Some stories unfold not with a bang, but with the echo of a bowling ball rolling down a waxed lane—steady, unpredictable, and brimming with hidden intention. On today’s episode, we welcome a filmmaker whose journey is stitched together with sweat-soaked call sheets, stubborn creative grit, and a romance with storytelling that stretches back to a Sunglass Hut in Cincinnati. Jamie Buckner is a writer, director, and production coordinator who took a simple idea—a romantic comedy set in a bowling alley—and transformed it into a heartfelt indie film with an uncanny twin name.
What unfolds in this conversation is not just the tale of a film called Split, but the soul of a storyteller who refused to let his creative voice be muffled by the chaos of working behind the scenes on massive Hollywood productions. Jamie shares how he stitched together moments between 14-hour workdays, late-night office hours, and endless sets to keep rewriting, reworking, and resurrecting the script for Split. “The creative muscle will atrophy if you don’t exercise it,” he says. In that moment, you understand that this is no ordinary guest; this is someone for whom storytelling is oxygen.
His story reads like a modern parable for artists. From early days bouncing between dreams of music, architecture, and comic books, Jamie landed on film—not by plan, but by epiphany. He describes it beautifully, realizing that all his interests merged in filmmaking, the perfect cocktail of drawing, sound, emotion, and movement. And thus began the pilgrimage: extra work on Seabiscuit, gigs on War of the Worlds, and a life that kept knocking until the door opened just enough to let the artist through.
But the magic, as it often does, lived in the in-between. While others went to happy hour, Jamie stayed late in the office to write. While his peers chased security in crew roles, he wrestled with Kickstarter campaigns, coordinated sizzle reels (or “proof of concept” pieces, as he prefers), and asked himself the questions that every creative must ask: “Will I do this until I’m sixty and just look back, or will I carve out the time now?” He chose the latter—and Split was born.
There’s something charming about how he talks of making “a cute little bowling movie,” while casually referencing that its short film starred future television stars. It’s clear he walks both worlds with ease: the guy who’s worked on John Wick 2, and the indie soul who still geeks out about local comic shops. He’s aware of the absurdity too: that his film shares its name with M. Night Shyamalan’s thriller. He laughs about mistaken identities, mistaken downloads, and audience confusion, but stands firm. “We were here first,” he says. And in that defiant simplicity lies the heart of a creator.
Jamie’s approach to art is like that of a Zen archer—disciplined but loose, always aiming, never rigid. He offers a quiet but potent kind of wisdom, the kind that doesn’t shout but sticks with you. “If you’re not doing this because you love it, then you’re legitimately a crazy person,” he jokes. And yet, one feels the profound truth in those words. In a world spinning faster each day, where even scripts get locked down like government secrets, Jamie reminds us that what matters is finishing what you start—and doing it with heart.
Like a good film, Jamie Buckner’s journey doesn’t resolve in neat lines. It’s ongoing, filled with projects still to be written, scenes yet to be shot, and audiences still to discover the little movie that could. But what stays with you is not the resume or the name confusion. It’s the voice behind the words, the love behind the lens. He’s not just telling a story—he’s reminding you why stories matter.
