Enter: The New New Guy

Being “the new guy” is never easy, as previous posts can attest, but nearing the end of my second day as an intern at Captured Time I’m more than happy to wear the title. Growing up the son of a small practice veterinarian in Avon, Connecticut, a cloistered, wealthy suburb a few towns over from Cap Time HQ in Hartford Country, I learned early on to turn to independent film and music for a reality check. The blood, sweat and tears that went into getting these underdog efforts made and out in industries seemingly intent to snuff out the little man was unmistakable, and I felt a kinship with them that’s stuck with me since. So, after three years of studying English, Creative Writing and Dramatic Arts with a concentration on film at UConn, I knew it was time to leave the classroom for a bit to get my hands dirty with the real deal. Initial searches for ins came up with only duds and far-shots, until finally I stumbled across something promising: a call for interns coming from a company based in Litchfield, one that pioneered something called the “comic documentary.” Wait… something like this was actually going on in Connecticut? I had to apply. Now, here I am, one of the two newest additions to Harvey’s team, and I’m raring to go.

The first day met expectations and then some. Like with any internship, there were plenty of what felt like dumb but were really important questions to ask, simple tasks around the office to screw up (in my defense, the directions in that user’s manual were garbage), and dogs and birds to pet/tune out. But thanks to our open conversation at my interview, Harvey had me also jumping right off into bigger projects, like working intensively on the poster advertising audience participation screenings for Dislecksia: The Movie under the wing of veteran intern Ben and researching to enhance Captured Time’s social networking presence. Man, starting off working in my element with my own creative responsibilities as part of something much greater was immediately rewarding, and gave me a good glimpse of what lies ahead.

A private screening of a rough cut of the film only heightened that initial excitement. As somebody who has not only been tutoring other students for three years, many of whom are challenged by learning differences like dyslexia, ADHD and Asperger syndrome, others by a crumbling education system, but has also been faced with issues learning himself, the film hit home hard for me. But that’s just the thing: Harvey’s comprehensive, yet personal take on the subject as a jump-off point for many compelling conversations made my relationship with it interesting, though not critical for an emotional response. This, I know, is a true sign of a good film. Good to be on board.

Well, time to pack it in for the day. Tomorrow we will keep moving the film forward; can’t wait. More to come.

James Morganti