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The Little Book of Fears — The Movie!



I've been talking about this one for months, haven't I?

One of the difficulties with this project is explaining the fun it is live. Usually, I'll say something like:"You know, it's like one of those umumum kids' books that have a head and a middle and feet and then umumum you flip through it and make up figures. It's about fear. Oh, and it has explanations in the back."

That's where friends (Thanks Jovita!) and cameras come in. In stead of going through the verbal  motions again and again, they made it possible to record the experience that is the Little Book of Fears, thus providing the viewer with a nonverbal and direct explanation that works better than most words I have hitherto come up with to explain this.

It is also my first foray into stop-motion shot in natural light, which was a joy to make, from the shoot to the selection of the individual frames that would make up the film to the final hectic edit. I wanted it to be slightly jarring. The subject is, after all, fear.

The figures don't always align, that is true. While this may seem like an oversight, this was due to production issues and experiments with binding, documented here. That post ends with the promise that details would follow. Promise kept.

Now, in the time- honoured tradition of cheesy lines, I hope it is as much fun to watch as it was to make.

Music is Any Minute Now by Soulwax

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