So, in trying to get the elevator speech and the trailer down for Gooogled, the short film that ends with a shot of my boy with Down Syndrome, I came up with the fact that it’s the questions in our lives that define us, not the answers. We carve ourselves with the questions. They are our mantras, our rosary beads.
Here’s what I came up with for the elevator speech. Imagine yourself getting on the third floor. The doors open and you walk in. The doors close. I have one minute or less to tell you why I spent all my money to make this film. I have thirty seconds to try to convince you it matters. I have ten to remind myself that heat, humility and the love of my boy is all I have. Humility and the heart. It’s what I want to give to you.
The Elevator Speech:
The film begins one night when I’m researching. I’m in front of my computer and I type in a question. And then it happens – something that I know has happened to you—before I finish the question, Google’s predictive algorithm, the Google oracle algorithm finishes the questions for me. There are four –apparently the questions determined to be the most haunting, the most fevered, the most in need of answering by me and my culture at that very distinct ,thin slice of time. So, the film begins to question what these questions say about us. And what happens when we really sit in the heat of our own questions. This is the film: The question that I landed on—because it’s the question that had no answer. Because like all questions that have no answer, this is that one that cracked my heart.
Gooogled 