Clint - In His Own Words
Howdy. Clint here, a.k.a. "His." (I go by Clint.) I'm supposed to tell you something about me to give you an idea of what kind of person I am. Honestly I think the personality cloud under the "What Others Say About Us" link just about says it all. If you look closely, you'll see there are no negative traits listed. I think that's pretty accurate. And I don't think the close and long-time friends we asked to supply the words biases it at all.
So I'm the video guy. It'd be nice to have an interesting story to tell of how I got here—"I actually majored in vulcanology...."—but alas it's as clichéd as it gets: It started with Star Wars. It came, I saw, it conquered. I was mesmerized by the magic and wanted to do that myself. (That was back when visual effects were still called "special" effects, and for the most part were.) Saved up and bought the camera, made the obligatory experiments with Hot Wheels, Lego ships, and walking desk lamps (which I'm sure Pixar filched)—and then discovered writing.
Considering my interest in both, the engagement lasted much longer than I expected—ooooo, prose—but eventually the marriage happened. Three feature scripts followed, a couple of shorts, and too many ideas to keep up with. The writing has been the dominant partner, but film, too long taken for granted, has been reasserting itself. It wants equal time.
Hence the decision for another marriage of convenience, the passion with the job. Anybody who writes film, or directs film, wants to bring a certain sensibility to the screen. As someone whose cinematic tastes run from Breaker Morant to Amazon Women on the Moon, and whose favorite books span The Killer Angels to Valley of the Far Side, I'm not entirely sure what that sensibility is. But there is both a whimsy and weight to life that I look to bring to all my projects, be they personal or professional.
That's where "Who are we?" gets into "Why us?", though, which we've reserved for a related page: "Why Us?" But wait! Hold on. Don't head over there yet. You don't have to click on every linked piece of text you see the minute you see it. You still have to meet Mrs. His. Dear?
