iPhone’s stan­dard cam­era is pret­ty wide-angle for film­mak­ing pur­pos­es (equiv­a­lent to a 26mm lens on a DSLR), but I have a sec­ond tele­pho­to lens that’s equiv­a­lent to a 52mm lens, which ren­ders close-ups much more nat­u­ral­ly. In my stock cam­era app, I just tap the “1x” but­ton to switch to tele­pho­to mode.

For this exam­ple, I stayed in the same place and took two dif­fer­ent shots: one with my default lens, one with my tele­pho­to lens, to demon­strate the magnification:

Using telephoto lenses to change perspective

Screenshot: close-up of cat at standard zoom
Here’s a close-up of my love­ly assis­tant, shot with my default lens. Notice that the per­spec­tive is dis­tort­ed, pro­duc­ing an almost fish­eye result.
Screenshot: close-up of cat at 2x zoom
For this shot, I switched to my tele­pho­to lens and stepped back a few feet to get a sim­i­lar fram­ing. Notice that the per­spec­tive feels much less distorted.

Your cam­era may also have a super-wide-angle lens for extreme wide-angle wack­i­ness! Worth exper­i­ment­ing with, if you have the option!

Full manual control: Filmic Pro

Screenshot: Filmic Pro

If you’re will­ing to spend a few bucks ($15, which is steep for a phone app, but I’ve found is worth it), Filmic Pro, avail­able for both Android and iOS, gives you man­u­al con­trol over your expo­sure (ISO and shut­ter speed only; phones don’t have a vari­able aper­ture), white bal­ance, audio lev­els, even your res­o­lu­tion and frame rate. If you want your phone to behave like a dig­i­tal cin­e­ma cam­era, this is the best avail­able option.

I’m not going to include a guide here because there’s just so much in the app, but it’s well doc­u­ment­ed on their web­site: Sup­port page | Quick start guide | User man­u­al | Tuto­r­i­al videos

Camcorder

If you hap­pen to have access to a cam­corder (e.g. a Sony Handy­cam or sim­i­lar) that shoots dig­i­tal video, don’t under­es­ti­mate its capa­bil­i­ties! Most new-ish cam­corders have good sen­sors, excel­lent lens­es with vari­able aper­tures, and may fea­ture opti­cal image sta­bi­liza­tion and full man­u­al exposure.

If you want to shoot with a cam­corder, your first step should be to find the man­u­al. (Most man­u­fac­tur­ers make their man­u­als avail­able online; Google your camera’s make and mod­el and you’ll prob­a­bly find something).

You’ll want to find out how to:

  • Adjust your frame rate and resolution 

If you can, avoid shoot­ing in an inter­laced for­mat like 1080i or 480i. A pro­gres­sive for­mat like 1080p/​720p will be far eas­i­er to edit.

  • Man­u­al­ly con­trol your exposure 

Some cam­eras may com­bine every­thing into a sin­gle “expo­sure” con­trol, but if you’re lucky, your cam­era will give you indi­vid­ual con­trol over shut­ter speed, aper­ture, and ISO/​gain.

  • Man­u­al­ly con­trol your focus
  • Man­u­al­ly set your white balance
  • Dis­able “dig­i­tal zoom” functionality 

Dig­i­tal zoom arti­fi­cial­ly enlarges your image, pro­duc­ing pix­e­la­tion, alias­ing, and oth­er unfor­tu­nate arti­facts. Dis­able it if you can.

Webcam

Screenshot: webcam recording

If all else fails, you have a cam­era in your lap­top that you can use to record video. These cam­eras only allow for auto­mat­ic expo­sure and white bal­ance, and are often cal­i­brat­ed to focus only on sub­jects about 2–3 feet away. Because of this, they are extra­or­di­nar­i­ly lim­it­ed. Kind of excit­ing, isn’t it? What can you make under such strict lim­i­ta­tions? How can you sub­vert your webcam’s intend­ed purpose?

Recording from your webcam: Mac OS

You may be tempt­ed to use Pho­to Booth, but there is a bet­ter way! Open the Quick­Time Play­er appli­ca­tion and select File > New Movie Record­ing.

Screenshot: QuickTime webcam settings

A win­dow will pop up that shows you a live pre­view of your web­cam. Click the lit­tle down arrow next to the record but­ton and make sure that the qual­i­ty is set to “Max­i­mum.”

You may notice that the image gets a lit­tle flick­ery if the fram­ing or light­ing changes. If your expo­sure is too light or too dark, try nudg­ing around the frame a lit­tle bit to get the auto expo­sure to change to some­thing more desirable.

Click the red cir­cle to start record­ing; click it again to stop.

Once you’ve stopped the record­ing, you can review it. If you like it, select File > Save to save the record­ing to a Quick­Time file. Again, be sure to fol­low prop­er fold­er hierarchy!

Accord­ing to my exper­i­ments using a Mac­Book Pro run­ning OS 10.15, this pro­duces 720p ProRes 422 video files with a 16kHz mono audio track and the tru­ly infu­ri­at­ing frame rate of 29.1 fps. But it’s a video, it looks pret­ty good, and Pre­miere can edit it!

Recording from your webcam: Windows 10

You can record video from your web­cam on Win­dows 10 using the Cam­era app. I don’t have a Win­dows machine handy to test this out, but here’s a tuto­r­i­al.

Recording Sound

The voice mem­os app on your phone is a great way to record audio if you have no oth­er choice. The only short­com­ing is that I haven’t been able to find any audio record­ing app for iOS or Android that allows for man­u­al gain con­trol, so you’ll have to make do with auto levels.

As with any oth­er micro­phone, the most impor­tant thing is to get your micro­phone as close to the audio source as pos­si­ble. If you’re record­ing voiceover, that’s easy! Just hold up your phone and talk direct­ly into the micro­phone (from a few inch­es away, to avoid plosives/​mouth noises).

But you can also use a phone the way we talked about using a ded­i­cat­ed audio recorder, to record sync sound! This is great if your cam­era is far away but you still want to record clean dialogue—conceal your phone some­where just out of shot and start record­ing, then start your cam­era and clap your hands to pro­vide a ref­er­ence point so that you can syn­chro­nize audio and video once you import the files into Premiere.

Advanced recording/​editing on your phone

iOS: Though pri­mar­i­ly designed for music, Garage­Band gives you some more advanced con­trols for voice record­ing, audio pro­cess­ing, and mul­ti­track edit­ing, and may pro­duce bet­ter-qual­i­ty record­ings than the stock Voice Mem­os app.

Android: Auphon­ic Edit is a great audio record­ing and edit­ing app.

Editing video

Adobe Creative Cloud

Adobe offers edu­ca­tion­al dis­counts on Cre­ative Cloud subscriptions.

DaVinci Resolve

If you pre­fer a dif­fer­ent edit­ing expe­ri­ence, DaVin­ci Resolve is a free, full-fea­tured edit­ing pro­gram for Win­dows, Mac, and Lin­ux. It’s a lit­tle tricky to pick up if you’re famil­iar with Pre­miere (and it may not run on old­er or low­er-specced com­put­ers), but it’s a very reward­ing way to edit once you’ve learned how!

Editing video on your phone

Com­pared to edit­ing on a com­put­er, edit­ing video on the tiny touch­screen of a phone or tablet can be a pret­ty frus­trat­ing expe­ri­ence. But it is possible!

iMovie

If you’re using an iPhone, Apple’s free iMovie app for iOS is quite full-fea­tured, and should allow you to do even mod­er­ate­ly-com­plex edits on your phone. Here’s a detailed tuto­r­i­al.

Once your edit is done (tap “Done” at the top left), you can tap the share but­ton and select “Save Video” to export a Quick­Time video file that you can then trans­fer to your com­put­er or upload to a video shar­ing site like YouTube or Vimeo.

Premiere Rush

Adobe’s free Pre­miere Rush app for iOS and Android allows you to edit video and export videos, although it lim­its you to three exports unless you have a Cre­ative Cloud sub­scrip­tion (not sure if the afore­men­tioned stu­dent license works), or you can pay a $5 month­ly fee for unlim­it­ed exports. Booooo.

Other considerations

Lighting

Just because you don’t have pur­pose-built film lights doesn’t mean you can’t con­trol the light­ing of your envi­ron­ment! You’ve got lamps… com­put­er screens… the sun… here are some things to consider:

  • Start by turn­ing out all the lights. Usu­al­ly, flu­o­res­cent or ceil­ing-mount­ed lights pro­duce kind of ugly results.
  • Move lamps around to achieve dif­fer­ent light­ing effects.
  • Use white bed­sheets or poster board to bounce/​soften sunlight
  • Flash­lights can be sur­pris­ing­ly use­ful tools for adding a lit­tle light in a very spe­cif­ic spot.

Camera support

If you don’t have a tri­pod, think about oth­er things you can mount your cam­era to. This is par­tic­u­lar­ly easy and fun if you’re shoot­ing on a smart­phone! A lit­tle mask­ing tape, some string, a cou­ple rub­ber bands, etc. can help you attach your phone to a shelf, a chair… maybe the end of a broom han­dle, for a dra­mat­ic jib shot!

Cast

If you’re iso­lat­ing with your fam­i­ly, I bet they’re incred­i­bly bored. Recruit them to be your actors! If you’re on your own, think about inter­est­ing ways to shoot footage of yourself.

Think about social con­nec­tions in this time of phys­i­cal iso­la­tion. Can you tell a sto­ry that involves actors con­nect­ing via video chat? (In addi­tion to record­ing your web­cam, Quick­Time Play­er can record your desk­top)

Being forced to work entire­ly on your own can be very restrict­ing, but it can also be free­ing. I made this film, The Depo­si­tion of Lawrence Pat­ter­son, over the course of a few late nights many years ago, while every­one else in the house was asleep. Apart from a lit­tle light­ing help from a friend one night I did all the pro­duc­tion, act­ing and edit­ing entire­ly on my own, using my Canon T2i and a few lamps I found around the house. The result is… unpol­ished, but it was also deeply sat­is­fy­ing to make.

This is all to say: be open to the cre­ative pos­si­bil­i­ties of soli­tary work. Oth­er modes of solo film­mak­ing could include:

  • Man­i­festo films
  • Per­son­al essays
  • Aut­ofic­tion
  • Tele­phone dramas
  • Non­lin­ear self-deceptions
  • Dream reen­act­ments
  • Mys­ter­ies of inan­i­mate objects
  • Video let­ters
  • Imag­ined misdeeds

Give your­self per­mis­sion to be less ambi­tious; to make work on a small­er scale. What is the small­est, sim­plest film you can make that still says what you want it to say?

Diversity statement

I believe in the impor­tance of art as a social good, and in the val­ue of its acces­si­bil­i­ty to all people.

Like most of our world, the film indus­try was built on a foun­da­tion of dis­crim­i­na­tion, and that sys­temic bias con­tin­ues today. Film sets and pro­duc­tion offices can be par­tic­u­lar­ly unfriend­ly places for women, peo­ple of col­or, and mem­bers of the LGBTQ+ com­mu­ni­ty; I’ve lost count, for instance, of my female friends who have aban­doned careers in tech­ni­cal film pro­duc­tion because they felt so exclud­ed on set. Their departure—and the depar­tures of those who have had sim­i­lar experiences—is a dev­as­tat­ing loss to an indus­try that is infu­ri­at­ing­ly slow to change. Fem­i­nism is not only for women; race jus­tice is not only for peo­ple of col­or; equal­i­ty is not only for the oppressed. Mak­ing art and build­ing class­rooms that embrace and cel­e­brate diver­si­ty ben­e­fits us all by invit­ing us to par­tic­i­pate in a world that is larg­er and more com­plex than our­selves and our own experiences.

This isn’t just a ques­tion of encour­ag­ing diver­si­ty in the pro­duc­tion process, either: issues of rep­re­sen­ta­tion spill over into course design. Although I do my best to screen work by artists out­side of the insti­tu­tion­al­ly select­ed cin­e­mat­ic canon, the fact remains that most film­mak­ers who have seen sig­nif­i­cant mate­r­i­al suc­cess (in Hol­ly­wood, but also in inde­pen­dent and avant-garde film) are a dis­tinct­ly homoge­nous bunch. This is some­thing stu­dents can and should be dis­cussing with their peers in class, and those dis­cus­sions intro­duce a host of questions:

  • How should we appre­ci­ate the gen­uine­ly valu­able works of these film­mak­ers, know­ing that their suc­cess came at the expense of oth­er artists who were sys­tem­at­i­cal­ly silenced by insti­tu­tion­al discrimination?
  • What do our aes­thet­ic pref­er­ences tell us about our­selves? Are the aes­thet­ic pref­er­ences of the con­tem­po­rary film indus­try and audi­ence inher­ent­ly prej­u­diced against cer­tain identities?
  • How do these con­cerns illu­mi­nate greater issues in our soci­ety at large?
  • What is our respon­si­bil­i­ty as artists mak­ing work today?

I don’t often explic­it­ly intro­duce such dis­cus­sion top­ics because I find my stu­dents are more will­ing to engage with them if they arise organ­i­cal­ly, from oth­er conversations—which they fre­quent­ly do. In those sit­u­a­tions, my respon­si­bil­i­ty is to step back, make some room in the sched­ule to accom­mo­date what usu­al­ly becomes a much longer dis­cus­sion, and occa­sion­al­ly ask a guid­ing or clar­i­fy­ing ques­tion. This con­tent can be dif­fi­cult to cov­er, par­tic­u­lar­ly for stu­dents of priv­i­lege who haven’t yet had to con­front the ways in which their advan­tages might come at a cost to oth­ers, but engag­ing with these prob­lems as ear­ly as pos­si­ble in their aca­d­e­m­ic careers has the poten­tial to make them more mind­ful citizens—not only in the con­text of their art prac­tice and edu­ca­tion, but also in their lives more broadly.

Of course, there are more direct ways I try to make my class­es more wel­com­ing to stu­dents who may have felt exclud­ed in the past. My expe­ri­ences teach­ing at a com­mu­ni­ty col­lege and an access uni­ver­si­ty have giv­en me ample oppor­tu­ni­ties to work with a diverse pop­u­la­tion of stu­dents who often need addi­tion­al sup­port to suc­ceed in class: some­thing as sim­ple as allow­ing some flex­i­bil­i­ty in assign­ment due dates and build­ing in-process cri­tiques and con­fer­ences into long-term assign­ment sched­ules can make a world of dif­fer­ence in the aca­d­e­m­ic tra­jec­to­ries of non­tra­di­tion­al stu­dents who work or have fam­i­lies to care for, and for incom­ing first-gen­er­a­tion stu­dents who don’t have a frame of ref­er­ence for exact­ly what is expect­ed of them in college.

As should be the case, this work is nev­er done. In addi­tion to mak­ing my cours­es more acces­si­ble to non­tra­di­tion­al and first-gen­er­a­tion stu­dents, I hope to find ways to fur­ther decol­o­nize my approach to teach­ing, rely less on lec­ture, and encour­age adven­tur­ous col­lab­o­ra­tion between students.

The Back of a Painting

FADE IN:

INT. MURIEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

A painting hangs from a twisted picture wire, facing the wall: canvas stretched over wood, with a few errant drops of paint. No identifying information.

We can't see much in the dark--NOAH and MURIEL murmur indistinctly in the shadows. They kiss, and murmur some more. Only the occasional phrase is discernible.

NOAH

Why is it--?

MURIEL

Because it's just for me. I turn it around like that whenever I have anyone over.

Rustling, in the dark. They are almost invisible.

MURIEL

It's my only possession.

NOAH

Oh? What about...?

Muriel laughs.

MURIEL

Just stuff.

NOAH

Just stuff.

MURIEL

Yeah. It's the only thing I have that--it was made only for me.

NOAH

Oh.

They kiss.

NOAH

Can I see it?

Muriel doesn't answer. They kiss again.

LATER

Noah sits on the edge of the bed and dresses perfunctorily.

Muriel is asleep in bed, facing away from him.

EXT. MURIEL'S APARTMENT

Noah stands by the closed door, finishing a cigarette. He looks up at the moon.

There's a distant sound swirling in the night sky.

He crushes the cigarette under his shoe, then turns to go back inside...

...but he's locked out.

He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text, then trudges off to his car.

INT. MURIEL'S BEDROOM

Muriel's phone buzzes once and lights up the room for a few seconds. She rolls over in bed.

INT. NOAH'S CAR

Noah drives in silence, his headlights punching two bright cones into the dense night.

Noah's phone rings over the car's speakers, and a number pops up on the car's infotainment screen: MURIEL. He answers.

NOAH

Hey. Sorry to ditch out on you, I didn't want to wake you up.

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

No, it's okay.

The lulls in the conversation are oppressively silent.

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

Listen... I just want to be honest with you.

NOAH

What do you mean?

Muriel sighs.

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

The sex. ... I mean, I wasn't having sex with you.

Noah laughs. Muriel laughs too, but she sounds strained. Guilty.

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

No. I wasn't! I was... I was fucking someone else. ... You were just the one who was there.

NOAH

...oh.

Traffic lights emerge from the dark and swoop past the car in dizzying rhythm.

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

...I had a really good time...

NOAH

Yeah. Me too.

INT. NOAH'S KITCHEN

RYAN sits at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

The deadbolt flips open and Noah enters, nodding a silent greeting to Ryan.

RYAN

How was the date?

Noah tries to formulate an answer. Ryan reaches over to the counter and grabs an empty mug.

RYAN

I mean, it must've gone okay, what time is it?

NOAH

It was... I don't know. It was good, I guess.

Ryan pours Noah a cup of coffee and pushes it across the table toward Noah.

Noah hesitates for a moment, then takes the bait and sits down.

NOAH

How are you? I feel like we haven't talked in a really long time.

RYAN

Oh, poor. Tired. You know what?

NOAH

What?

RYAN

Now that I think about it, I'm actually really unhappy. About pretty much everything.

NOAH

Oh. Sorry.

RYAN

It's whatever. I think it's probably okay.

NOAH

You sure?

RYAN

I got a new phone.

LATER

Noah sits in the dark, still sipping his coffee. Ryan is nowhere to be seen.

Through the window across from him, something flickers in the dark distance. Heat lightning, maybe.

He finishes the coffee and gazes at the sediment in the bottom of the mug.

INT. THE CORNER - DAY

A nondescript neighborhood bar, of the type that proliferate in Milwaukee. Not a lot of business, mid-day. Noah stands at the far end of the bar, washing glasses.

Muriel enters and sits at the other end of the bar. She glances expectantly over at Noah, but he doesn't seem to notice her.

Eventually, she speaks up.

MURIEL

She doesn't love him.

Noah pours a drink and walks it down to her.

MURIEL

He's just with her because it's easy.

NOAH

I don't really want to hear about it.

She accepts the drink wordlessly.

INT. MURIEL'S BEDROOM - LATER

Noah is in bed with Muriel again.

He can't help but notice that she isn't looking at him. Her eyes drift up to the ceiling instead.

He tries not to think about it, but he can't help himself.

NOAH

What was his name?

MURIEL

What?

NOAH

His name. Tell me.

MURIEL

John...

NOAH

You can call me his name. If you want.

For the first time, her eyes meet his.

MURIEL

Oh... John...

MORNING

Noah opens his eyes. He squints, watching the world smear and blur, then opens them again.

MURIEL

Good morning...

NOAH

Hey...

Her face streaks into abstraction as Noah squints at her.

MURIEL

I'm just gonna move to a different state. Start over. Start fresh. It's like, too many bad memories in this place. You know?

Noah doesn't say anything.

MURIEL

Los Angeles.

NOAH

Is that where he is?

MURIEL

Since last summer.

The picture still faces the wall. Noah squints at it.

Muriel notices him.

MURIEL

It's still just for me.

NOAH

Okay.

MURIEL

It's only ever for me.

NOAH

Okay.

MURIEL

It's important.

INT. NOAH'S KITCHEN

NOAH

I kind of like it. Not just because the sex is better when she calls me John, but also because I like feeling how much she loves him.

RYAN

Sure, sure, I can see... that...

NOAH

Not like I am him exactly, not like she loves me exactly, but like I'm a part of it.

RYAN

And I guess you get to be someone else for a while, that's probably nice.

BLACK SCREEN

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

Hi, John!

Noah hesitates, then decides to play along.

NOAH (ON PHONE)

...hi!

MURIEL (ON PHONE)

Doing anything tonight?

NOAH (ON PHONE)

What's up?

INT. MURIEL'S BEDROOM - EVENING

Muriel digs through her closet while Noah tries on a shirt. It's a bit too small for him.

NOAH

The sleeves are a little short...

She emerges from the closet with a hoodie and takes an appraising look at him.

MURIEL

It's not bad.

She tosses him the hoodie.

MURIEL

Let's go!

INT. RESTAURANT

Noah and Muriel sit across from each other in a cozy restaurant, finishing their dinner.

They don't speak, but it's a companionable silence.

ANGIE is heading for the exit when she spots Muriel and changes course.

ANGIE

Muriel?

MURIEL

Oh my gosh, Angie!

They hug.

ANGIE

It's been so long! How are you?

MURIEL

You've met John, right?

Noah smiles.

ANGIE

Oh... is...?

MURIEL

What's wrong?

ANGIE

Didn't you used to date...?

MURIEL

No, no, this is him!

Angie's smile falters.

ANGIE

Oh...

MURIEL

What have you been up to?

NOAH (V.O.)

I never felt about anybody the way she feels about John. Maybe that's sad, I don't know. But at least I can help her by being John as much as I can.

RYAN (V.O.)

I put the rent check on the fridge.

INT. MURIEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Muriel is fast asleep. Noah lies awake next to her.

He stares at the still-hidden painting.

NOAH (V.O.)

I guess I’d never been in love with anyone. Except maybe Muriel, now. But it wasn’t the usual kind of love. It was the kind of love that was on the back of a painting, not the front.

INT. MURIEL'S APARTMENT - DAY

Noah watches Muriel butcher a pineapple.

MURIEL

I'm gonna end that marriage.

She’s really going after it. She doesn’t seem to have much of a plan.

MURIEL

I can do it.

NOAH (V.O.)

It was tough because she was mad at John, but she was also mad at me, because I was John, and she was also mad at me because I wasn't John, not to the degree that she needed me to be.

NOAH

How can I help?

THE NEXT DAY

Muriel's apartment is practically empty. She shoves clothes into her suitcase. The painting--still facing backwards--still hangs on the wall.

Noah stands back and watches.

MURIEL

I told Leroy I'd have everything out by the end of the week. Can you just leave the key under the mat once you have the place cleared out?

NOAH

Yeah.

Muriel looks up at the otherwise-empty wall.

There's no way this painting will fit in her suitcase.

NOAH

I can send it to you, once you have an address...

Muriel shakes her head.

CUT TO:

LATER

Noah hangs back and watches as Muriel sloppily wraps the frame in birthday gift wrap, then throws the rest of the roll in the trash.

MURIEL

You can have it. Just promise.

NOAH

I promise.

INT. NOAH'S BEDROOM

Noah ties a rag around his head to form a makeshift blindfold. He looks around the room, checking to ensure that he can't see anything.

Now safely blindfolded, he pounds a nail into his wall. It goes surprisingly well, given his blindness.

He lays the painting face-down on the floor and removes the wrapping paper.

He lifts the painting up, presses it face-first against the wall, and hooks the picture wire over the nail.

He takes a careful step back, then unties his blindfold to inspect his handiwork.

He steps up to the painting, straightens it a touch, then steps back again to gaze at it.

NOAH (V.O.)

I guess some part of me doesn't want to know.

ANOTHER TIME

Noah sits across from the painting, a plate of food in his lap.

He eats while watching the painting, the way he might watch TV.

The door is half-open, but Ryan knocks anyway before poking his head in.

RYAN

I have something to show you.

NOAH

Hm?

RYAN

Come with me.

INT. RYAN'S CAR

Ryan drives through darkened city streets. Streetlights swoop down at them as they drive past.

Noah's window is down. He stares out into the dark, wind blowing into his face.

The radio is off. Neither of them speaks.

EXT. LAKE MICHIGAN - NIGHT

Ryan's car is parked in a deserted lot by the lake.

Noah and Ryan sit side by side on the trunk, staring out at the dim horizon, listening more than looking.

Quiet at first, but growing gradually louder, something--or things--swirl and shriek over the lake.

There might be a bright, aurora-like wisp accompanying the sounds, or it might be nothing at all.

RYAN

My dad used to bring me out here all the time.

Noah smiles. This is the most like himself he's ever felt.

NOAH

Do you think they're really ghosts?

Ryan takes a bite of his sandwich.

RYAN

What else would they be?

CUT TO BLACK.

THE END

Teaching philosophy

There’s an argu­ment amongst film­mak­ers that a film degree isn’t “worth it:” a stu­dent could use the mon­ey they would oth­er­wise spend on tuition to rent film equip­ment and teach them­selves how to use it. This argu­ment makes some sense but pre­sup­pos­es that a film education’s worth lies in equip­ment access and tech­ni­cal training.

I entered film school in pur­suit of tech­ni­cal skills, but my sev­en years of study and five years of teach­ing have shown me the greater val­ue of expo­sure to a group of peers and col­lab­o­ra­tors, immer­sion in crit­i­cal dis­cus­sions about film and art, and the expec­ta­tion of a con­tin­u­ous cre­ative prac­tice. I couldn’t have sought those things out on my own because I didn’t know I need­ed them.

It’s rel­a­tive­ly easy to teach some­one how to make a movie, but a filmmaker’s under­stand­ing of why they make their art is much more mean­ing­ful. In my class­es, I strive to bal­ance the tech­ni­cal instruc­tion stu­dents expect and the crit­i­cal con­text they may not know they need. Often that con­text is found by peel­ing apart lay­ers of sub­text and meta­text that define a film’s artis­tic and social sig­nif­i­cance. I urge my stu­dents to con­sid­er what films are about: what they’re try­ing to say, and what they might acci­den­tal­ly be say­ing with­out mean­ing to. We can learn a lot by ask­ing these ques­tions of our work, and by apply­ing the same crit­i­cal­i­ty to the films we screen in class, we can under­stand them in entire­ly new ways.

Cin­e­ma is steeped in the same bias­es that shape our soci­ety. I’m uncom­fort­able with the over­whelm­ing­ly white‑, straight‑, male-ness of the cin­e­mat­ic canon and I do my best to screen work by con­stituents of var­i­ous minori­ties, but the fact remains that most suc­cess­ful film­mak­ers (in Hol­ly­wood, but also in inde­pen­dent and avant-garde film) are a dis­tinct­ly homoge­nous bunch. This is some­thing stu­dents can and should con­tend with in class, and it intro­duces a host of ques­tions. How should we appre­ci­ate impor­tant and inno­v­a­tive art­work made at the expense of artists who were sys­tem­at­i­cal­ly silenced by insti­tu­tion­al dis­crim­i­na­tion? Are the aes­thet­ic pref­er­ences of the con­tem­po­rary film indus­try and audi­ence inher­ent­ly prej­u­diced against cer­tain identities?

Finding value in structured critique

Cri­tiques are an imper­fect prac­tice, but also an essen­tial step in the cre­ative process. Offer­ing and receiv­ing con­struc­tive cri­tique is per­haps the most impor­tant foun­da­tion­al ele­ment of any cre­ative edu­ca­tion. Most incom­ing stu­dents are uncom­fort­able par­tic­i­pat­ing in open-end­ed cri­tique ses­sions, so I encour­age the use of a framework—a sim­ple pro­ce­dure to facil­i­tate dis­cus­sion that doesn’t rely on a com­plex set of rules.

With few excep­tions, a work of art must stand on its own with­out the artist inter­ven­ing to explain their inten­tions or their process. To this end, the Crit­i­cal Friends Group mod­el is a use­ful start­ing point. In my sim­pli­fied imple­men­ta­tion, stu­dents present their work to the class with­out pro­logue, apol­o­gy, or expla­na­tion, then lis­ten while the class dis­cuss­es the work as they encoun­tered it—things they liked, ques­tions they had, ways the piece could be improved—and only at the end of the cri­tique does the pre­sen­ter direct­ly engage with the group, usu­al­ly to ask and answer clar­i­fy­ing ques­tions. This approach ensures that nobody feels the cri­tique is a ref­er­en­dum on the pre­sent­ing stu­dent, and it encour­ages tac­i­turn (or sleepy) cri­tique groups to grap­ple direct­ly with the work in greater detail.

The possibilities of radical collaboration

Much of my research relates to what I call “rad­i­cal col­lab­o­ra­tion,” an abject ded­i­ca­tion to the process of mak­ing work joint­ly with oth­er artists, and an exu­ber­ant rejec­tion of any claim to indi­vid­ual author­ship of that work. My own for­ays into rad­i­cal col­lab­o­ra­tion allow me to escape my cus­tom­ary prac­tice and con­tribute to work dras­ti­cal­ly dif­fer­ent from the work I usu­al­ly make. Such oppor­tu­ni­ties can be par­tic­u­lar­ly ben­e­fi­cial in encour­ag­ing more adven­tur­ous work from stu­dents who are still estab­lish­ing their own cre­ative iden­ti­ties but may also feel con­strained by work they’ve made in the past. I’ve done some col­lab­o­ra­tive exer­cis­es in recent cours­es (they tend to make for amus­ing writ­ing games), but I hope to fur­ther expand on these prin­ci­ples and intro­duce more ambi­tious col­lab­o­ra­tive process­es into my courses.

Self-Consciousness, Performance, and the Technical Monster

In Notes on One-Per­son Shoot­ing, Joel DeMott dis­cuss­es the pit­falls of mak­ing doc­u­men­tary films with mul­ti-per­son crews and cum­ber­some, high­ly-vis­i­ble equip­ment. The “machine-rid­den” film­mak­er, sur­round­ed by “extra­ne­ous materiel—lights, booms, radio mics, cables, cas­es of back-up gear” is inevitably dis­tract­ed by the tech­ni­cal minu­ti­ae of film­mak­ing, and forgets—or is fun­da­men­tal­ly unable—to forge a gen­uine rela­tion­ship with their sub­ject. She dubs this cyborg-like, over­laden film­mak­er the “Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster.” Such a pres­ence is under­stand­ably intim­i­dat­ing to any doc­u­men­tary sub­ject because the machines, lights, and tech­ni­cal crew invade and alter the space. They make the subject’s home feel less their home, and they present an insur­mount­able bar­ri­er between the mak­er and the subject.

DeMott’s pro­posed solu­tion to this prob­lem is, per­haps iron­i­cal­ly, a tech­ni­cal one: recent advance­ments in film stocks and cam­era tech­nol­o­gy allowed film­mak­ers of the ear­ly ’80s the free­dom to shoot with­out the assis­tance of a sup­port crew, oper­at­ing the sound and cam­era them­selves. This method of pro­duc­tion allowed film­mak­ers to be more agile and, most impor­tant to DeMott, to give pri­ma­cy to their rela­tion­ship with their sub­ject, rather than the rela­tion­ship with their crew. This is sure­ly a noble goal, but I remain skep­ti­cal that a reduc­tion in the scale of the pro­duc­tion and the vis­i­ble com­plex­i­ty of the equip­ment actu­al­ly solves the prob­lem of an alien­at­ing, anx­i­ety-induc­ing Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster, or that this prob­lem should be solved.

16mm cam­eras of the type used by DeMott and Jeff Kreines in pro­duc­tion of their film Sev­en­teen weigh in excess of ten pounds and are paint­ed com­plete­ly black. They perch, gar­goyle-like, pro­trud­ing for­ward from the operator’s shoul­der, who then press­es their eye to the eye­piece and (tra­di­tion­al­ly) squeezes their oth­er eye shut while mak­ing a sort of invol­un­tary gri­mace that sug­gests either deep con­cen­tra­tion or extreme pain. The lens of the cam­era reflects and dis­torts who­ev­er it points at, a mechan­i­cal cyclo­pean eye. The dig­i­tal rev­o­lu­tion has fur­ther shrunk the doc­u­men­tary filmmaker’s tools, but the form fac­tor remains rough­ly the same: the tech­ni­cal mon­ster may be get­ting small­er and lighter, but it is alive and well.

Fig. 1: Two filmmakers demonstrate their camera grimaces: Joel DeMott (left, c. 1980) and Ross McElwee (right, 2009).
Fig. 1: Two film­mak­ers demon­strate their cam­era gri­maces: Joel DeMott (left, c. 1980) and Ross McEl­wee (right, 2009).

The fact of the cam­era is hard to ignore, but sub­jects seem to do it almost instinc­tu­al­ly. DeMott observes that “if a movie crew begins fol­low­ing peo­ple who are not actors, they will try to act as if they’re uncon­scious of the fact.” She’s refer­ring to the type of large-scale pro­duc­tions that make use of mul­ti-per­son crews, but the same crit­i­cism could just as eas­i­ly be lev­eled against sin­gle-shoot­er films in which sub­jects self-con­scious­ly ignore the cam­era and speak to the film­mak­er, in their best imi­ta­tion of what a con­ver­sa­tion between the two of them would be like if there wasn’t a giant black box point­ing its unblink­ing eye at them from a dis­tance of “a foot-and-a-half to three feet” (DeMott 6). In a sense, as DeMott argues, this close posi­tion­ing of the cam­era is a ges­ture at hon­esty: “The film­mak­er is there. And play­ing unaware is incon­ceiv­able when you can reach out and slap some­one.” On the oth­er hand, the brazen pres­ence of a cam­era makes self-con­scious­ness an imme­di­ate and ever-present concern.

It isn’t just that the cam­era cuts an impos­ing sil­hou­ette; the aware­ness of a cam­era of any size, posi­tion, or prox­im­i­ty is a pow­er­ful cat­a­lyst. We are cog­nizant of the pow­er cam­eras pos­sess, and in an era of ubiq­ui­tous imag­ing tech­nol­o­gy, we under­stand that the impli­ca­tions of a small cam­era are the same as the impli­ca­tions of a large cam­era: this is being record­ed.

Fig. 2: Interrotron, the two-headed monster.
Fig. 2: Inter­ro­tron, the two-head­ed monster.

Errol Mor­ris has attempt­ed to side­step this issue by devel­op­ing the “Inter­ro­tron,” a mod­i­fied teleprompter that dis­plays the interviewer’s face in line with the camera’s lens. The result of con­duct­ing inter­views with this par­tic­u­lar Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster is that the sub­ject main­tains direct eye con­tact with the camera/​viewer, but more impor­tant­ly, the edi­fice of a giant device that demands the subject’s undi­vid­ed atten­tion push­es every oth­er con­di­tion of the set­ting to the periph­ery: “For the first time, I could be talk­ing to some­one, and they could be talk­ing to me and at the same time look­ing direct­ly into the lens of the cam­era. Now, there was no look­ing off slight­ly to the side. No more faux first per­son. This was the true first per­son” (Mor­ris). In this way, sub­jects are encour­aged to for­get every­thing except their rela­tion­ship to the inter­view­er. And yet, this comes at the cost of forc­ing an even more aggres­sive con­fronta­tion with the machin­ery of filmmaking. 

Beyond pos­ing sim­ple pro­ce­dur­al ques­tions (“How am I expect­ed to behave?”) the fact of a cam­era rais­es the stakes of the inter­ac­tion because it implies the scruti­ny and judg­ment of an unknow­able audi­ence. This is par­tic­u­lar­ly prob­lem­at­ic for the sub­ject, who is denied vital infor­ma­tion about the expec­ta­tions their audi­ence has for them. As Erv­ing Goff­man explains, the per­for­mances we all craft in every­day life rely on our under­stand­ing of our audience:

We can appre­ci­ate the cru­cial impor­tance of the infor­ma­tion that the indi­vid­ual ini­tial­ly pos­sess­es or acquires con­cern­ing his fel­low par­tic­i­pants, for it is on the basis of the ini­tial infor­ma­tion that the indi­vid­ual starts to define the sit­u­a­tion and starts to build up lines of respon­sive action. The individual’s ini­tial pro­jec­tion com­mits him to what he is propos­ing to be and requires him to drop all pre­tense of being oth­er things.

(Goff­man 11)

If this is true, the prob­lem posed by stand­ing in front of a cam­era is an inter­est­ing one. We per­form in dif­fer­ent ways for dif­fer­ent peo­ple in dif­fer­ent set­tings: we are, in effect, dif­fer­ent peo­ple to our boss, our fam­i­ly, and to strangers in the air­port; but how do we per­form when the audi­ence of our per­for­mance is poten­tial­ly every­one? Sub­jects still seek to dra­ma­tize and ide­al­ize them­selves through the meth­ods Goff­man describes, but they are denied the oppor­tu­ni­ty to “accept minor cues as a sign of some­thing impor­tant” about their per­for­mance, which serve as checks on their behav­ior (Goff­man 51). This can some­times have the effect of increased self-con­scious­ness, as the sub­ject sub­sti­tutes cues from their real audi­ence with the imag­ined reac­tions of an audi­ence of their own con­struc­tion; rather than adapt­ing the per­for­mance based on feed­back from an actu­al audi­ence, they reg­u­late their pre­sen­ta­tion of self based on their lim­it­ed infer­ences about the film’s even­tu­al viewers.

It might be this anx­i­ety that is the cause of some of the more per­for­ma­tive and self-con­scious moments in Sev­en­teen. When Buck insists that he can’t hear any­thing more about Church Mouse’s injury, and yet seems unable to speak about any­thing else, it may be because he rec­og­nizes that his dis­tress is dra­mat­i­cal­ly important—thus appeas­ing the Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster stand­ing three feet away from him—and that it presents him as being a loy­al and car­ing friend, a qual­i­ty that the film’s audi­ence will sure­ly find admirable.

As is the case with much social per­for­mance, these per­for­mances are fre­quent­ly trans­par­ent to an audi­ence: “The arts of pierc­ing an individual’s efforts at cal­cu­lat­ed unin­ten­tion­al­i­ty seem bet­ter devel­oped than our capac­i­ty to manip­u­late our own behav­ior, so that … the wit­ness is like­ly to have the advan­tage over the actor” (Goff­man 8–9). Still, Goff­man cau­tions that “an hon­est, sin­cere, seri­ous per­for­mance is less firm­ly con­nect­ed with the sol­id world than one might at first assume,” and that a skill­ful, con­vinc­ing per­for­mance is not nec­es­sar­i­ly a more accu­rate one, only a more prac­ticed one (71). These unprac­ticed per­for­ma­tive moments are sig­nif­i­cant because they allow us insight into the subject’s process of craft­ing a uni­ver­sal front that they feel com­fort­able pre­sent­ing not with­in the con­fines of a spe­cif­ic set­ting, but to the entire world.

In this way, the Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster pro­vides a com­plete­ly nov­el space for sub­jects to work through their iden­ti­ty on a grand scale. Con­fronting the Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster, com­ing into con­flict with the incon­sis­ten­cies between per­for­mances craft­ed for oth­er sit­u­a­tions, and work­ing inte­grate those per­for­mances into an unprob­lem­at­ic self fit for a glob­al audi­ence is an act of courage—and pos­si­bly hubris. It is not uncom­mon for doc­u­men­tary sub­jects to mis­judge their audi­ence and come off as unin­ten­tion­al­ly unsym­pa­thet­ic or trans­par­ent. These mis­judg­ments can be inten­tion­al­ly exploit­ed by film­mak­ers, such as in Errol Morris’s Gates of Heav­en, in which Phillip Har­berts is depict­ed as delud­ed, self-impor­tant, and pre­oc­cu­pied with what appear to be mean­ing­less acco­lades. This sure­ly would not have been the intent of his per­for­mance, but it could be argued that his inex­pe­ri­ence with per­form­ing in this set­ting has revealed some­thing about his moti­va­tions than he would have pre­ferred to keep hid­den from pub­lic view.

This dynam­ic can also alert audi­ences to their own posi­tion in rela­tion to the work. In Can­ni­bal Tours, the con­de­scend­ing tone of the Ger­man tourists as they dis­cuss the lifestyle of the Iat­mul peo­ple is not mere­ly an indict­ment of their colo­nial arro­gance; it impli­cates the view­er as well, because the tourists, assum­ing West­ern audi­ences share the same atti­tudes and will not judge them harsh­ly, feel com­plete­ly com­fort­able hav­ing this con­ver­sa­tion while a cam­era is point­ed at them.

Short of using hid­den cam­eras and film­ing sub­jects with­out their pri­or con­sent, it seems unlike­ly that a solu­tion can be found to the prob­lems of self-con­scious­ness and “uncon­vinc­ing” per­for­mances, and that it is like­ly impos­si­ble to stop a cam­era from alter­ing what it sees. Instead, I would sug­gest that these per­for­mances, though often unprac­ticed, are no less gen­uine than any oth­er social per­for­mance, and may even offer greater insight. If we are defined by the col­lec­tion of diverse and some­times con­tra­dic­to­ry per­for­mances we prac­tice, watch­ing some­one face down the Tech­ni­cal Mon­ster and attempt to rec­on­cile those con­flicts to per­form as a ful­ly-inte­grat­ed self allows us to glimpse the hid­den machin­ery that con­structs these fronts.

Works Cited

Directing/​editing reel

Film and video work direct­ed and edit­ed by me.

Excerpted works:

Talkin to My Monstaz

  • 4 min­utes
  • HD video
  • B&W
  • My role: Director/​Editor

I direct­ed this music video for Sioux City rap­per Mojo Mayne. In col­lab­o­ra­tion with the artist, I devel­oped the con­cept of Mojo fac­ing off against a shad­owy “mon­ster” that brings out the worst in people—each a man­i­fes­ta­tion of the sev­en dead­ly sins.

We shot on a Canon 5D III and Sony FS700, and edit­ed in Pre­miere Pro and After Effects. The cin­e­matog­ra­ph­er was Brett Funke, my stu­dent at West­ern Iowa Tech Com­mu­ni­ty college.

Building Connections with Students

  • 5 min­utes
  • HD video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

Steve Aron­son of Teach Authen­tic dis­cuss­es his phi­los­o­phy of class­room man­age­ment and gen­uine inter­ac­tion with students.

I was a one-man-band respon­si­ble for cam­era, sound, and light­ing on this shoot, which involved a mix­ture of doc­u­men­tary-style shoot­ing and sit-down tes­ti­mo­ni­als. I shot on my trusty Canon T3i, record­ed sound with a lava­lier body pack, and edit­ed in Pre­miere Pro.

Coffee with John

  • Series of 5 web videos
  • HD video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

I helped plan and pro­duce this series of videos for John Kefalas’s 2010 reelec­tion cam­paign for Col­orado State House Rep­re­sen­ta­tive. While in the midst of a much more ambi­tious pro­duc­tion, we got the news that we would have sig­nif­i­cant­ly less time with the can­di­date than we expect­ed, so we rethought our con­cept and decid­ed on a much sim­pler approach: we had John sit down a cof­fee shop for an hour and have a con­ver­sa­tion with a vot­er about the issues impor­tant to him.

That con­ver­sa­tion pro­vid­ed ample footage to cut togeth­er minute-long videos on four top­ics, and a longer flag­ship video that cov­ered John’s can­di­da­cy more gen­er­al­ly. The videos were pub­lished on the cam­paign’s YouTube page and shared across social media and on the cam­paign’s website.

I direct­ed, shot, and record­ed sound for this project, which I edit­ed in Final Cut Pro.

Branches

  • 113 min­utes
  • HD video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Writer/​Director/​Editor

This scene from my nar­ra­tive fea­ture film Branch­es fea­tures Tim Rus­sell and Britt Slater as a father and daugh­ter. Col­lab­o­rat­ing with these two and the oth­er tal­ent­ed actors on this low-bud­get film remains one of the most cre­ative­ly ful­fill­ing expe­ri­ences of my life.

I wrote and direct­ed the film, which shot in rur­al Min­neso­ta in 2012. I edit­ed in Pre­miere Pro, did some minor visu­al effects in After Effects and grad­ed in DaVin­ci Resolve. The direc­tor of pho­tog­ra­phy was Matt Kane, and the sound recordist was Owen Brafford.

Ghost to Ghost

  • 16 min­utes
  • HD video/​16mm/​Super 8
  • Color/B&W
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

I made this exper­i­men­tal doc­u­men­tary as a col­lab­o­ra­tion with my grand­moth­er Gladys, who I inter­viewed exten­sive­ly for the film, and her moth­er Trasie, whose amus­ing and macabre voice record­ings are used through­out the piece. The film is an exca­va­tion of fam­i­ly his­to­ry, an inter­ro­ga­tion of mor­bid humor, and an attempt to “shake hands with the dead.”

I did all the sound record­ing for the film, and shot on a mix of dig­i­tal HD video and hand-processed black-and-white film. I edit­ed in Pre­miere Pro, mixed the sound in Audi­tion, and did the final col­or grade in DaVin­ci Resolve.

Landscapes/​Street Photography

Portraits

Moving Portraits

Por­traits of actors I’ve direct­ed, shot on 16mm motion pic­ture film.

I’ll admit that the idea of shoot­ing por­traits of actors on movie film is a lit­tle on the nose, and to be frank, these prints were moti­vat­ed as much by an urge to play with the aes­thet­ic qual­i­ties of 16mm film as they were to doc­u­ment these spe­cif­ic faces. Still, I’m proud with the result­ing prints, which are com­bi­na­tion enlarge­ments and con­tact prints, accom­plished with an entire­ly ana­log process.

Black and white, Gelatin sil­ver prints from 16mm motion pic­ture film. 2008.

Editorial photography

Ghost to Ghost

  • 16 min­utes
  • HD video/​16mm/​Super 8
  • Color/B&W
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor
"Ghost to Ghost" poster

An exper­i­men­tal doc­u­men­tary about death, grief, and humor.

It seems that Trasie’s response to loss was to split in two: on Sun­days, she stood in the ceme­tery and wept uncon­trol­lably. The rest of the week, she was the pur­vey­or of a caus­tic wit, and seemed to take gen­uine joy in relent­less­ly jok­ing about death. These loss­es, and the ways in which Trasie did her best to cope with them, still trou­ble Trasie’s daugh­ter, Gladys, near­ly a cen­tu­ry later.

Director’s Statement

The only record­ing of my great-grand­moth­er’s voice is a five-minute long skit about coffins record­ed some­time around 1940, only a few years after the deaths of her moth­er, father, broth­er, hus­band, and son. The record­ing is remark­ably jubi­lant, and notable in its stub­born com­mit­ment to jok­ing about death.

My grand­moth­er Gladys recalls the deaths of her father and broth­er dis­tort­ed by the per­spec­tive of child­hood, and remem­bers her moth­er as a lone­ly, seri­ous woman wracked by wor­ry and grief.

This piece was my attempt to col­lab­o­rate with these two women—one liv­ing, one dead—to pro­vide con­text to this remark­able piece of audio and the grim humor at its source.

Screenings

  • WIFI Film Fes­ti­val – Tope­ka, Kansas
  • UWM Depart­ment of Film, Video, Ani­ma­tion and New Gen­res M.F.A. Screen­ing – Mil­wau­kee, Wisconsin
  • Moz­i­Mo­tion – Hil­ver­sum, Netherlands

Screen­er avail­able — request a pri­vate link!

FALLCASTER

  • 7 min­utes – HD Video – Color
  • My role: Writer/​Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

A young woman is trou­bled by dreams of a life that isn’t hers.

If I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and sum­ma­rize it, it is noth­ing but water slip­ping through my fin­gers. This very heart which is mine will for­ev­er remain inde­fin­able to me. For ever shall I be a stranger to myself.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

Director’s statement

I made this film as a sort of study for some Big Ideas I’ve been chew­ing over in my work recent­ly: dis­so­ci­at­ed iden­ti­ties, the insta­bil­i­ty of our con­cept of self, and the ways in which we might inhab­it (and be inhab­it­ed by) oth­er peo­ple. I think the piece func­tions on its own, but it’s also my first attempt at work­ing with some of these themes in oth­er contexts.

The film fea­tures Isabelle Rashkin as the unnamed pro­tag­o­nist, and is heav­i­ly influ­enced by the den­si­ty, excess, and obscu­ri­ty of ear­ly Peter Green­away films.

Jesse

  • 4 min­utes
  • 16mm
  • B&W
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

A con­ver­sa­tion about resent­ment, based on a dream I had in 2014.

Director’s statement

Recent­ly, my dreams have begun to lack sym­bol­ism. A dream of aban­don­ment is about aban­don­ment, only the ideas are a lit­tle slippery.

Jesse is drawn from footage I shot and hand-processed with my stu­dents at West­ern Iowa Tech Com­mu­ni­ty Col­lege. The film ques­tions the nature of betray­al: while Jesse feels wronged, he also ques­tions whether resent­ment actu­al­ly exists, and won­ders if his desire to recon­nect with his father is a form of objectification.

"Jesse" poster

The Best of Our Mud

Sunday

Bonan­za Gloop, a Tier II Mud Mon­i­tor in Park Ridge, looks sky­ward at exact­ly 9:23 AM and notices that an Air­bus A320, CloudAir flight 447 inbound to O’Hare, has stopped in its final approach and is hov­er­ing in midair direct­ly above her mud field. Shocked and annoyed, Bonan­za imme­di­ate­ly noti­fies her supervisor. 

By 11:30, a small crowd has gath­ered to wit­ness the strange phe­nom­e­non. Bonanza’s super­vi­sors at Mud Cen­tral are busy research­ing pro­ce­dure in the Mud Man­u­al and have not instruct­ed her how to respond. 

Hey,” says boiled food expert Bran­dolin Sur­plus, one of the dozens of gawk­ing civil­ians, “Do you think the air­port knows about this?” 


The air­port does know about this, and after repeat­ed and bel­liger­ent requests for com­ment from local media, O’Hare spokesper­son Kevin Kevin Kevin calls a press con­fer­ence and deliv­ers the fol­low­ing state­ment, pre­sent­ed here in its entirety: 

Thank you for your concern. 

He then leaves his podi­um, hur­ries to a wait­ing safe room, and locks him­self inside as fren­zied reporters attempt to ask him fol­low-up questions. 

Monday

Bonan­za Gloop returns to work to see the plane still hang­ing in exact­ly the same spot, and that the morn­ing mud has been ruined by a gath­er­ing of onlook­ers, whose pres­ence has made the mud ner­vous and soupy. Bonan­za is annoyed, but remem­bers her train­ing and keeps her emo­tions in check. 

I won­der what’s going on in there,” whis­pers Mon­i­ca Sur­plus, Brandolin’s sister. 


On board CloudAir flight 447, calm and order reign supreme. Pas­sen­gers sit patient­ly as flight atten­dants embark on their fif­teenth bev­er­age ser­vice. In busi­ness class, mar­i­jua­na dis­pen­sary fran­chis­ing agent Sput­nik Hawaii glances placid­ly at his zinc-plat­ed design­er watch, and the voice of the pilot rings out over the speakers: 

Ladies and gen­tle­men, this is your cap­tain speak­ing. We con­tin­ue to hov­er 920 feet over Chica­go, and at this time our land­ing has been post­poned indef­i­nite­ly. When the sit­u­a­tion changes, you’ll be the first to know. Thanks for your patience! 

You’re wel­come!” rejoin the pas­sen­gers in sing-song unison. 


Gosh, it must be hor­ri­ble. I can’t even imag­ine,” con­tin­ues Mon­i­ca as her feet squelch in the mud. 

Bonan­za grits her teeth.

“Boo hoo,” adds Mon­i­ca. Squelch, squelch squelch. “Boo hoo hoo.” 

Tuesday

Bonan­za is hor­ri­fied to dis­cov­er that by the fol­low­ing morn­ing, a can­dle­light vig­il has bro­ken out in the mid­dle of her mud field. Scores of enthralled vig­ileers, heads cant­ed back at uncom­fort­able angles, jos­tle each oth­er for a glimpse of the hov­er­ing air­craft. Their feet have utter­ly intim­i­dat­ed the mud, and all of Bonanza’s encour­ag­ing progress has been lost. She can feel the fury boil­ing just beneath her scalp—oh, how she would love to fry these feck­less boors —fry their feet espe­cial­ly so they could nev­er ter­ri­fy the poor, inno­cent mud ever again! But she admon­ish­es her­self to remem­ber her train­ing, to remem­ber in par­tic­u­lar the words of her men­tor, a griz­zled old guru named Plax­ton Blonus: 

M’dear, the life of a Mud Mon­i­tor is full of sor­rows. It is our sta­tion. We are cho­sen for this task because we are strong enough to endure in wretched silence. 

And so, endure Bonan­za does. 

Air­port offi­cials still can­not be reached for fur­ther com­ment, despite reporters’ efforts to scale the con­trol tow­er and burn it to the ground. 

The plane con­tin­ues to hov­er, the lights on its wingtips blink­ing gai­ly as if not­ing is amiss. 

I can’t take it any­more!” shrieks vig­ileer DiAn­nis­ter Shanklin, a minor-league shapes ana­lyst from Mesa, Ari­zona, on loan to Goose Island Brew­ing for the pur­pose of cre­at­ing a lim­it­ed run of octag­o­nal bot­tle caps. She stomps her mud­dy feet in impo­tent frus­tra­tion, and Bonanza’s blood growls in her head. 

Wednesday

Noth­ing hap­pens on Wednesday. 

Thursday

Thurs­day, Novem­ber 10th is impor­tant because four things happen: 

  1. That morn­ing, the Blob­cake Hut at Touhy and Green­wood offers a two-for-one deal on mashed toma­to Blob­cakes, and three peo­ple are killed in the ensu­ing frenzy.

  2. The King of O’Hare arrives at work for the first time in remem­bered his­to­ry, calls all of the Air­port Regents into a dark and gloomy room, and makes an unspec­i­fied num­ber of secre­tive plans.

  3. That after­noon, Bonan­za returns from her lunch break and is incensed to see that one of the vig­ileers has removed his shoes and is using his bare and hideous toes to forcibly agi­tate the mud. Bonan­za can feel the mud cry­ing out in anguish and fear, and she is no longer able to con­tain the sav­age fury that rips scald­ing­ly out the top of hear head, lay­ing waste to every vig­ileer in sight.

    In this rage-induced fugue state, Bonan­za ful­ly under­stands that her vio­lent reac­tion is moral­ly wrong and indeed unpro­fes­sion­al, but she is unable to stop her­self, almost as if she is watch­ing an amus­ing inter­net video depict­ing these vicious acts.

    When Bonan­za regains her com­po­sure, she is sur­round­ed by tat­tered bod­ies, all float­ing face-down in the pan­icked mud.

  4. At 11 PM, Drex­el Con­vex­el, assis­tant answer­ing machine oper­a­tor at Lad­ders Excel­sior, the fore­most lad­der man­u­fac­tur­ing con­cern in all of Oak Park, logs a request for the most ambi­tious order his com­pa­ny has ever under­tak­en. After fill­ing out the order form, he rings the bell three times just as his father taught him so many years ago, and swal­lows a hand­ful of anti-anx­i­ety pills kept in a near­by glass ampoule for pre­cise­ly this eventuality.

Friday

Bonan­za sits in a dank cell in the sub-base­ment of Mud Central’s office of Munic­i­pal Mud Admin­is­tra­tion. She takes a deep breath as yesterday’s mem­o­ries come seep­ing back to her: so much feroc­i­ty. The mud must have been terrified. 

Alone for the first time, Bonan­za final­ly allows her­self to weep. Her offense is severe: she has let her anger pre­vail, and in so doing she has besmirched the name and noble call­ing of Mud Mon­i­tors every­where. Mud Central’s ret­ri­bu­tion will sure­ly be severe. She hears foot­steps in the cor­ri­dor and braces her­self for the worst. 

It would be an under­state­ment to say that Bonan­za is sur­prised by the per­son who enters her cell: Tedd Sprudd, the king of O’Hare! With four Air­port Regents in tow! 

King Sprudd explains to Bonanza—by way of an interpreter—that her feat of bar­bar­ic strength has come to the Airport’s atten­tion, and that he has a task for her by which she might atone for her shame­ful outburst. 

Bonan­za gra­cious­ly and grov­el­ing­ly accepts the King’s pro­pos­al, where­upon she is whisked away to a secret facil­i­ty near Con­course D. 

Saturday

At 7:07 AM, the lad­der is raised in the Trad­er Joe’s park­ing lot across the street from Bonanza’s mud field, com­ing to rest against the body of the strand­ed plane with a bare­ly-audi­ble clank. The event is attend­ed by his­tor­i­cal cer­tifi­cate cosign­er I. Zim­bab­we Escape, Jr., who ver­i­fies it to be the tallest lad­der ever used with­in the Chica­go met­ro­pol­i­tan area. 

Paus­ing only for a kiss of encour­age­ment from Munic­i­pal Kiss­ing Prac­ti­tion­er Vent Spif­f­en­ers, Bonan­za begins her 920-foot climb to the strand­ed jet. 


On board CloudAir flight 447, the strand­ed pas­sen­gers are enter­ing the sev­enth day of their flight. Spir­its remain high as the cab­in crew cues up the lat­est Kevin James movie for its 58th con­sec­u­tive show­ing, and the plane is filled with jovial laughter. 


Bonan­za gasps for breath as she reach­es the apex of her climb, where she is care­ful not to stand on the top­most rung of the lad­der for safe­ty rea­sons. She finds that she can lean up against the fuse­lage of the jet as she rests, gaz­ing down at the city far below. She’s nev­er real­ly grasped how big it is until this moment, and she is alarmed to note how lit­tle of it is made of mud. 

It’s almost as if her job isn’t impor­tant, she mus­es before she stops her­self and clears her mind by inter­nal­ly recit­ing the Mud Mon­i­tors’ Oath: 

To this I swear, my word be true
I watch the mud and gain its trust
This watch I hold the whole year through:

I hold this watch because I must. 

Bonan­za knows what she must do. She ris­es to her feet, press­es her shoul­der against the cold met­al of the plane, and gives it a sin­gle emphat­ic shove. 

As the plane drifts away—slowly at first, but rapid­ly gain­ing speed—Bonanza watch­es the scores of hap­py pas­sen­gers wav­ing to her through their win­dows, mouthing the words, “THANK YOU!” as they sail off to their final destination. 

Well, that’s that, Bonan­za thinks to herself—and at that pre­cise instant real­izes that the plane is gone, and there is now noth­ing for the lad­der to lean against. 

Giv­en an alti­tude of 920 feet (h) and a mass of 130 pounds (m), with an air resis­tance of 0.16 pounds/​foot (k) and the grav­i­ta­tion­al con­stant of 32.19 feet/​second2 (g), we can deter­mine the dura­tion of Bonanza’s free fall using the fol­low­ing formula:

$latex t=\sqrt{\frac{m}{\mathrm{g}k}}\arccos h\left (\mathrm{e}^{\frac{hk}{m}} \right ) &s=2$

There­fore: Bonan­za spends approx­i­mate­ly nine sec­onds in free fall, dur­ing which time she con­tem­plates her Earth­ly existence.

Second 1

Bonan­za reflects on her hatred of ladders.

Second 2

Bonan­za recalls an idiomat­ic expres­sion her moth­er used to use when she was over­come by emotion:

Looooo­ord piss a pickle!

Second 3

Bonan­za wit­ness­es a minor car acci­dent at Busse and Mor­ris. One of the cars is red and one is brown.

Second 4

The col­or brown reminds Bonan­za of her one true pas­sion: the mud. She thinks about how warm and gooshy it is, how full of hope and possibility.

Second 5

Bonan­za revis­its the mem­o­ry of her vio­lent out­burst. She con­sid­ers just how dam­ag­ing it must have been for the poor, saint­ly mud to see the guardian it had grown to rely on becom­ing so enraged and dead­ly, how the mud is now sure­ly trau­ma­tized for good. How she would nev­er have been able to ful­ly regain its respect, even had she suc­ceed­ed today.

Second 6

How per­haps it is for the best that she should perish.

Second 7

Bonan­za thinks back on all the good times she had with the Park Ridge mud—love and hap­pi­ness and grow­ing together.

How she’s sor­ry for the hurt she’s caused the mud, and how in time, under the watch­ful eye of a new, more com­pe­tent Mud Mon­i­tor, she hopes it can over­come this set­back and flour­ish once more.

Second 8

Bonan­za hears the Song of the Mud for the first time since she grad­u­at­ed from her train­ing and was adorned with her mud hat before a thou­sand cheer­ing well-wish­ers. It is wist­ful and beautiful.

Second 9

Now, Bonan­za knows, she will die. But she believes in her gloopy heart that she will some­day be reborn out of the muck, for from mud she came and to mud she shall return, over and over for­ev­er. Bonan­za Gloop. Gloop: mud. She is mud, in her mud-heart.

The mud field is close now. It is fit­ting that she should fall here. It is right.


At this moment, Bonan­za is trav­el­ing at 153 feet per sec­ond, or just over 100 miles per hour. She will strike the ground with a force of over 40 g’s, killing her instantly.

Or she would, were it not for the mud, which at this instant leaps up and envelops Bonan­za, cradling her for the final thir­ty feet of her descent and deposit­ing her gen­tly on the ground with what most onlook­ers hear as a whoosh, but sounds to Vent Spif­f­en­ers exact­ly like “I love you.”


CloudAir flight 447 lands safe­ly at O’Hare. Every­one hugs each oth­er and then goes home.

Sunday

By Sun­day, every­thing has returned to nor­mal. Bonan­za Gloop arrives at the mud field that morn­ing to find no jet over­head, no dis­rup­tive can­dle­light vig­il, just beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful mud.

The sun is bright. The mud twin­kles. Every­thing is going to be fine.

Getaway

  • 2 min­utes – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor
"Getaway" poster

A cou­ple sip cof­fee while pon­der­ing their future. A poem by Bri­an­na Kratz, after Louise Glück­’s The Bal­cony.

Director’s statement

This is the fourth film in the Lens + Ink series, a col­lab­o­ra­tion with the poet Bri­an­na Kratz. This poem lifts the first line from Louise Glück­’s The Bal­cony and ren­ders an atmos­pher­ic por­trait of a cou­ple at an inflec­tion point in their relationship.

With this adap­ta­tion, we strove to retain the mys­tery of Bri­an­na’s orig­i­nal poem, while com­pli­cat­ing the char­ac­ters and nar­ra­tive the text presents.

Getaway

By Bri­an­na Kratz
After Louise Glück’s “The Balcony” 

  • It was a night like this, at the end of summer.
  • We had sat in your uncle’s apartment 
  • for three days? Or maybe just hours.
  • Even when we talked about traffic
  • or lemon­ade, we were thinking
  • of the green that set­tled on the street
  • and the tor­na­do watch.
  • Soon we would be storm chasers
  • soaked and adven­tur­ing to points
  • on our own compasses.
  • And the dish­es piled up in the sink
  • because you couldn’t work the dishwasher
  • and I said, “Why bother?”
  • From upstairs, a tele­vised concert.
  • Some­one singing about heartbreak
  • we would nev­er know.

Credits

  • Writ­ten by Bri­an­na Kratz 
  • Direct­ed by Andrew Gin­gerich 
  • Per­formed by Nor­ma Gin­gerich, with David Gin­gerich and Gladys Nel­son
  • Pro­duc­tion assis­tance from Evan Riffe

Music:

All music is licensed under the Cre­ative Com­mons Attri­bu­tion 4.0 license.

Sound effects by Freesound​.org users all­re­al­sound, lwdick­ens, aldenroth2, strathamer, PhilllCh­abbb, gyzhor, and Splice­Sound licensed under the Cre­ative Com­mons 0 License. 

Screenings

  • ZEBRA Poet­ry Film Fes­ti­val – Munich, Ger­many
  • Art Visu­als & Poet­ry Film Fes­ti­val – Vien­na, Austria

Suddenly, you are aware

  • 4 min­utes – Tar­get­ed adver­tise­ment [HD Video] – Color
  • My role: Director/​Producer

An attempt to com­mu­ni­cate with rail com­muters in north­ern Chica­go, trans­form­ing their phones and tablets into imper­fect win­dows onto the phys­i­cal expe­ri­ence of their commute.

Director’s statement

Being a pas­sen­ger on a train is the ulti­mate metaphor for a lack of per­son­al con­trol: the route was planned decades ago by a face­less plan­ning com­mit­tee, and even the accel­er­a­tion and brak­ing of the train is con­trolled by an invis­i­ble per­son. The urge to dis­so­ci­ate is strong, and tools like smart­phones are eager to help us do just that.

Mobile device preview: SUDDENLY, YOU ARE AWARE OF YOUR OWN BREATHING

I present view­ers with an east­ward view from a north­bound Red Line train, con­fus­ing the space between their phys­i­cal state and the bod­i­less expe­ri­ence of engrossed device-usage. By direct­ing view­ers to reflect on their phys­i­cal bod­ies and the total auton­o­my they have over them, I hoped to give them a moment of self-aware­ness and inter­rupt that dis­so­cia­tive state.

In pre­vi­ous exper­i­ments with YouTube adver­tis­ing, I have played with the var­i­ous demo­graph­ic tar­get­ing tools avail­able. For this project, I want­ed to try and tar­get a spe­cif­ic class of per­son in a spe­cif­ic region…

A rush-hour com­muter on Chicago’s Red Line north of the Loop, seat­ed side­ways (the way most of the seats on the Red Line are ori­ent­ed), fac­ing win­dows that look out on Wrigleyville, Ander­son­ville, Rogers Park. In an attempt to neu­tral­ize the expe­ri­ence of their com­mute, they are watch­ing YouTube or play­ing an ad-sup­port­ed game on a phone or tablet.

YouTube pre­roll ads are skip­pable after five sec­onds, but the videos them­selves are not time-lim­it­ed. In this case, I opt­ed for a length of a lit­tle under four min­utes. In order to most­ly close­ly tar­get the audi­ence I hoped to reach, I lim­it­ed my scope to unmar­ried peo­ple in the low­er 70% of wage earn­ers. I weight­ed my place­ments to play pri­mar­i­ly dur­ing week­day rush hours. Google’s geo­graph­i­cal tar­get­ing isn’t quite as gran­u­lar as I would like, but I was able to lim­it the bound­aries of the ad so that it would only play in ZIP Codes that con­tain the north­ern leg of the Red Line.

I real­ly came up against the lim­i­ta­tions of Google Ads’ tar­get­ing tools with this project. If giv­en greater gran­u­lar­i­ty, I would have liked to tar­get view­ers with­in fifty feet of a Red Line track. With access to device accelerom­e­ter data, it would be pos­si­ble to only tar­get devices mov­ing faster than walk­ing speed, and could even pro­vide the oppor­tu­ni­ty to serve dif­fer­ent videos to north­bound and south­bound viewers.

Impressions/views graph
Over the course of its one-week run and with a bud­get of $20, the video reached 269 unique view­ers. I can’t ascer­tain whether they were on the train at the time, but they most cer­tain­ly were mobile device users with­in walk­ing dis­tance of a Red Line station.
Days & times chart
Audience retention chart
As expect­ed, the major­i­ty of view­ers closed the ad almost imme­di­ate­ly. But a sur­pris­ing per­cent­age of view­ers were still watch­ing at the one-minute mark, and a few even watched the full 3:47.

How’s the weather there?

  • 2 min­utes – Ani­mat­ed doppler imagery – Color
  • My role: Director/​Editor

A weath­er anthro­pol­o­gy: Dis­tant voic­es ani­mate doppler radar images of their cities as they dis­cuss their lives and the weath­er for Sun­day, Novem­ber 5th, 2017.

Director’s Statement

I made this film as an explo­ration into the mean­ing of the weath­er. The way we dis­cuss weath­er phe­nom­e­na (as we so often do, over the phone, as a way of sim­u­lat­ing phys­i­cal close­ness) is often abstract and ana­lyt­i­cal. When ani­mat­ed by the speak­ers’ voic­es as they dis­cuss their per­son­al expe­ri­ences of the weath­er, the doppler images pro­vide us with a more human­ist data set.

It Was All Too Easy

  • 1 minute – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

She finds it eas­i­er to escape alone than to remain togeth­er. A film based on a poem by Bri­an­na Kratz.

Director’s statement

This is the third film in the Lens + Ink series, a col­lab­o­ra­tion with the poet Bri­an­na Kratz. As has been the case with all the Lens + Ink films, we want­ed to make sure that our trans­la­tion from text to screen offered some­thing beyond a lit­er­al inter­pre­ta­tion of the poem. In this case, that added lay­er involves a col­li­sion between night and day.

Credits

  • Writ­ten and Per­formed by Bri­an­na Kratz 
  • Direct­ed by Andrew Gin­gerich 

Music:

All music is licensed under the Cre­ative Com­mons Attri­bu­tion 4.0 license.

It was all too easy

By Bri­an­na Kratz 

  • It was all too easy,”
  • pre­tend­ing I did­n’t love you.
  • It was just a mat­ter of rolling
  • up my car window
  • and smirk­ing at your slack jaw
  • leav­ing marks on the glass.
  • It was all too easy,
  • shut­ting you out
  • and lock­ing my diary
  • because you nev­er earned my heart
  • or its key.
  • The hard­est part is explaining
  • to myself why the fog is better
  • than let­ting your sun­shine burn through it.
  • It’s warm here. Soft. Quiet.
  • Not qui­et, muffled.
  • Mois­ture creep­ing into my eardrums
  • and warp­ing the tones.
  • It is all too easy to say no
  • when the risk is yes.

Beets

  • 7 min­utes – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

Retired emer­gency room nurse Gladys teach­es her grand­son how to make pick­led beets.

Director’s Statement

It’s often been said that the best cam­era is the one that’s with you. When, one after­noon, my grand­moth­er offered to teach me her recipe for pick­led beets, I reached for the iPod Touch in my pock­et to make this short por­trait of her.

Attachment

  • 1 minute – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

Attach­ment is a use­ful but some­times dan­ger­ous trait. Based on a poem by Bri­an­na Kratz.

Director’s statement

This is the sec­ond film in the Lens + Ink series, a col­lab­o­ra­tion with the poet Bri­an­na Kratz. The chal­lenge of this adap­ta­tion was that the source text was very abstract. Intro­duc­ing just the hint of a frame nar­ra­tive helped to give the piece its shape and just a hint of sin­is­ter energy.

Credits

  • Writ­ten by Bri­an­na Kratz 
  • Per­formed & Direct­ed by Andrew Gin­gerich 

Attachment

By Bri­an­na Kratz 

  • Attach­ment is
  • sta­t­ic cling
  • tying socks to sweaters
  • invis­i­bly.
  • It’s a dig­i­tized file
  • paper­clipped to an e‑mail.
  • Attach­ment is
  • check­ing in
  • even if it’s against the rules
  • because you lost the rulebook
  • and you were always
  • a rebel.
  • Glue. And duct tape,
  • sand­wiched between
  • two big­ger things
  • that need to stick together.
  • Attach­ment is
  • hand­cuff­ing your own happiness
  • to some­one else’s.

Walking Away From Your Car

  • 1 minute – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

The speak­er reflects on being a shrink­ing dot—an image in a mir­ror, pon­der­ing what the future holds. Based on a poem by Bri­an­na Kratz.

Director’s statement

The first film in the Lens + Ink series, this was the result of a col­lab­o­ra­tion with the poet Bri­an­na Kratz. In trans­lat­ing the poem to film, we embraced mon­tage as a way to extend the nar­ra­tive and com­pli­cate the source text.

Credits

  • Writ­ten and Per­formed by Bri­an­na Kratz 
  • Direct­ed by Andrew Gin­gerich

Walking away from your car

By Bri­an­na Kratz 

  • feels famil­iar.  Feels right.
  • As if see­ing you off
  • on your travels
  • makes sense in the cos­mic book
  • of some sort of fate.
  • I turn around in spirals,
  • glimps­ing home,
    • glimps­ing you,
  • build­ings,
    • your car,
  • until you dri­ve off and away.
  • I’m a shrink­ing dot
  • in your rearview mirror,
  • giv­ing you some reminder
  • of what was worth the drive.

Motorcycle/​Power Sports program video

  • 5 min­utes – HD video – Color
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

Instruc­tors Shane Con­ley and Dirk Bak dis­cuss the West­ern Iowa Tech Com­mu­ni­ty Col­lege Motor­cy­cle and Pow­er Sports program.

Country Mess

  • 4 min­utes – HD video – Color
  • My role: Producer/​Director

I direct­ed this music video for coun­try music artist Kelsey K, pro­duced with the assis­tance of the West­ern Iowa Tech Film and Media Pro­duc­tion program.

This project was an excel­lent oppor­tu­ni­ty for my stu­dents to be involved with every step of the process on a cre­ative process, from the brain­storm­ing, to the shoot, to post-pro­duc­tion. We strove to make a video that encap­su­lat­ed not only the atti­tude of the song, but Kelsey’s per­sona as a per­former. My stu­dents served as the pro­duc­tion crew and edit­ed the project, tak­ing notes from our client all along the way.

Press

Screenings

  • Sioux City Inter­na­tion­al Film Fes­ti­val – Sioux City, Iowa

WIT Video Tiles

  • Dig­i­tal sig­nage installation
  • HD video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Cre­ative Director/​Project Manager

A dig­i­tal sig­nage instal­la­tion fea­tur­ing pro­grams of study at West­ern Iowa Tech Com­mu­ni­ty Col­lege, pro­duced with the help of my WIT Film & Media Pro­duc­tion students.

The WIT Cam­pus Tech­nol­o­gy depart­ment came to me with a real­ly inter­est­ing project: they had recent­ly acquired five Christie Microtiles, a bezel-less mod­u­lar video dis­play sys­tem often used to make large video walls, to exper­i­ment with their use as on-cam­pus dig­i­tal sig­nage. These orig­i­nal Microtiles were based on the same DLP tech­nol­o­gy Christie used in their cin­e­ma pro­jec­tors, and the col­or ren­di­tion was real­ly remark­able. They had placed the tiles in a ver­ti­cal hous­ing to dis­play a loop of video and still con­tent with the unusu­al­ly tall, nar­row aspect ratio of 4 × 15. The tech depart­ment want­ed to know whether the film pro­gram would like to pro­duce any video con­tent to fea­ture on the screen. I brought the oppor­tu­ni­ty to my stu­dents, and they decid­ed that we should cre­ate some short video loops fea­tur­ing some of the pro­grams of study that WIT offered.

Pro­duc­ing con­tent for this dis­play pre­sent­ed some real­ly intrigu­ing chal­lenges. Not only did we need to cap­ture tall, nar­row video (a feat we accom­plished eas­i­ly enough by mount­ing our FS700 side­ways, but we want­ed to be mind­ful of the seams where the screens met—there was no bezel, but there would be nar­row lines inter­rupt­ing the image. Beyond that, we need­ed to devel­op a visu­al lan­guage that made sense for this aspect ratio and instal­la­tion. Com­pos­ing visu­al­ly inter­est­ing shots that made use of the full height of the col­umn forced us to think very dif­fer­ent­ly from the way we approached com­pos­ing shots for a hor­i­zon­tal frame. Because we thought cam­era move­ment would be dis­ori­ent­ing to peo­ple glanc­ing at the col­umn as they walked past, we opt­ed for a total­ly sta­t­ic cam­era for all of our shots.

I built an After Effects tem­plate and direct­ed the first pro­gram video (fea­tur­ing our own Film and Media Pro­duc­tion pro­gram), and once we were able to deter­mine that every­thing was work­ing accord­ing to plan, my stu­dents each picked a pro­gram of study, shot footage, and edit­ed it into the After Effects tem­plate. The result­ing videos were looped on the video col­umn, which was placed at the main entrance of the col­lege to greet vis­i­tors and students.

Building Connections With Students

  • 5 min­utes
  • HD video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Director/​Cinematographer/​Editor

Steve Aron­son of Teach Authen­tic dis­cuss­es his phi­los­o­phy of class­room man­age­ment and gen­uine inter­ac­tion with students.

When Steve decid­ed to leave his teach­ing posi­tion to start a speak­ing and class­room con­sult­ing busi­ness, he came to me for help mak­ing a film that would doc­u­ment his teach­ing philoso­phies and class­room man­age­ment style and could be fea­tured on his web­site. The result­ing film is a cin­e­mat­ic call­ing card for Teach Authen­tic, high­light­ing Steve’s per­son­al jour­ney as a teacher, giv­ing view­ers a glimpse into one of his class­es, and show­cas­ing a few tes­ti­mo­ni­als that give us a bet­ter under­stand­ing of how trans­for­ma­tive a teacher’s empa­thy and under­stand­ing can be to his students.

Mujeres Unidas de Candelaria

  • 4 min­utes
  • Video
  • Col­or
  • My role: Edi­tor

A video intro­duc­ing the Peru­vian wom­en’s non-gov­ern­men­tal-orga­ni­za­tion Mujeres Unidas de Can­de­lar­ia and out­lin­ing its mission.

I cut togeth­er this quick video from exist­ing footage and still images for Mujeres Unidas’ web launch. The final video was deliv­ered in both Eng­lish and Span­ish ver­sions for dis­play on the bilin­gual web site.

Call to Forehead

  • 1 minute
  • 16mm
  • Col­or
  • My role: Co-Direc­tor/Cin­e­matog­ra­pher/Ed­i­tor
"Call to Forehead" poster

A short film in the style of a ’70s thriller trailer.

A mys­te­ri­ous, malev­o­lent fore­head from the sev­enth dimen­sion is wreak­ing hav­oc on the lives of inno­cents. It can make phone calls, and move lamps with its mind. Even if you escape, you will NEVER! be the same.

Director’s statement

I have a great fond­ness for the sorts of trashy thrillers I used to see adver­tised at the begin­nings of heav­i­ly-worn Block­buster video­cas­settes. Call to Fore­head, made in col­lab­o­ra­tion with Vin­cent Gag­ne­pain, was our homage to these cheap­ly-made, over­wrought genre movies.

In order to best emu­late the par­tic­u­lar tex­ture of such trail­ers, we shot on 16mm film. Our graph­ics were designed using only tech­niques that would have been cheap­ly avail­able at the time, and incor­po­rat­ed the dis­tinc­tive jit­ter of a low-qual­i­ty opti­cal print­er. The final edit was rout­ed through a peri­od VCR to intro­duce a soupçon of ana­log smearing.

Coffee With John

John Kefalas is a life­long pub­lic ser­vant who has worked tire­less­ly for the peo­ple of North­ern Col­orado. I helped plan and pro­duce this series of videos for his 2010 reelec­tion cam­paign for Col­orado State House Representative.

In plan­ning this series of videos with the Kefalas com­mu­ni­ca­tion staff, we set our­selves the goal of pro­duc­ing the most sub­stan­tial cam­paign ads pos­si­ble. So much cam­paign mes­sag­ing is based on exag­ger­a­tion and per­son­al­i­ty, but John’s strength has always been his abil­i­ty to talk specifics. To that end, we planned to make a series of short videos address­ing spe­cif­ic issues:

  • Clean ener­gy
  • Edu­ca­tion
  • Job cre­ation & small business
  • Trans­porta­tion

I shot a lot of video for this project. I fol­lowed John around as he spoke to com­mu­ni­ty groups, can­vassed neigh­bor­hoods, met vot­ers, and vis­it­ed local busi­ness­es. John’s com­mu­ni­ca­tions direc­tor wrote scripts on each of the four cho­sen issues for John to deliv­er to cam­era. In the end, though, we real­ized that less real­ly was more, and that the typ­i­cal “can­di­date address­es the cam­era inter­cut with B‑roll” piece evoked the type of sub­stance­less mes­sag­ing we were try­ing to avoid.

One of the things I find most com­pelling about John as a leader is his lack of slick­ness. He has a ten­den­cy to come across a lit­tle stiff when address­ing a cam­era direct­ly, but he’s deeply knowl­edge­able on the rel­e­vant issues and com­mu­ni­cates very well one-on-one with his constituents.

That’s how we came to the con­clu­sion that the most ele­gant solu­tion was to let John talk to some­one about the issues that mat­tered most to him. So we arranged to stop by a local cof­fee shop (Star­ry Night in Old Town), and had him sit down with my grand­moth­er Gladys for about an hour—no scripts, no fan­cy pro­duc­tion, only an occa­sion­al prompt from me to talk about a spe­cif­ic issue we want­ed to cover.

That con­ver­sa­tion pro­vid­ed ample footage to cut togeth­er minute-long videos on each of the four top­ics, and a longer flag­ship video that cov­ered John’s can­di­da­cy more generally.

John hand­i­ly won re-elec­tion. It had noth­ing to do with these videos, but I think the qual­i­ties that made him so pop­u­lar with his con­stituents are on full dis­play here.

Higher Purpose

  • 13 min­utes
  • 16mm/​Analog video
  • Color/B&W
  • My role: Writer/​Director/​Editor

When thir­teen mem­bers of the mys­te­ri­ous High­er Pur­pose Group are found dead, police turn to Broth­er Adam, the sole sur­viv­ing mem­ber of the group, for answers.

On March 15, 1996, 13 mem­bers of a cult known as the High­er Pur­pose Group were found dead, hav­ing engaged in a mass sui­cide. Many of the deceased had been poi­soned, but sev­en had been smoth­ered. Amidst the dead was found Adam Booth, 26, who was tak­en into cus­tody by police and com­mit­ted sui­cide in his jail cell lat­er that day.

We will per­haps nev­er know why Booth did not imme­di­ate­ly take his own life, nor why he chose to com­mit sui­cide after being detained. One thing, how­ev­er, is cer­tain: he did not regret his actions, and he con­duct­ed him­self with an air of qui­et but stead­fast conviction. 

Credits

A short film by Andrew Gingerich

Starring

  • Lan­dyn Banx
  • Jim West­cott
  • Nicole Kreux
  • Anne West­cott
  • Dan Quaile

with

  • Park­er Cagle-Smith
  • Con­nie Newville
  • Mar­garet Feldman
  • Steve Wothe
  • Jayde Delano

Featured cult members

  • Scar­let Salem
  • Don­na Longson
  • Lau­ri Mueller
  • Matt Fran­ta
  • Ami­ty Carlson
  • Direc­tor of Pho­tog­ra­phy: Kathryn Criston
  • Gaffer: Matt Kane
  • Sec­ond Unit Direc­tor: Ethan Holbrook
  • Sec­ond Unit Direc­tor of Pho­tog­ra­phy: Park­er Cagle-Smith
  • Asso­ciate Pro­duc­er: Lan­dyn Banx
  • Spe­cial Thanks: First Chris­t­ian Church – Min­neapo­lis, Minnesota

Who Is Landyn Banx?

  • 3 min­utes
  • 16mm
  • B&W
  • My role: Co-Writer/Di­rec­tor/Ed­i­tor

Star­ring Lan­dyn Banx in a film about Lan­dyn Banx, writ­ten and direct­ed by Lan­dyn Banx, adapt­ed from the play Lan­dyn Banx, by Lan­dyn Banx.

Credits

  • A short film by Andrew Gingerich
  • Writ­ten by Andrew Gin­gerich, Ethan Hol­brook, and Park­er Cagle-Smith

Starring

  • Lan­dyn Banx
  • Ethan Hol­brook
  • Heather Amos
  • Park­er Cagle-Smith
  • Direc­tor of Pho­tog­ra­phy: Matt Kane
  • Sound Recordist: Ethan Holbrook
  • A Lan­dyn Banx pro­duc­tion by Lan­dyn Banx

A Noteworthy Occurrence

The Note-Mak­er runs out of pens.

I made this my fresh­man year of film school! As all fresh­man film stu­dents inevitably must, Matt and I made some­thing that we were cer­tain was com­plete­ly unique, but was in fact a luke­warm homage to Eraser­head.

Credits

  • Writ­ten & direct­ed by Andrew Gin­gerich & Matt Kane
  • Star­ring Jacob Smith

Screenings

  • Mil­wau­kee Short Film Festival