Boy, raised by drama and English profs, meets story. Boy falls in love with story. Pre-teen boy sees Truffaut’s 400 Blows. Boy is hooked on film, for life.
Boy, now young man, gets BA in film production. He has no money and even less clue about how to make any in his chosen field. Stumbles across something called corporate video (what?!) and blindly takes an in-house video job in California working for the silicon man. He meets the love of his life, relegating film to mistress status. Then takes another in-house gig as a means to get himself and his beautiful young family to Seattle.
But even a very strong fish can only swim on land for so long. Finally realizing that it may be the constant head-pounding against the wall that is causing the headaches, the man strikes out on his own. The first shingle is hung.
And it works. Then it works bigger. More clients, more work, better work, blue chip clients, awards, accolades, office space, employees, and then really, really good work in a special small agency called Eyeplay. It hums on an upward Zen-like vibe for nearly two decades…
Then 2008 happened. Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming.
Man rises from the rubble, dusts himself off and watches Flight of the Phoenix (the original). Repeatedly.
Man, now a bit older and lifetimes wiser, strikes out on his own, again. The name seems to fit: Backstory Films.
The circle, having now been completed, remains unbroken. Or something.