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A story about a fish. Let it be a lesson to you.

 

A
couple of years ago my parents, like a lot of elderly people, suddenly
took to cruises. And in order to share their new-found love, they
insisted that my wife and I join them on one.


My
wife and I, just so you know, are more accustomed to kayaking the
headwaters of the Amazon than standing in line at the floating buffet,
so when we got an opportunity to take part in one of the "activities",
we jumped.

We went snorkeling.

It's
not that I'm bragging, but I've done my share of SCUBA diving. So the
buoys they put up to mark the edge of the 12-foot-deep "safe zone"
didn't keep us in. Before you knew it, we were free diving out past the
jetty.

It
must have been about 35 feet deep, but I have pretty good lungs so I
had no trouble making it to the bottom and spending some time there.
And that's where I saw the fish.

The fish was huge. About six and a half feet long, just hanging out above a depression in the sand. And he was beautiful.

So
beautiful that I couldn't help but swim up at him, taunting him with
silly "fishy fishy fishy!" grippy motions I made with my fingers as I
came at him.

After the second time, I made my wife come down and take a look.

And
this, among other reasons, is why I love my wife. She came. And not
just as an observer, either. She came at the fish as enthusiastically
as I did. Both of us coming at him broadside, our arms out in front of
us, crunching up our little fingers over and over like we were aiming
to tickle a two-year-old.

When
we got about five feet of Mr. Fish, I had a sudden realization. I
recognized him. I'd seen his kin, although they'd never been quite that
monstrous.

Barracuda.

I
gasped, grabbed my wife by the hand –– being sure to cover the
engagement ring that –– even at that depth –– sparkled in a way that
only a really expensive, flawless, colorless, perfect cut diamond
could, and hauled her to the surface.

The barracuda never moved.

It
could have. It could have taken off my wife's hand in an instant. It
could have reamed me for having dared to enter its world. I think it
was stunned by our –– my –– utter, complete ignorance of its power.

You're probably wondering what my point is. Well, I'll tell you.

This
is my story. It's typical of the stories I tell, which often involve my
doing something completely boneheaded but somehow managing to survive,
whether it's hunting for an ATM in the slums of Buenos Aires or hiking
up Half Dome with nothing more than a biscuit and a camera or climbing
over the 20-foot fence at the Italian embassy in Tel Aviv to play
tennis on their court.

We
all have our stories. My father's stories all come down to how clever
he is. My wife's stories are all about how people turn out to be
surprisingly good.

I
can't tell my wife's stories –– at least not with the authenticity that
she can. And I don't want to tell my father's stories because I'd feel
like an asshole for trying.

And
here comes the part where this is relevant to film: You tell the
stories you tell because they have meaning for you. And film is nothing
more than pre-planned, structured, extraordinarily expensive
storytelling.

What
has meaning for me is the intersection of naive belief and
responsibility. And if you look closely, everything I do –– every
screenplay I write, every film I shoot, every story I tell –– is about
that. Even my little tale about my exploits with the fish.

You
don't need a dozen film credits to find out what turns you on, story
wise. Think of your stories, the ones you tell the girl you're hoping
to sleep with, the boss you want to let you off the hook for being
late.

I'll bet that once you think of a half-dozen, you'll see a pattern.

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