Dear Clint,


The photos on this page are a gift from me (white beard) to you, to remind you of the sweet, lean joy of micro-budget filmmaking. The film is Cinder, produced, written, directed, edited, and bled for by Jonathan Slade, the brilliant youngster pinned under the tractor in photos 3 and 6. Cinder hits the art house circuit soon.


I’m not as old as you are--who is?--but I’m old enough to never be embarrassed. So here’s my script--it’s almost like I wrote it for you, which I did: Mississippi Delta blues, full-throttle gospel, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Bartok, turpentine camps, humor (at least one future icon of laughter), romance, passion, jealousy, post-bellum plantation decadence, Jim Crow violence, ensemble cast, bluesman hero, short bits of magical (but not goofy) realism, tragedy. All in a tidy, plot-driven 90 pages. The spec script is finished, decorously free of camera directions, but I know what every single shot looks like.

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When one 2K is all there is.

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Skip lunch to cut a harp track.

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PLEASE don’t rain again till we get him out of there.

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Help from great kids who love film, God protect the innocent.

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A Civil War surplus Arriflex with a hair in the gate? Who’d have thought?

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One tough tractor, one tough wedding dress.

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The happy band, St. Crispins day, 2010.