This film is being made by a group of real blue-collar workers expressing their honest fears about the limitations and glass ceiling of a life in construction. Much like the characters the creators are dreaming of a reality outside of their day to day grind, wondering if it will ever come to be.

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Side by side with my obsession of all things film, I share an infatuation with all things sharks. It's not too hard to imagine where this came from being a child of the seventies. Oh Mr. Spielberg. A few years ago I decided to combine these passions.

Due to the growing seal population, the great whites started coming to the very waters that Hollywood immortalized them in some thirty years prior. So I began making a documentary about this reality and the apex predators on Cape Cod. It was intense to say the least. I tracked the giant fish down and got in a cage with them holding my go-pro by a shaky thread. While I was working on this adventure, I was struck with some unfortunate news...my father passed.

This isn't that moment on American Idol where heartstring music is cued and gunned at your emotions. No, it's real and his passing was sudden, hitting me like a freight train. The documentary production stopped as did the world I as I knew it...I remember though while I was working on the film, I fantasized about showing the completed version to my father and blowing him away...winning his praise over tenfold...growing up in an Irish Catholic home, kind words weren't exactly commonplace...but my parents were great and this is by no means a judgement of them. I was and am beyond lucky and thankful for all they did for me...

In time I began feeling the creative urge again. I channeled my father's passing into a narrative screenplay. The devised storyline and characters were pretty close to home, allowing a real outlet for this bottled pain. The basic story follows blue collar construction worker Brian Sullivan who has never done anything but slander the family name, quarrel with his straight laced brother and disappoint his impossible to please father. The family construction business just won't cut it for the young buck who fancies himself a filmmaker. Yet his magnum opus, a documentary in progress about great white sharks, is a disaster. When his old man is given 6 months to live Brian will stop at nothing for one last chance at redemption; engaging a reckless pursuit of the most feared apex predator as well handling some old unhealed personal wounds.

The Carcharodon carcharias or great white is also known as white death. Yet in regards to my humble film that title represents more. It literally encapsulates the plaster and paint that the main character is covered in day after day and spends countless hours scrubbing off his worn hands. Yet this physical frustration pales in comparison to the psychlogical undertow the 35 year old has been caught in. Here, the title alludes to the depression and complacency brought about by a monotonus, unfulfilled existence. In some sense it's like almost like a slightly premature mid-life crisis (think Bill Murray, orange camo and a treadmill).

This type of existence is dangerous and exhausting - searching for that approval. Perhaps my father wasn't the best at expressing emotions, perhaps I'm flawed myself as well. Perhaps. God damn right I am. End of the day, we're all just humans. What I'm trying to get at is, I didn't need to win my father's approval through the silver screen, I already had it. And deep down inside I knew that.

This film speaks to that delicate and detrimental place...a place common to many...we build these high walls and shroud ourselves in technology, yet at the end of the day we can break in a heartbeat if that reaction is not what we expected or needed...