In the beginning of the Summer of 2016, while sitting in my garage drinking beer with buddies, we started telling stories. We can always get each other falling on the floor laughing or gaping in disbelief. One story in particular grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my computer as soon as I woke up. Henry Hayfield—not the brightest bulb in the box—but he does have a brilliant imagination and, just maybe…potential. The story, that Aaron had told the night before, would serve as the punchline, but Henry, he kinda just came to life with it. Kill Jar took about three months of planning, was only a page and a half of writing, but was rich with symbolic opportunity.
Since this was my first foray into filmmaking, I didn’t quite know what was ahead, but I did understand that the planning and sheer logistics were paramount if this was going to be at all successful. What I didn’t realize was that the small details take A LOT of time. For instance, finding locations, took forever and were essentially busted yards and sheds. That doghouse in the yard—it doesn’t just appear—you’ve got to build it. The fence that’s not shitty enough, it needs to be rebuilt with a rotten fence that the local bank was throwing out because it was so rotted. The interior of the shed, as perfect as it was, still needed a smattering of things to bring it to life. This all said, the amount of good mojo and sheer handwork by everyone involved couldn’t have been underestimated. The moons aligned in a beautiful string of schedules, equipment and weather and in the weeks leading up to filming, the gods seemed to be shining on us. Even some of the props seen in the film ended up on set because the yard we filmed in was owned by a genuine pack rat. It was exciting and, on the day, you could tell everyone had their eye on the prize.
There were so many people that spent their time and effort pulling Kill Jar together without pay, that I knew I was surrounded by people that truly loved what they do and it was very humbling to me to be a part of that. Seriously, there’s no way to do what we did as a one man show and I loved being a part of this talented crew.
As far as the future for Kill Jar, it’s been submitted to a series of great fests. We’ll wait and see and keep everyone posted.
Without an ounce of “woe is me”, I think if Kill Jar wasn’t to have any luck with any of the fests, I’d be content moving on to the next thing. Getting bogged down in this one film would be tragic and expensive. However, I have good vibes about this and we all are proud of what we did in August and the months getting there. Let’s hope for the best so we can do something bigger and better…to that point, yes, I’ve got fifty-five pages of Henry’s Way already written. It’s a little less doom and gloom and bit more of the comedic journey of a strange man with love on his mind and one hell of a way of getting there.