Born and raised in the U.S., Jennifer worked in Hollywood in Broadcast Television graphics before moving to the UK in 2011. She has an M.A. in Japanese Studies and wrote her dissertation on Japanese cinema. She has written treatments, screenplays and movie reviews and currently has a blog focusing on film and women’s issues. She is an avid traveller, photographer and political junkie.
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“We want to work with her… ” said the female voice from behind the finger pointing in my direction from the other side of the classroom. Two male heads in nearly identical baseball caps flanking the pretty girl with the impossibly long hair nodded in agreement. “What do you think, Marley?” asked Professor Spadafora, who was the Radio Production instructor at our small community college in upstate New York. “Yep.” I replied. “I like their work.” So began our two years together as a student production team.
During the first year, John, Dave, Danielle and I produced content solely for radio. All of our projects received high marks from our Professors, who always looked forward to what mischief we four had gotten up to.
In the second year, we progressed to Television production. Pre-dating the successful series Walking Dead by more than 20 years, we made a faux documentary about a zombie outbreak that happens outside the college TV station. One mild autumn day, after a successful shoot on the hill behind the campus, Danielle, who played the victim of a ghoul, went into the ladies’ room to wash away the cartoonish fake blood we had mixed from Caro syrup and red food dye. Just then, an unsuspecting student from a different department emerged from a stall. Thinking that a stranger had been injured for real, the girl began screaming loudly in terror. Danielle, in her characteristic nonchalant manner remarked “Oh, calm dooowwn. It’s just make-up.”
Rather than feeling relieved, this only served to anger the girl, whose eyes narrowed as she asked in disgust “WHAT is WRONG with you?” before exiting the lavatory in a huff. We got a distinction on that project and I never laughed harder with any group of friends before or since.
In the years that followed, all of us went in different directions with myself being the only one to have worked long-term in the film and television industry. The pictures left from that era will always make me smile.