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David Yarovesky (Film Director - Brightburn, Nightbooks)
About this episode
Doc welcomes film director, David Yarovesky aka Yarvo, to the show and they talk about David making a name for himself as music video director for bands like Korn, how he got his first break doing a fundraiser party that attracted supporters like Wes Craven, Matt Parker, and Trey Stone, the litany of difficulties and challenges that go along with not only becoming a working filmmaker but keeping true to your artistic vision, how dedicating himself to the technical acumen making films helped him get a leg up in the industry, how making a more family-oriented film and working with Netflix may have helped open new doors professionally, the future of dark superhero films in the wake of his succesful work directing Brightburn.
This episode features the song "Glass Castle" by A Mirrow Hollow.
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