Branson's first independent film was featured on December 16th
and 17th at the Branson Meadows Cinema. Bucky Heard (winner of
the 2005 Branson Critic Award for Best Singer) stars in the movie
called "The Forecast," along with Justin (partner from the
Legends theatre).
Bucky
Heard and Justin Clark make a
live TV
interview for their movie on local station in Springfield, MO.
Synopsis:
Everyday, people around the world depend on the weatherman. They
tell us when to plant our gardens, when to take family vacations,
and when to take shelter from hazardous weather conditions, but when
they miss the forecast, we angrily blame them for ruining our
plans....but not local weatherman Mort Orthman. He never misses the
forecast. A storm front is moving into a small suburban town and
with it comes a relentless fury that will chill you to your very
soul. Mort Orthman, a quirky weatherman, has lost his family, his
job, and his grip on reality and as he begins his spiraling descent
into madness, accountability becomes the driving force in his tragic
life. One by one the fate of local meteorologists is only as
predictable as...........The Forecast.
Director's Statement:
From concept to finish, "The Forecast", was a learning experience
for me, to say the least. I wrote the screenplay, directed the movie
and because my lead actor moved to New York just days before
production began, I found myself playing the lead role (Oh well,
that’s one way to get a part!). Here’s how it all came about…..
My wife and were planning a relaxing weekend trip to the lake so
Friday evening, we decided to check the local forecast to make sure
the weather was going to cooperate. Much to our delight, the
weatherman said, "It's going to be a gorgeous weekend", so we packed
our cooler, and nestled into bed confident that NOTHING was going to
ruin our plans. After all...the weatherman had said so, right? I
woke Saturday morning to a loud thunderclap then peeled back the
curtains to discover that we weren't going anywhere! As raindrops
pounded the roof of our house, I layed back in bed and stared at the
ceiling.
Creepy thoughts began to dance through my head and
somewhere in the darkest regions of my being, a small flame of anger
began to burn. The weatherman had lied to me….he had lied to
everyone and he should pay for it! Not to be morbid, but people were
going psycho at the post office every other day, but the weatherman?
I began to toss around ways to do it then jolted out of my day dream
in disbelief. What was I thinking? I was utterly disgusted with
myself, but somehow intrigued at the same time. Determined to find
out if any of you had ever shared these thoughts with me, I picked
up a note pad and pencil and began to write....
