The Sequel

The Sequel

Over the last few weeks I’ve made a few jokes about the film’s “sequel.”  I speculated that maybe I should hire a camera op to follow me on my film tour since I expect to get into various shenanigans along the way.  It was a popular idea, but sadly it isn’t realistic.  I suspected hiring a camera op would cost at least $10,000.  I talked to a few friends, and they told me it would be closer to $30,000.  (Maybe they could do it for half that, because it seemed like it’d be a fun job, but no less than $15,000.  Plus expenses.)  Seeing as I am still in debt for Being Ginger, that isn’t going to happen.  If you’re interested in my misadventures on tour I recommend that you just subscribe to this blog.  I plan to start posting more regularly, and I’ll probably focus on the ridiculousness of trying to travel around the country to 30 cities with a documentary about…  Wait, what is it about again?

That said, I do have a very real plan for a “sort of” sequel.  (At least it will be both a sequel and a stand alone film in the way that Hot Fuzz followed Shaun Of The Dead.)  I am hesitant to reveal too much about it at this time, except to say that it will be another personal documentary.  I don’t intend to focus on my hair, although I would be shocked if it didn’t come up at some point.  It’s a ways away from happening, but I’ll go ahead and reveal here and now, for those who didn’t already know, that it has the working title of An American Ginger In Paris.  I suspect the target audience includes anyone who enjoyedBeing Ginger and anyone who has ever dreamed of running off to Paris to chase a wild dream.  It’s early still, but I have created a Facebook page for it, so if you’re interested, give it a like, and be patient, my next misadventure is coming.

For the record, I have no intention of singing in the film. I might dance though.

I’ve already starting shooting test footage and I have a long notebook full of ideas.  I might even post here once or twice about my love of Paris.