True Grit--The REAL Story

Sorry about the music; I didn't piece it to flow with film.

Bloopers for WOM

Here are the bloopers.  Enjoy

The Want of Man final edition

Here it is!  Our second movie.  And we have NO time crunch problems!!!!!! Yippee!

A Summer's Chill final edition

Here is the final edition of A Summer's Chill.

A Summer's Chill bloopers

Shooting: Take Two

Hello troops!

Our first day of shooting on Tuesday was awesome; great job, everyone! However, some technical difficulties occurred and we need to re-shoot on Saturday. My reaction to this was a loud groan. Caro's reaction was first a groan and then rejoicing... go figure :).

Don't forget to try and get some extra points by taking the genre list and 20 movies and writing them under their genre.

I'll see you guys on Saturday!

In Christ,

~Micaela Marques
Producer for Master's Hand Productions   

Master's Hand...

I would like to present the poem that the name of our production company originated from. Enjoy!

Touch of the Master's Hand

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it sacredly worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But held it up with a smile:

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,

"Who'll start the bidding for me?"

"A dollar, a dollar"; then "Two!" "Only two?

Two dollars, and who'll make it three?

Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;

Going for three....." But no,

From the back of the room, a gray-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,

And tightening the loose string

He played a melody pure and sweet

As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

With a voice that was quiet and low,

Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"

And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?

Two thousand! And who'll make it three?

Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,

And going, and going," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,

We do not quite understand

What changed its worth." Swift came the reply:

"The touch of a master's hand."

And many a man with life out of tune,

And battered and scarred with sin,

Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine;

A game--and he travels on.

He is "going once, and "going" twice,

He's "going" and almost "gone."

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought

By the touch of the Master's hand.

-Myra Brooks Welch

A Summer's Chill

Here is A Summer's Chill. Please comment to let me know what you think! This is the rough cut edition.