This film is hopefully going to be a big one. I have always wanted to tackle a World War II film, and I am very pleased I was able to involve the Russian aspect of it. I have always been fascinated with such an intense nationalism contrasted with their brutality, and so I was intrigued when I decided to write this script.

The "original" version of this film is complete. That is to say, the first script I write that had a semblance of completeness has been shot and edited. However, I am not pleased with how it came out storywise. I submitted this rough cut to a film festival, and surprisingly enough, it won grand prize, but I strongly feel that this needs to be extended. So, hopefully in the medium future, we will be making this film last three times as long.

The shoot for this was one of the most fun shoots I've ever had. We ran short on extras, so I had to play as a Russian soldier myself. The location we had was absolutely phenomenal, and transforming it into a perfect industrial wasteland reminiscent of Russia made this film have some nice visuals.

We geared up and headed on out to the location. I had gone their earlier to ask for permission, but I was unsuccessful in finding anyone. With no other choice, we headed out there anyways. We shot at this gorgeous factory location, and just as we were at the end of shooting, a police car turned up the road and came right at us. We stopped shooting, I got my ID, and he asked us if we were setting off firecrackers around there. We hadn't been, but we had some very incriminating firecrackers in my trunk (that I had decided not to use because we didn't have permission to be there). There were people out of sight that had been setting off firecrackers all day, though. As I denied that we had done anything wrong with explosives, the officer looked me in the eye with a look that told me he didn't believe me at all. I didn't blame him, because we were all dressed as Russian soldiers (although luckily our prop guns were also hidden in the car). Right at the moment I thought he was going to ask to search my car, the people that had been setting off firecrackers all day set off another volley. I smiled, and pointed in the direction of the sound. He looked at me, then said that we should probably leave anyways because the owner had complained about us being there.

Would have been nice to know earlier.

We left since we were on, quite literally, our last shot, and checked out the footage. The rest is history. I hope you enjoy the extension of this project when it comes out.