Hello.
I'm over here.
Buckle up
Lady, buckle up
Ladybug
Uh, fake it till you make it
You misspeak...
You thunder and you tumble, uh...
You thunder and you tumble
You stutter and you stumble
Buckle up
Lady, buckle up
Uh, ladybug
I was going to make a film about a day in the life of Bib-Bobby,
young rap talent with hip hop for a hobby.
It started as a quiet day.
No - it was raining.
More beetles on the pavement than on the road.
No, not the car.
The insect.
There was only one, actually.
He crawled somewhat aimlessly on the pavement.
It didn't feel like Wednesday at all.
It isn't even Wednesday, loser.
And this isn't the beginning, this is the end.
My feeling is right.
It doesn't seem to be Wednesday at all.
Girl, a couple of steps to the left.
Yes, sit down over there.
Good.
Shake your head.
Well done.
And mother.
You're starting to get annoyed.
Tell her.
Stomp your feet.
Stomp them.
Well done.
Now stand up.
And run after her.
Perfect.
Comedy, tragedy.
A simple choice of lens can make the difference.
Film way up close, and people will weep.
With extra cheese, please.
Take your distance, and with some luck, it will be funny as fuck.
Say, girls...
You're not allowed to film in here.
I'm not a girl.
Here we don't discriminate on the basis of gender.
Come on.
Hey, there!
Do you have permission for that?
A film needs tension.
A conflict.
A beginning.
An intriguing beginning.
Or even better,
a compelling beginning.
This isn't even a beginning.
Loser.
A skateboard.
A mouth full of iron.
Just when you think you have things under control,
a new character is introduced.
What are you guys doing?
Filming.
You may be thinking: how confusing,
when you're both the main character and the narrator of the film.
But the point is to maintain the mystery.
Just like the voice over,
the main character must choose every single word
carefully.
This isn't the Ferrari among the cameras,
but it's the optical steady shot
with the intelligent active mode that makes it a sexy little camera.
Touch screen LCD.
Take a picture, then.
Wait.
Are you playing the main character yourself?
Then what am I? - My love interest.
What is this, a romantic comedy or something?
No. No, no! This is real.
Everything in this film is real.
This table... is real.
He...
is real.
He is a fly on the wall.
I just don't have any content any more.
I have zero followers.
Hey Bobby, will he keep filming?
Yeah, but don't mind him.
What a weirdo.
A real weirdo.
Bobby...
You can do it.
Do it again. - What?
Can you guys do that again?
Do exactly the same as you did just now. But one more time.
Come on.
Yeah, come forward a little.
A little to the left.
Come here, come here, yes.
Whoooo!
Strike-out!
Whoooo, yeah!
Woohoo! Nice!
Do that again.
Woohoo, nice.
No.
I don't buy it.
Try to laugh, open your mouth a little.
Show your teeth.
Woohoo! Nice!
Again.
Stop.
The balls have been thrown.
The game was played.
The day seemed to be over.
But a film should not end like that.
It wasn't like that at all.
Loser, you're just making stuff up.
But otherwise it gets so messy.
You're not a fucking voice over, Sam!
You're playing the main character.
I don't buy it.
Show your teeth when you laugh.
Do it.
Stop manipulating all the time, Sam.
But...
I was making a film about you!
I'm not a film.
And that table is a prop.