Sundays have been known to drag up here at the lake, and it’s important for me to keep my father as stimulated as possible. Over dinner Friday night at a pub in Portland, I asked him if he’d be interested in making a movie about his beloved potato gun. He smiled broadly and I knew I’d just have to start shopping it to the major studios.
Sunday morning we got a bag of spuds, a can of hairspray and headed down to the dock. Filming took about 10 minutes while editing took several hours. I’m getting up to speed with the software though, and I dare say this will probably be the first installment of a Gordo franchise. Even to those who don’t know my Dad, this is probably going to be extremely funny. Enjoy.