The Wonders of Fresh Fallen Snow

The Wonders of Fresh Fallen SnowI woke up this morning feeling like an eight-year-old boy. It was a simple feeling generated by the fresh snowflakes falling past my window. I stepped outside onto the crunchy packable snow with a childish grin on my face.

There was a peculiar stillness in the air that caused me to look around and notice the dark contrasting trees. Splat! Smashed my snowball against the dark wet tree. Splat! Another snowball hit, and another. Soon an image emerged of a rabbit with six-foot ears and its paws outstretched, as if it was trying to cross the finish line before the tortoise.

After laughing at my artwork, I flipped over backwards into the snow. My weight drew me closer to the ground, as I heard the snow crunch beneath my large frame like a musical score from my boyhood. I lifted my arms above my head and spread my legs apart, and then I returned to the position of a toy soldier. Back and forth I did it again, forming the perfect snow angel.

I felt large fluffy snowflakes fall on my face and stuck out my tongue for a taste. The sound of little footsteps approached through the crunching snow and stopped by my shoulder. I turned to see a little four-year-old girl standing in a pink snowsuit with fur surrounding her face. She looked down at me with a quizzical look suggesting it was time to play.

I rolled over and got onto my knees to look into her eyes. Reaching down, I swooped up a scoop of white flakes and packed it into a snowball. I handed it to the little girl and watched a big smile form on her face. She tossed it a few feet and it rolled into a slightly larger ball that gave me an idea for a bit of fun.

Little colorful mittens pressed up against the snowball to help me roll it into a larger ball. We watched the snow roll off of the grass and form another ball larger than the first, leaving a carpet of brown grass in its wake. The little mittens pressed next to my gloves, as we rolled the biggest ball of all.

I strained to lift the midsized ball onto the big one and watched the little girl try to lift the snowman’s head. With a little bit of help she was successful and we quickly placed it on the snowman’s body.

The sound of a sliding glass door was heard and we both watched in amazement, as the girl’s mother walked out in her blue fuzzy bathrobe with a carrot in one hand and a box of raisins in the other.

With approving eyes looking at me, I took the carrot and fashioned it into the snowman’s nose. Then I watched the happy woman place clumps of raisins in each of her daughter’s mittens. After a quick squeeze, her mother took the small packed clumps of raisins and placed them in the snowman’s belly forming a line of buttons for his vest.

The little girl reached high to place the remaining individual raisins into the snowman’s newly formed smile, while I grabbed a couple fallen branches and stuck them into his torso for arms.

Standing back and looking at our snowman, the little girl’s mother took the belt from her robe and wrapped it around the snowman’s neck like a scarf. I added a final touch by placing my hat on his head and we all admired our handiwork.

As we stood in silence in the freshly fallen snow, the little girl reached out her hand and gave mine a loving squeeze. After a warm smile from her mother, I watched the two disappear back into their townhome, which reminded me that it was time for breakfast.

Taking time to be a child on a snowy morning did wonders for my heart, so I took a moment to make some hot chocolate, sat by the fireplace and typed out my morning blog to share the wonders of fresh fallen snow.

Copyright © 2015 by CJ Powers

“Birdman” Oscar Wins Reveal Hollywood

birdmanBirdman took home Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay and Best Cinematographer. None of which were a surprise to me due to the current condition of the industry.

Hollywood was taken over by marketing and business years ago, which led to the increased production of sequels and hero films based on existing comic books. This movement generated large box office dollars due to the economy and Americas’ need for hope to survive. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of creativity.

The industry is filled with creatives who are desperate for something new and unique. They want to take artistic chances and explore their craft, but always fall short by being put on films that regurgitate the same stories over and over again.

How many times can they reboot Spiderman? Sony is working out the kinks on the third version with yet another actor at the helm.

Only 15% of the top 20 films last year were original movies. The rest were either sequels, adapted from books or superhero stories. For a group of creatives that thrive on making their own stories, three films out of the top 20 is a far cry from what would satisfy an artist.

I can’t imagine what it would be like for a painter to spend the majority of his day painting ad campaigns and only 15% of his time expressing his feelings on canvas. Nor can I picture a writer penning marketing copy for most of the day and only write a handful of words to fulfill his need to express himself within a novel.

But, some how people in the movie industry have become slaves to the business and marketing teams who have no need to express anything creative.

It’s no wonder that the past three years the top Oscars have gone to stories about the industry and the pains or the forced draught of the artists themselves. Birdman speaks volumes about the desperation for a story that is new, creative and risky. It’s a revelatory film of artists’ desperation in the new Hollywood.

Film is not about money. It’s about story and artistic exploration. Yes, some have turned it into a moneymaking factory, while others have forced it to be about political messages, but in reality it’s just another art form of heartfelt expression.

This awkward set of circumstances is what drove the majority of filmmakers to create independent films rather than studio films. It’s also what is driving filmmakers to macro studios and away from Hollywood. Even the best writers are leaving film studios for independent television projects that will be released in non-standard venues.

Today, if you want a great star to be in your movie, all you have to do is come up with a risky story that’s never been done before. If it has a character that has great depth and unique qualities, you’ll be able to get any true artistic actor to sign on. After all, Hollywood is bored and desperate for something new to explore.

Hope — The Life-Force of a Filmmaker

Quest for the Nail PrintsHope is an odd thing in the motion picture business, as it’s the life-force of a filmmaker. It’s the singular thing that keeps my aspirations going after hitting roadblocks throughout my journey in getting another film made. It’s also the one element that always stays true, regardless of the uphill battles fought.

A few weeks ago I decided to put my screenplay, Quest for the Nail Prints, up for sale with the possibility of using the funds for another project or finding a co-producer. My original goal was to produce the film, but I was unable to raise the needed funds, mostly due to its higher budget.

Quest for the Nail Prints is similar to Fast and Furious meets Passion of the Christ. It’s high action coupled with time travel puts its budget higher than any faith-based film, but lower than redemptive summer box office blockbusters. In other words, I’ve created a story that will play well in the general market without offending the faith-based crowd.

The film is based on the book by the same title and was rebooted for the screen to include lots of adventure and a lightly salted in heartfelt story. Here is the logline:

A pastor’s broken promise to his wife results in him taking their anniversary trip to Israel alone, where he stumbles into an ancient well that catapults him back in time. After spending the week with Jesus of Nazareth, the pastor is forced to decide between sparing Jesus from his agonizing death and handing the Roman soldiers the nails needed to crucify him.

The logline attracted 17 Hollywood production companies to consider the story and zero faith-based companies. Clearly the companies understood that the film was a fun adventure salted with a heartfelt message about marriage commitment and not a title that preaches.

I couldn’t help but reflect back on my previous career in the film and television industry. I’ve made seven films and over 300 television episodes, which have followed a similar pattern. Every one of my shows made for the general audience was successful and the faith-based stories fell short of success – With the exception of my first film.

A Letter of Love was my first title under the Powers Productions’ banner. It was loved by most and generated some amazing fan mail. One letter came from a Baptist pastor in the south. He stated that his church was falling apart with the teens headed in the opposite direction in life from their families.

One night he showed A Letter of Love to his congregation and then had the students write love letters to their parents and visa versa. The pastor shared that the audience was so taken by the film that their letters were passionate and started a healing process that not only restored the families, but also grew church attendance. I was spurred on by a new hope to make films that would touch lives.

Soon after, I made a handful of films for the church market, but nothing seemed to work. Oh, some people were touched, but my films didn’t have that preachy feeling that most churches prefer. That’s when other doors opened for me.

I suddenly found myself working for ABC and learning techniques and skills that were far superior to anything I had seen in the church market. I fell in love with the art form and spun back off on my own, producing shows for CBS, PBS, ABC Family, WGN, etc. It didn’t take long for me to win numerous awards and cherish a new hope that maybe I could touch the general public with stories they’d never see had it carried a faith-based label.

I set out to make new stories that were designed for the general public with subtle messages of redemption salted in. The stories would take on various genres and avoid being labeled as church only material. This hope sprung into a full-blown vision and I designed an entire working studio structure to facilitate it.

Unfortunately, everything was in writing only, as I couldn’t find people of faith to fund stories for the general public, nor was I able to find secular dollars to fund films with redemptive themes. I found myself holding the keys to bringing two different audiences together under one topic of hope, but I was without support.

As an act of faith, I continued writing stories that balance well between both types of audiences. I did this with the hope that someday people will see how this new hybrid line of stories might touch our nation with moral and ethical themes – Which I believe is needed.

Today, I realized that Hollywood is starting to see the light in positive redemptive stories, while faith-based production companies are holding to their proven track record of titles that preach well to the “choir” – Which has its place in the church.

It’s my hope that Hollywood will welcome my new titles and I’ll be able to finally make a difference in our society with stories that touch lives. Hope is a good thing and I’m hoping the on going negotiations resolve with a film that looks and feels like the script suggests. We’ll see.