So, a little about me.... As I said above, I was born on the 20th of January 1984. I'm a girl, as this may not be immediately obvious form my name. I am from Sri Lankan but I moved to Italy when I was four. Currently I am living in the UK. I moved there to go to university, where I did a law degree. In September I will be starting my Legal Practice Course. I have just moved to a new house so I am looking for a job. This is my first film as a producer but I own over 1000 books and films so I consider myself a patron of the arts.
Why I'm producing The 1 Second Film:
I am financing The 1 Second Film for three reasons. Firstly, I believe my money will go towards a very worthy cause. There is a lot of unhappiness in this world and there are many worthy causes. However, this one is close to my heart as a woman and a Srilankan. I was first made aware of this organization in the aftermath of the tsunami which devastated my country. The Global Fund for Women has done a lot to alleviate the suffering of women who are unfortunately the underdog. I would now like to do a little myself to thank them for their kindness. Secondly, I am a great believer in the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words" and I hope this extraordinary project will draw the world's eye to the suffering of women around the world. Women are still, unfortunately, considered less than men in too many parts of the world and this is something that must be eradicated. Thirdly, how could I pass up the opportunity to see my name in the credits of a film??
Perfect Moment
If I were to choose a moment from my life to make a one-second film, it would have to be the moment my mother laid eyes on me. I was born prematurely and my mother's waters broke while she was at work. The doctors had to perform a Cesarean and my mother was given a general anesthetic so she didn't see me when I was born. When my mother woke up, she was extremely weak and the doctors would not let her go and see me. I was born prematurely so I had been put in an incubator so they couldn't move me to her either. My father, grandparents and assorted aunts and uncles (I have an enormous family) who had seen me, reassured my mother that everything was fine and that I was fine but my mother didn't believe them. My mother is an incredibly paranoid woman, especially when it comes to anything that has to do with me, and she believed there was some sort of conspiracy to hide some terrible truth from her. She begs, cried, pleaded, shouted, demanded and cried some more and finally the doctors, for fear that she would do herself some damage, put her on a wheelchair and took her to see me. My father says that she smiled, asked to be taken back to her bed, put her head down and went to sleep for hours. Motherhood is a wonderful and frightening thing.
2008
