MY FATHER’S SHADOW is a short film written and directed by Will Osigian of Trust Fall Productions, starring Jeff Alexander. I assisted in script edits and feedback early on in the development process. During the Asheville based production, I also hooked up the crew with donated catering from Takeout Central and Rocky’s Hot Chicken Shack. The short drama film is now available to view online, though a trigger warning is due for its heavy subject matter regarding alcoholism and abuse.
At the end of November, I shipped an 86 page screenplay entitled LIKE NOTHING ELSE IN TENNESSEE for Channel 70 Productions’ consideration to purchase. Channel 70 Productions is based in Brevard, NC and ran by filmmaker Norm Brooks. In mid-October, Channel 70 put out a call for feature screenplays written by local writers to be used in a production intended for the festival circuit.
I wrote LIKE NOTHING ELSE IN TENNESSEE in the fall of 2013 for a Screenwriting course at UNC Asheville, and it has just been gathering dust in my archives ever since. Unfortunately I only had a PDF on file, so in order to give it another editing pass, I undertook the task of reformatting the script into my writing software. I use a mix of Final Draft 9, Google Docs, and Celtx, depending on the purpose.
LIKE NOTHING ELSE IN TENNESSEE was based on true events that occurred in Cumberland County, Tennessee that same year. Three teenage boys and a young mother were found shot dead in a car with no explanation as to why. The story captivated me with speculation, and informed my schoolwork that semester when I decided to embellish the circumstances by relating the fictionalized events of the previous month leading up to the tragedy itself in the form of a teen drama.
The script is still under consideration, though happy to share upon request. LIKE NOTHING ELSE IN TENNESSEE receives its name as a reference to the poem “Anecdote of the Jar” by Wallace Stevens, shared below via Poetry Foundation:
Anecdote of the Jar
by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.