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Behind-the-scenes photos from the short film “Unwanted”

Hank Ebert (left) with Gary Reid (the police officer) and Kelly Anglim (the evidence tech) with Charlie and Martha Boswell somewhere under the sheets.

Hank Ebert (left) with Gary Reid (the police officer) and Kelly Anglim (the evidence tech) with Charlie and Martha Boswell somewhere under the sheets.

I’m a stage guy, not a film guy. But once a year, Salem filmmaker Hank Ebert and I wind up collaborating on a short film for various local competitions.

In the past, we’ve done:
* “My Kid Could Paint That” for a festival at the Grandin Theatre in 2009
* “Back to the Future” for a Sweded film festival in the 2012 Marginal Arts Festival.
* “The Secret Lives of Goldfish” for the 2013 Bike Shorts Festival (behind-the-scenes photos here.)

This year, Hank and I once again have teamed up to produce a short film for the Bike Shorts Festival, which, as the name implies, is seeking short films about bicycles.

Since the entry deadline hasn’t passed  yet, and the film showing isn’t until early May, I won’t give away TOO many details, but below are some photos from our two film shoots on March 1 and March 8. You can find the entire set here.

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Video: “The Secret Lives of Goldfish”

Here’s “The Secret Lives of Goldfish,” the short film that Hank Ebert and I made as an entry in the annual Bike Shorts film festival in Roanoke, Va. (which, in turn, is part of a national competition.)

I adapted one of my stage scripts, “The Secret Lives of Goldfish, vol. 6” and Hank supplied the video magic.

Alas, we didn’t win. But we had fun, and hope you do, too, as you watch it.

Earlier, I posted some still photos from the making of this little epic.

I decided to wear the goldfish costume to the festival. Apparently, all one has to do to get attention in downtown Roanoke is to wear a fish costume on the street. Who knew? On the five block walk to the festival location, I had four people stop and take my picture, not counting this one that co-worker Erica Myatt took before I left work.

A French tourist at an art gallery came out onto the sidewalk to stop me; I couldn’t understand a word she said but I sure got the idea when she pointed to her camera. Later, when I walked by the Awful Arthur’s seafood restaurant, a man hailed me, brought me in and took me around the bar, where some (but certainly not all) patrons wanted a picture. And one little girl riding in a car shouted out “there’s Nemo!”

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