The
only thing a journal requires to earn the name is consistency; you
have to make regular entries or it's not a journal. Well, I don't
have a journal. Not for lack of trying, I just haven't remained
consistent. But for any of you who may be interested, here is a
summary, a sort of journal-in-retrospect, of my two years in
production on the Panic Room
DVD, assembled with the help of the lengthy e-mail trail every
project leaves behind. I'll try to leave out as many of the boring
parts as possible.
Panic Room is without question
the most elaborate, complex DVD I have yet produced. It wasn't
designed to be that from the outset, it just grew in the process.
There's a strange phenomena that can sometimes occur where the
circumstances of a film's production are mirrored in everything else
related to the film; if pre-production was a bitch, production will
be a bitch. And so will post, marketing, et cetera, right on through
to the DVD, almost like a generational curse. When David Fincher set
out to make Panic Room, he
intended it to be a quick, breezy B-movie with a relatively low
budget. But somewhere along the way a series of almost mythically
proportioned mishaps and difficulties arose that turned a
quick-and-dirty exercise in suspense into a gargantuan undertaking
that tested the endurance and tenacity of everyone involved.
Similarly, the DVD took a long and tortured route to completion,
albeit for different reasons.
2/28/2002 - Saw Panic Room
for the first time at Sony Studios. Wasn't crazy about it, but
absolutely gorgeous to look at. Been over a year since Fincher and I
first met about the DVD.
When my initial budget (half of what it ballooned into in the end,
incidentally) was rejected by the studio, we were already several
weeks into production. It often happens that in order to stand even
a slim chance of making a studio's ever-shrinking delivery dates,
you have to begin work before the details are finalized. The
producer David Brown once said that movies don't get a firm green
light until two weeks into principal photography, and so it usually
is with DVD. So, with the budget rejected and the bills not being
paid, I had to shut down until we could settle everything. Shutting
down is always a dangerous proposition, not only for aesthetic
reasons, like losing creative momentum, but because the early stages
of production are when you and your editor are doing all the "head
work" of getting familiar with the material on hand, figuring
out what needs to be shot, what holes need filling, and how the
whole thing will shape up. If you shut down, not only does the
information go stale, but you risk losing your team. They have to
work, after all, and they have the annoying tendency of going where
the money is. Over the course of production on Panic
Room, we shut down three times.
Part of the problem in the early stage was that Fincher himself was
a little ambivalent about the whole thing to begin with. I think he
was questioning whether or not a Special Edition was warranted.
While I didn't disagree in a general sense, I felt that the
technical achievement of the film and the intense, grueling nature
of the production left plenty to talk about on DVD. Trouble was
that, while I certainly sensed a bit of apprehension in him when we
spoke about it, he never directly communicated anything to me but
enthusiasm and willingness to go ahead. But for whatever reason, the
studio was getting a different message and the communication
breakdown during this early period is what resulted in the budget
disagreements.
Eventually we got everything straightened out... sort of. I used
the hiatus to complete the Blade II
DVD, which had been going on concurrently, and then my editor Keith
Clark and I went back to work. Keith is a very capable, very
talented editor who was instrumental in sorting through the huge
amount of footage and giving it a coherent shape. I only took on
some of the editing chores myself because there was too much for one
man to do, and because sometimes the easiest way to get what you
want is to do it yourself. That, plus my megalomaniacal need to put
my grubby fingerprints on everything.
2/29/2002 - Twenty three boxes of
tapes and paperwork show up from the Panic Room production
office.
As with Fight Club, the
on-set footage had been shot by John Dorsey, an associate of
Fincher's who had worked with him since The
Game. Out of a perfectly reasonable distaste for the
typical EPK crew and the work they churn out, Fincher has long made
a practice of barring them from his sets and having Dorsey shoot all
the behind-the-scenes stuff. The benefits of this are numerous,
mostly having to do with the fact that by the time production
starts, the cast and crew are already very familiar with Dorsey and
allow him access that an EPK crew would never have. Plus, Dorsey is
there on set every day, whereas EPK folks typically show up for a
couple of days, grab some B-roll, an interview or two, and move on
to the next gig. (A good example of this is Freddy
vs. Jason. Of the five days the EPK crew was on set, they
elected not to shoot on the days that Freddy was fighting Jason -
there wasn't one frame of footage from the finale, arguably the most
crucial scene in the film, to work with. File that one as one of the
biggest head-scratchers in my career). And if Dorsey's footage is
less polished and grittier than what you get from EPK, I think it
only adds to the raw, fly-on-the-wall vibe that I always try to
shoot for with DVD supplements.
However, Dorsey doesn't shoot interviews, and as much as I try to
avoid those irritating talking-heads that are the crutch of so many
sloppy DVD supplements, they do have a place and we needed a bunch
for Panic Room. The first was
Conrad W. Hall, who lives in Santa Barbara. We had to find a place
near him to shoot and finally located a small, privately-owned
soundstage near the mission. The owner of the stage was a trust-fund
hippy, part Jeff Lebowski, part Gordon Gekko, in the sense that he
feigned the laid-back, dropped-out recluse, but was in fact such a
hard-ass for cash that he held the interview footage ransom while we
ran to the bank so the sound man could loan me the $300 bucks for
the stage rental. Okay, so I had forgotten the cashier's check in
L.A. But was that any reason to demand my personal video camera as
collateral before we could even begin shooting? I wasn't there on
behalf of Full Moon, for God's sake. This was Sony Home
Entertainment, and they always pay their bills. "There's a
courier on his way up here right now with the check. He'll be here
in two hours," I assured him. "No-can-do, man," he
said, tossing his mane. "Fine. Here's my credit card." "Sorry
bro, cash only." This went on for half an hour, to no avail.
On the upside, the interview went extraordinarily well. I ended up
with two and a half hours worth of terrific material, some of which
you can also see in the Alien
Resurrection doc (Conrad was the operator on that film,
and I played an Alien, so we had a lot to chat about). It's days
like that that provide this job's greatest rewards. How can you beat
sitting around talking about movies with some of the best filmmakers
in the world, many of whom you've admired, even worshipped, for
years?
11/23/2003 - Flight to San Francisco.
Rental car trouble results in a hundred dollar cab ride to Marin
County.
A few weeks later it was off to Sausalito to meet with the
obscenely talented sound designer Ren Klyce. I didn't have a crew
with me this time, it was just me and my HandyCam. This
stripped-down kind of approach can be a gamble; the downside is that
you aren't properly lit and the mic is only so-so. The upside is
that it's much looser, there's more freedom to move around quickly
and it's more intimate, which is particularly beneficial when you're
interviewing people who haven't been on camera much, if ever. I
decided to risk it and, if you ask me, it paid off. In hindsight,
the piece on sound design wouldn't have been nearly as involving or
instructive if it had been shot traditionally. The only thing I
would do differently is have a wireless mic pinned to Ren's chest.
4/22/2003 - After innumerable last
minute cancellations, finally got the first of the commentary
sessions scheduled. They'll all be recorded at POP in Santa Monica
and edited at CCI. Final editing will take place over the next six
months.
All during this period and continuing over the next few months the
commentaries were being scheduled and, bit-by-bit, recorded. The
initial plan had been to record the cast together. I've done this
before, and it can result in an entertaining track. You get a lot of
glad-and-happy, "Hey, remember this day..." and "Oh,
you're really good in this scene..." kind of stuff, sometimes
more, often less. It really depends on the personalities involved
and the chemistry they do or don't have. Unfortunately, it's very
hard to predict what the results of a group recording will be before
you do it, and by then you've used your one window of opportunity in
a movie star's schedule. One definite thing these kind of tracks
have going for them, however, is they're much easier on me. Aside
from cutting out snorts and coughs, maybe shuffling a few sentences
around, the editing is typically very light. You turn on the red
light, they go, and you stop when they're done. With solo tracks I
always sit on the stage with the subject and ask questions, offer
topics and reminders and generally make a nuisance of myself in an
attempt to make it flow like a conversation. This ensures that the
things I want to cover get covered and I think it makes for a more
relaxed, intimate recording. But it makes editing very tough, since
nobody wants to hear my lousy two cents chiming in all the time.
Removing my own voice without making it sound like anything has been
removed is... well, it's harder than it sounds. More often than not
it means taking bits of one sentence, changing the words around,
grabbing a "th" sound from another word, an "s"
with the right amount of sibilance, and Frankenstein-ing a coherent
statement out of something that started out as a response to a
question you no longer hear. That's hard enough as it is, but then
you have to do the same thing with the other participants, and then
mesh them all together so that the track as a whole has focus and
purpose and tells a story. It's long and torturous and it takes
months to do and if you do it right, nobody notices. And after all
that, some desk jockey in the studio legal department decides they
don't like a particular turn of phrase and wants you to change it --
that's enough to steam up a man's glasses.
None of which is to say that the participants didn't do a terrific
job on their own. As anyone who's ever edited anything will tell
you, the final piece will never be any good if you don't start out
with great material. It's a testament to the people involved that
the tracks work despite all the monkeying around I did.
It was Fincher who suggested that the actors should be recorded
separately for the simple reason that the content invariably ends up
more instructive, and while I knew that spelled months of editing
hell for me, I couldn't disagree with him. On Fight
Club I had recorded Fincher, Brad Pitt, Edward Norton and
Helena Bonham Carter individually, then recorded again with Fincher,
Pitt and Norton together, and cobbled the final track together out
of those five separate sessions. But the group recording for that
disc seemed to make more sense than for Panic
Room. And yes, we tried like hell to get Jared Leto
involved, but he was either unwilling or unable to do it. We never
did get a firm answer. Anyway, I'm pleased with the final result and
any shortcomings they may have are entirely my fault. |