The Impossible Movie


Looking through countless interviews of directors, actors, and crew members from numerous movies, every now and then I come across the story of how everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I always wondered how that starts, where a movie day goes from alright to completely detrimental to the moral of everyone on set, and then I found out first hand the soul reason for the occurrence of these so called “Hell Days”: complicated story telling paired with severe under-planning.

Near the end of 2017, my friend hit me up and asked to be in a movie because he had seen “The Hoagie Hang-Up” and saw the potential to create a seriously astonishing film.

“What idea do you suggest to film?” I asked.


“It is your idea. What do you want to be in?”

“Well…you know that random series about wars in space you did like a half decade ago?”

“Random Space Wars?”

“Yeah that’s the one. You wanna finish that series?”

“Um…yeah sure.”

To be honest, I had been waiting to finish that series for the longest time, I couldn’t tell you how excited I was to actually finish what I said I would, not to mention the nostalgia flooding my heart as I agreed to close this chapter of my movie making career.

Like any decent filmmaker, I got to writing an overly complicated script over the course of the winter break. And like any realistic filmmaker, I scrapped the overly complicated storyline and created something within reason with a relatively simple storyline while explaining the messy plot haphazardly created a half decade ago. The plan was for me to reprise my role as the main character being interrogated by another character introduced in Random Space Wars Part 1 being accompanied by a new character that oversees the operations of the company in the story. An ambiguous explanation of an already semi-complex story, but that story is not important.

I get my two friends together one friday night to start filming in the garage of Highland Park High School, which was a bad idea in hindsight, but I digress. In my backhouse, my friend is waiting as I am setting up the gear to create this soon to be fractured short film. My friend gets a call from another one of his friends, and to save everyone the gory details, we get derailed from starting the shoot at 6 pm to 10:30 pm. Quite a situation. We have failed before we even began. So insight of that fact, we block the scenes instead of shooting, while also learning that the garage can’t be used as a film set because security guards are quite averse to kids loitering in the later hours of night in a high school garage (surprisingly).

After that fiasco, I reschedule to shoot at my other friend’s house and I ask another to man and direct the film as I planned on acting. We arrive, set up, and wait for the pre-assigned director to appear. Thirty minutes go by, he arrives with five other people not assigned to do anything. My friend who is letting us borrow his house for filming is not so pleased, but we fight through the pain. Not long after, we decide as a team for the friend who brought other people to play my character and I would direct. Not long after that, the newly assigned main character leaves on short notice and once again, I have failed to shoot these scenes.

Third time’s a charm. That’s how the saying goes, right? Whether or not there’s truth in that, it surely did not help this third attempt whatsoever. We start setting up the scene without any clue of who will play the main role. My friend who is walking onto the set for the first time ever has brought three of his friends, and I have a job for each of them except for the third.

“Who’s playing Sideswipe (the main)?”

“We don’t really know for sure. I was thinking maybe you?”

“I’d rather not.”


“What about her?”

We both dart to the female he has led to my friend’s house.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?”


“The gender change discontinuity?”

“Michael. There are so many errors in this reboot. Do you think it really matters?”

Thinking of the two other failed times this has gone down the drain, I make the mentally sane decision.

“Ok let’s do it.”

To say that night failed would be an over exaggeration. The main problems were lack of cooperation from the crew and lack of shooting time. I made the executive decision to reshoot everything. Again. For a fourth time.

Too much in too little of a time frame. Fourth time fell through harder than a Galaxy S8 battery. Needless to say when we did successfully shoot these scenes for a grand total of five separate weeks spread over more than 2 months, I was more than relieved to know that I did what I said I was gonna do and that this burden had been relinquished from my shoulders. The takeaway from this abomination of a movie making experience is to never give up and to plan like your life depends on it, because it just might for your sanity and mental health alone.