Lena Horne, graced our planet with her beauty, sensuality, stunning musicality, and redefined film for minorities, died yesterday at age 92. You can watch the homage we placed into Strange Frame here: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10150204530000121&set=vb.182133437902&type=2&theater
“Don’t be afraid to feel as angry or as loving as you can, because when you feel nothing, it’s just death.” – Lena Horne
Lena Horne on Wikipedia
I was extremely excited to see some of our favorite thespians and genre stars on the lists of people who want to do voices for the movie. Like a kid in a candy store as the saying goes. Every character has a fantastic person wanting to play the role, but alas- too many choices! And some kind of funky heartbreak too.
For three years, I wanted a certain musical star to play a role in our movie. I even did full character art based on her. I listen to her music almost daily as I animate. Naively, I tried to contact her directly with no luck. A few months ago Shelley and I decided to move forward with the soundtrack. Drawing from the very talented people that Shelley already has worked with she came up with some fantastic music.
Last week, that very musical star asked to be in our movie. I was happy and crushed at the same time. The animation for the scenes I wanted her in are 30% done. The artwork for those scenes is 100% done. I made a commitment to the musicians and they made a commitment to us to do great which they delivered on. With all this weighing on me, I cannot go backwards.
We might have this R&B Queen play a different role, but, for now, I’m feeling like Stanley Kubrick, who wanted Pink Floyd to play on 2001: A Space Odyssey and only finding out years later they’d love to have done it. I feel kind of futzed up….at least we lined up our Floyd song last year.
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
After the service when you’re walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
-Roger Waters – Pink Floyd – The Final Cut