Last week I did a short film called: "The Hotel". It was a sort of a one woman show, a one woman piece, a six page monologue where Rachel, the main character, is trying to understand why the guy she spent an incredible night with, disappeared.
We can all relate to this story in one way or another. Sometimes I look back and I remember those moments where I desperately tried to keep myself sane after falling in love with the wrong guy. Only to learn years later that those old feelings were far from being "love". Love is not suppose to make you feel so small. Sometimes I wish I could travel in time and have a conversation with my ownself. How could I give power to certain people to treat me like? How could I compare myself to other women and loose my own self esteem? But I am not a victim. When I start thinking too much, then I remember that there were guys who loved me too and suffered for me but I didn't love them back so I have no reason to complain. I might have vanished from some people's lives too without apologising. I was special for certain people and I didn't pay much attention to that.
I became very practical and rational. I let myself feel when I have scripts and characters to play. They end up being a secret channel through which I let myself feel and dramatise my existence, they take me to the skeletons I have in my closet:)
The script was written by Sarah Lemonier and directed by Artur Ribeiro. Both of them are portuguese screenwriters and Artur has some directing background as well. The project is in English and it was filmed in a Hotel in Shoreditch. I ll be sharing the short film soon.
Here's a quote from the script:
"How are we suppose to live: happy but betrayed or unsatisfied but loved?"
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