Tim Buttner - Multi-Media Expert


Tim is a Multi-Media Expert with skills that span various forms of media. Tim began writing screenplays before he was twelve, completing his first feature-length screenplay at sixteen. He began filming in high school and at seventeen gained experience interning at Edgewood Studios on the set of Zombie Town. Tim continued to study film at Drexel University, establishing himself in the Stereoscopic 3D revolution after attending workshops in New York City with Florian Maier on Stereoscopic Film Production. After graduating from Drexel's Film & Video Program with a Bachelor of Science, and with a Screenwriting & Playwriting Minor, Tim worked for Digital Revolution Studios under Craig Tanner and further worked in stereoscopic 3D. While at Drexel Tim co-founded a company (One Forest Films) with high school friends and for several years helped build the company as CTO, and Chief Web Designer. Tim has been a contributing writer for MarketSaw, and as well selected as a Beta Tester for Blackmagic Design on the URSA Mini 4.6K camera.


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Tim is also a contributing writer to MarketSaw, a 3D blog. Check it out: www.marketsaw.com




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—Favorite Quotes—

"Cinematography, a military art. Prepare a film like a battle." — Robert Bresson

"'Nobody's perfect' is the line that most sums up my work. There is no comedy, no drama about perfect people." — Billy Wilder

"Structure depends on strategy: strategy is determined according to events." — Cao Cao, from Sun Tzu's The Art of War

"I shall hang my 'lecturing' on the same peg with my other failures and follies. It must be a long peg and a strong peg to hold them all." — George Perkins Marsh

"Will the science of the human heart, around which all contemporary art is based, exhaust so completely the writer's powers of imagination that in future the only novels that are written will be chronicles of various events?" — Giovanni Verga

"Train easy, fight hard… and die.
 Train hard, fight easy… and win." — Unknown

 

—Personal Quotes—

"Movies are not watched. They are an encounter with a life's experience not your own."

"I'm well trained in the art of turning shit to gold."

"'My favorite movies are the ones inside my head."

No One Believed Her

Written September 30, 2009




No one believed her. And why should they have? They called her mad after the incident. Or, at least, they called it an incident despite no one bearing witness. Maybe it's best to start before then.

Abigail was a lovely girl from a well to do family in a small Pennsylvanian town. She was engaged to the town's most handsome and rich gentlemen, Gerry, and they were set to marry in the fall. She enjoyed long rides on her horse through the country, swimming in the lake, and organizing charitable events. It was on one of those long rides, however, that she went missing.

The town organized a massive search and rescue throughout the forest and mountains, but she was not to be found. After two months the townspeople pronounced her dead and gave her a proper burial despite there being no body. Her fiancée found someone new and married a year and a half after her disappearance, and her family moved away after five because their home brought too many sad memories.

It was a cold February morning a decade after her disappearance when a farmer noticed a girl wandering though his field. It was Abigail, and she had not aged a day. When she was brought back to the town and questioned about where she had been all those years, she merely mumbled about some sort of creatures rising from the ground and feeding on people. No one could get answers to where she had been, or why she wasn't any older than when she left. Was it because she refused to say? Is it possible she didn't know? There were only her rants, which the town psychiatrist explained as imaginative substitutions for whatever really happened.

When Gerry came to visit her she asked, "Who are you?" She didn't recognize her much older fiancée.

"I'm your Gerry," he said softly. She pulled away from his arms, refusing to believe him. He didn't give up, and slowly she began to believe that he was who he claimed to be.

The townspeople began to scorn her, and the adulteress activities they believed to be taking place, whispering ill phrases between one another. She never let up her rants about those that would rise from the ground to consume the living.

One day Gerry was found dead in a brook not far from where Abigail had returned. His wedding band was missing from his finger, which was the only finger left on his hand, for he had been consumed by all manner of forest creatures. At least, that is what the townsfolk believed. They all suspected her, and her rants grew. She was despondent and absentminded, for she had lost her only love again. She knew the time of the creatures was close.

An angry and jealous widow took a knife to Abigail, but not before hearing Abigail's last words, "Beware the zombies." As her coffin was lowered into the ground, the spectators walked solemnly away oblivious to their impeding doom.