…who directs, writes, edits, acts, or hears your idea and says, “I think we can make that” and then helps you make that.
When I was a boy, my mom’s boyfriend, Jim, had a camcorder. One day he filmed my sister and I on the back patio, making faces at the camera. Later, he showed us the tape and there we were, acting goofy, being bashful and then–poof–we disappeared. Only the sunny patio remained. And just as we had gone, suddenly we materialized again, smiling into the lens, back on the patio, unaware we had been transported elsewhere. Jim blew my tiny brain that day. He also made me think film was magic.