Movie making

I didn’t set out to make a movie last weekend—it just happened. As the Digit Festival neared, I hinted to my son-the-filmmaker and my husband-the-filmmaker-before-him, that the occasion presented an opportunity to garner accolades artistic and monetary. Nobody bit.

My husband, who was a wiz with an old Bolex film camera, has yet to master the video camera passed down to him from our son. The son is busy wooing an actress in the city, and editing his first feature-length film.

It was up to me to uphold the family film cred. But that is not what I was thinking when I pulled out my pocket Canon on Saturday night and started shooting.

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