The Animation Pimp: Fatties
“Alluring is not the word,” he says with an accent that makes me giggle. “The experience of doing this thing practically solo is hardly an exhilarating experience. For myself it was something that came about and there was an opportunity to do it. I've never been paid for my shorts and have never spent more than $200 on a single one of them. This feature comes with a lump of cash so for a certain portion of the year I won't have to hustle. I spend an inordinate amount of time hustling for work.”
“Isn’t there a greater risk involved?”
The sultry Latvian grabs my arm and squeezes as she speaks: “I don't know if an audience will connect with the story. I don’t even know if any festival will accept it. And I don’t know what distributors will think or do. When I undertook the project it was a leap in the air. It is a risk not only economically (i had put my and other people's money on this bet) but artistically, and I put my reputation at risk too. If one cannot understand why people take risks like this, then one cannot explain it to them.
“I make features,” says the Brit, “because I'm bloody-minded and I say why the hell not? When things get tough, my films get bigger. I refuse to be bound by their rules, one of which is stick to the short film, the playground of animation independents. My films wont make money and I don't give a shit.”
Anton returns and whispers in my ear: “It’s almost June 22nd, time for you to go. You must trust and believe in people or life is impossible.”
With that, the lights go off.
The sun rises.