No sooner had I returned from C3 then I got a call from someone from Access Hollywood. They needed the drivers’ licenses, or some other government-issued proof of identification, of everyone involved in the movie faxed to them. Me, my wife, and my godparents were easy to get as we all lived in Springfield, IL. My best man at my wedding lived in Chicago and was a little more worrisome, but he got it faxed for me.
Tuesday Access Hollywood called again. My music mix was too loud making some dialog hard to hear so they needed another copy sans music. Fortunately I had used Adobe Premiere for the editing, the music was the fourth audio track, and with the click of one button the music was gone. Another DVD burned and Fed Ex-ed to Access Hollywood 6 a.m. Wednesday morning. The delivery receipt showed delivery at 9:30 a.m. Thursday.
Throughout all this Access Hollywood would not confirm that I was a finalist, just that they wanted to air some clips and needed permission. With all the work I had felt fairly confident to be a finalist, but had not gotten official confirmation.
Wednesday night I watched Access Hollywood looking for myself. I saw clips from two videos and I was depressed…they looked awful. One was a guy in a Vader suit mowing a lawn and bowling. Okay, that one wasn’t so bad. The other was a poorly written, poorly acted “play” where a son finds his mother playing with a lightsaber at 3 a.m. (although it was likely filmed closer to 3 p.m.). This scene looked like a family went to Wal Mart and bought a $8 lightsaber just to enter a contest, not a true Ultimate fan. I thought these two to be the first 2 of 10 finalists.