Friday, December 11, 2009
El Cacto from Garrett Hanna on Vimeo.
I uploaded my 4th year independent film project. Mike Keogh did the sound and music and the rest was done by yours truly. It was stressful and difficult at the time but when I look back at it I miss working on it. I'd love to make another film in the future.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
He was named Niko in the beginning but I eventually just referred to him as "The Boy". Originally the story was that he was entrusted with a mouthpiece by his father the village Chief and it was a right of passage for him to summon the cactus gods. I cut it out because I had no clear and fast way to tell the audience that this was the situation. Niko still is the village chief's son and is granted the duty of village chief after the cactus gods finish their business. The Village Chief just isn't shown in the film. This would be said on the commentary if there were a DVD with special features.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
By Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.