For the past week or so I've been in this sort of rut with the script. First it was self-doubt, which I overcame somewhat. I pressed on and continued to write. So far, it's a fantastic script. The problem is that it's too costly. It requires more actors than I anticipated. Usually for a low-low budget the magic number is 8. I had about four more than I should and still counting. I tried to cut it down, but it created some plot holes. I was at a standstill.
However, I was re-reading my Samuel Arkoff bio and the words from the master himself set me free, in a manner of speaking. At one point in the book he says hey it's not Shakespeare, referring to a film that he and Jim Nicholson produced. As cornball of a cliche that was, it made something inside my head click.
The reality is that I have this desire to make a flick. Yet, the budget is low-real low-not even 1000 dollar filmmaker low. Less than the cost of a Playstation 3, if you dig. Real low, daddy-o.
So if the budget is close to zero why stress over making something that competes with something grand? I'm not Shakespeare or David Mamet. I am not even Ed Wood at this point. But I can take the budget I have and make a flick that is pulp. A dime novel come to life. Trash, but the kind you pick up off rack as a guilty pleasure.
What does this all mean? Well as much as I hate to admit to this, I am going back to page one and writing a new script. In a way it is a enormous step backwards, but it can also be the right one to take.
Corman once had a saying about the flicks he made and why people watched them; "People love steak, but every once in awhile they just want a hot-dog."