my dad wrote this movie when i was 10 years old, loosley based the two children on my oldest little brother and i.in an attempt to scout for locations and prep for the shoot he took my brother and i on a week long road trip from sacramento to omaha nebraska and back and essentially ran us through the basic outline of the script. kites in the salt flats, fireworks on the side of the road, hotel swimming pools, and any other fun we could have along the way. that trip was when i first read the script for omaha. it’s now 13 years later, im coming up on my mid twenties and i just got to watch that story come to life on the screen in front of me. precious moments shared in the back of a car or in the play place of a mcdonald’s in real time, pushing our little toyota to get it to start, being nervous every time it was time to check out at the grocery store because every item somehow seemed too expensive. i don’t know why but i think that somehow my little kid brain melded together the fictional aspects of the script with the memories made on the road with my dad and brother and made this film feel like watching a piece of my childhood reenacted in front of me. it was incredible and brutal. this film took me apart, hollowed me out, beat me down, put me back together, and did it all over again. god i miss being a kid. god my dad is a damn genius at writing. god those kids killed it on the screen. this one’s a game changer.
