After 23 days of non-stop editing before the Sundance deadline, Patrick reflects on the process, knowing that our documentary only became what it now is because of one thing: we went all in.
When it comes to filmmaking, I’ve never really felt like I was particularly creative… or talented for that matter.
Growing up, my father always used to say “can’t isn’t in your dictionary” and he encouraged us to always believe we could do anything we dreamed of. While filmmaking was never something that just came to me, dreaming big certainly was.
But those dreams always came at the price of going “all in.”
Here’s a quick story for you…
At 16, when I was looking to save up for my first car, I took at a job at the local YMCA. During the summer break I had several weeks where I would clock 100+ hours. I can remember looking at my time sheet at the end of the week and always feeling proud at how much I had done.
It was never particularly hard work, nor was it anything I felt particularly connected to, but I was always proud of the accomplishment of simply doing something I may not have thought I was capable of.
One shift in particular: I can remember starting at the front desk at 9am on a Saturday morning, rotating to work with the kids camp around 4PM, switching to an overnight shift in maintenance at 10PM, and then picking up another another handful of hours with the kids camp in the morning…
What reached just over 30 hours straight ended up getting me in trouble with several departments (I believe that may have been illegal…) but it was just the start in opening my eyes to what was possible when you pushed yourself.
When I was old enough to drive, my dad gifted me with a business he had started and thought would be great for me to run with. It involved selling newspaper subscriptions for a commission on each sale. We had a crew of 5-6 kids that would rotate as our door-to-door crew, and a minivan to transport everybody from city to city.
Here I was at 17-18 years old, running a team of kids selling newspapers, having to handle payroll, and acting as their guardian when we traveled hours away from home. All of this, and I’d never really read a newspaper myself, had any interest in running a business, or been particularly fond of kids.
It was the challenge to see what we could do, to see what was possible, and the ideology that had been long engrained in me…
Can’t isn’t in your dictionary.
At our peak, we sold 152 subscriptions on one magical, yet long, Saturday in the middle of summer.
At a $20 a pop, it meant the kids would get a paycheck of $500-600 cash for a few days work. I can remember having to step in and stop one of the 7-year-olds, Stephane, when he went to somebody’s door to sell a paper and ended up throwing down a $1,000 cash offering to buy the car listed for sale in their front yard.
When we became the top selling team in our region and got to meet the head of the newspaper in person, he was shocked at just how young I was. Much like my current feelings that I’m not particularly talented in the art of filmmaking, at that time I certainly didn’t feel any special gifts in selling newspapers…
We were just willing to work harder, go longer, and do what nobody else would do…
Mapping out the flow of the #standwithme story board in the edit bay.