When people think of the Mississippi River, the scenery comes to mind, but to me that’s only a great backdrop for the characters.
The River produces an endless supply of just plain fascinating people. River Rats, Duck Nuts, Houseboat Hippies, hang glider soul surfers… You just have to find the right character and your film makes itself.
The scenery is there, you need the character and the story. My father knew the real Slippery, founder/owner/chief bartender of the original place by the river in Wabasha. You could NOT make him up. Fiction would pale in comparison to the truth.
I remember ice fishing one time with dad and this snow machine comes toward us. A guy pulls up and he’s got a hole drilled in the plexi face shield of the helmet and a cigar comes all the way out through the hole and it’s lit on the end sticking 3 inches outside of the helmet. That was Slippery to the core.
I wish somebody would have filmed the last of the big spread bluebill duck hunters down by Winona in the 60s. You could have made a film about any of those guys.
Find the character and the film makes itself.
Grouse