A SHOT AT THE BIG TIME (Janet Speaks)
A SHOT AT THE BIG
TIME
Janet Van Eeden recently took to Twitter and Facebook to announce that A Shot at the Big Time has moved into the Pre-production stage, for the short film.
A Shot at the Big Time is a heartfelt story that we have
been following for the past few months now, because we believe that this film
could be one of SA’s best films ever.
A little a while ago Janet wrote a story for Film Courage,
which is one of the biggest Indie Websites, about her film A Shot at the Big
Time. Here is what she had to say about her story.
“Like all good hero’s journeys, my story started with a
dream. After living in the UK for five years I decided to come back to my
native South Africa after the first Democratic elections some sixteen years
ago. Just before I left Britain, I had the seminal dream, which ‘told’ me, as
much as dreams can ever tell one anything, that I had to write screenplays and
make films. I really thought it was one of those “in your dreams” moments and
tried to ignore it.
But let me rewind a bit. In the UK I taught and studied
drama, especially theatre, and my job in the UK involved me taking groups of schoolgirls
to London or Stratford upon Avon once a month to see West End or Shakespearean
productions. I know, right? Someone has to do it. Seeing a full-scale, world-class
production once a month changed me. Not necessarily in the way you’d think.
Yes, I saw plays, which opened my eyes as to how things could be done with
endless budgets and superb talent. But I also saw plays, which had no meaning
and no merit, in my humble opinion.
They might’ve had the best actors in the world acting in
them, but essentially, some of the plays I saw on the West End weren’t very
good. Until then I’d been a writer who thought my work was never quite good enough.
But those years in the UK brought about a profound change in me. With the
arrogance only an artist has, I was sure I could write better than some of the
mediocre playwrights I’d seen.
For a number of reasons I decided to come back to South
Africa. Just before I left, I had the dream. I tried to ignore it. After all
I’d never even seen a screenplay in the, um, flesh, as it were. It was
ridiculous to expect to write one. The universe had other ideas though. I was
nudged along the path through by another carrot in my path. Firstly a
world-famous actor gave me helpful advice about my first script and encouraged
me to keep writing. Then a famous South African actor wanted me to write a
screenplay for him. My first radio play A Matter of Time was shortlisted by the
BBC World competition from thousands of entries.
The screenplay of the same name was then optioned, first by
SA producers, and later by UK directors and producers. Even though all these
encounters ended in development hell, my experience with the UK producer
secured me a London agent, and I learnt my craft like never before.
Nine years after following my seminal dream, however, I was
close to giving up. I still hadn’t had a film MADE! And if your film isn’t on
the screen you can’t call yourself a screenwriter, can you? I’d consoled myself
in the interim years by writing, producing and sometimes directing plays I’d
written and touring them around the country. It was much cheaper than raising a
budget for a film. But I decided that by the end of the ninth year, if I hadn’t
had a film script actually made, I was going to give up and take up farming.
At exactly that time a production company started looking
for a writer to write the screenplay for a film an executive producer had always
wanted to make. It was a film called White Lion using live animals but with a
full-length feature narrative. The only other film made in a similar vein is
L’ours (The Bear). After a nationwide call for writers to submit treatments, I
was shortlisted to the final three and was asked by the producers, “Why should
we give you this job?” I didn’t think for a second but answered, “Because I
love lions.” Because I do. Love lions, that is. Always have, always will.
Fortunately for me, the chief producer was also the man known as the lion
whisperer, and the words I spoke touched him. I got the job.
Working on White Lion was one of very challenging. Suffice
to say, it went through three different directors and took over five years to
make. The fact that I was still standing at the end, working on re-writes
almost right up to the final stage, made it all worthwhile. White Lion has been
shown internationally and won a number of Awards and it convinced me that
following my dream was the right thing to do.
But why do I say, in the promo on IndieGoGo.com, that it
took twenty years before I could write A Shot at the Big Time? Well this was a
particularly painful story to write as it’s about my brother who died on the
South African border in 1979. All white males over the age of 16 were
conscripted into the South African Defence Force during the Apartheid
Government’s attempt to crack down on the black resistance party, the African
National Congress and other resistance movements. As a young white male you had
no choice but to go to the army. After three months of intensive Basic
Training, the boys would be sent to annual camps, many of which were on the
South African borders with Angola or Namibia. A guerrilla war was fought on the
borders against the armed wing of the ANC and many atrocities went on. If a
young man or boy refused to serve his time in the army, he was sent to prision.
“From 4 August 1967, military conscription became compulsory for all white men
in South Africa over the age of 16. Deferment to complete schooling or a university
degree was granted, but hardly any white men were exempt from conscription.”
Jimmy was my idol. Only 13 months older than me, we’d grown
up in a really dysfunctional family. Suffice to say that my father had a
serious drinking problem and we moved around a lot, always one step ahead of
the debt collectors. So when Jimmy learnt to play the guitar and become the
lead singer in a band, it seemed as if he’d found his way out of the ignominy
of growing up poor in a small mining town.
Very quickly he became the most popular young man in the
region, playing gigs around the town of Odendaalsrus and in the neighbouring
city of Welkom. Everyone loved his performances as he had bucket loads of
charisma. He left school early to follow his dream of being a rock star. This
was the era of Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones, the anarchic conquest of the
world through music and Jimmy had bought his ticket for the whole ride. Then
the army sent him his call-up papers. And the subsequent events destroyed his
life.
The circumstances surrounding Jimmy’s death are still
unclear. The army’s version of the events is that he was killed by a ricochet
bullet three days after arriving at the border. Someone who was at the border
with him at the time, however, said he’d shot himself rather than carry a rifle
into combat the following day.
He had a mental breakdown after two unfortunate events in
his basic training had traumatized him a few years before the fatal border duty
and he’d been classified as unfit for service then. A few years later, the army
seems to have “forgotten” about this classification as he was called up for
border duty. By the age of twenty-one he was dead and my family had no
explanations. We still don’t have his death certificate.”
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