That’s all I can say right now. Deja. Freakin’. Vu.
As I sat here to type this article, a huge flood of deja vu came over me. I’ve been in this exact position before… I’ve seen myself writing this exact article, posting these exact pictures… Did I dream about it and now it’s coming true? I have no clue what’s happening, but this is weird. Insert your own “believe in your dreams and it’ll all come true” cliche here. Seriously, whoa…
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah…
I wanted to write a quick article about my evening last night. Last night at the Real D Theater in Beverly Hills, I was invited to finally see the movie I worked on, The Hurricane Heist. It’s been almost two years since I worked on it, and outside of a few clips here and there, and some behind the scenes stuff, I’ve been as much in the dark on how it turned out as everyone else. Even better, I got to experience it with my entire family in tow. My wife and my two girls got to share in this experience. They finally got to see, tangibly, on the big screen, what I do. I thought I was prepared, but I wasn’t.
It started with Director Rob Cohen introducing the movie and giving a few shout outs to people in the crowd that worked on it. He gave me a poster that he signed for me and it just felt good to be included in that mix, part of a gigantic team of people all working toward the same goal of making some fun entertainment.
Then the lights lowered and off we went. As I bit my lip waiting for my name to appear, I quickly realized this is a movie with no opening credits. Fine by me. Those are my favorite kind of movies anyway. Get RIGHT to the action. Credits be damned. I’ll see it at the end. Right now I just want to have a good time.
I’m glad to say that the movie is a riot. It’s so much fun. Rob did a great job. It knows exactly what it is and it delivers. It’s not high art. It’s called The Hurricane Heist for crying out loud, what do you expect? Pompous critics will probably hate it, I guarantee. Eff them. If they (or you) want cerebral high drama, go see Phantom Thread. If you want some insane, leave-your-brain-at-the-door-and-just-escape type of entertainment, you won’t be disappointed. The lead actors are incredible. Their chemistry is fantastic. And there is nonstop hurricane action in this baby from beginning to end. You don’t have time to breathe. Especially considering what they were able to pull off on a $30 million dollar budget, when most disaster movies run in the $150 million+ department, my mind is seriously blown (pun not intended.)
When all was said and done, the movie ends and it cuts to black. The first credit fills the screen, “Directed by Rob Cohen.” Then came the second credit, “Written by Scott Windhauser and Jeff Dixon.” My little girl sitting next to me squeezed me so hard when she saw it. She was so excited. My teenage girl did what teenage girls do and took out her phone to film it. She was so excited too. My wife was just grinning from ear to ear, proud. There it was. It was real. There’s my name on a big Hollywood movie. A thing I watched ever since I had cognitive ability. It was so weird. I’ve worked on so many damn things in my career, but this was the very first time I’d been able to see my name on the big screen like this. It was amazing and confusing at the same time. Conflicting emotions filled me. I want to say I was 100% elated, but it’s weird. When you’ve felt defined by the struggle for so long, it feels odd to have success. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be honest.
But whatever conflicting feelings I was experiencing came to a screeching halt when my 11 year old looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and said, “Holy crap. Dad. That. Was. SO. AWESOME!!!! I loved that so much!!!”
Okay, now I know what to feel. That felt SOOOOO much better than seeing my name on the screen. As we all talked about it on the drive home and shared stories about what made it in the movie and what was cut. What lines were mine, what weren’t. All of it was pure magic. My family was proud, and that’s what it’s about. That’s all it’s ever been about for me.
Now everyone else, go see The Hurricane Heist when it comes out March 9. I guarantee that the 11 year olds in all of you will love it.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going lie back and contemplate this insane deja vu.