David Hiatt

David’s one of those people who probably started quoting Spielberg before he could tie his own shoes. He’s got this thing—maybe an obsession, maybe just pure love—for movies. It’s like film stock runs through his veins. You meet him, you get it instantly: the guy was born for the director’s chair. And, wild as it sounds, he never really considered anything else. School projects? Short films. Sleepovers? Popcorn, camera, action. The dude’s relentless. His work’s not just a hometown thing either. We’re talking film festivals in cities I can’t even pronounce, AMPIA nominations, the whole deal. Some folks chase fame for the red carpets, but David? He just wants to tell stories that punch you in the gut—or make you laugh so hard you snort soda out your nose. People joke he’s got the “strongest back in the business.” Maybe that’s from lugging gear, or maybe it’s just the grind. Either way, he wears it like a badge. Doesn’t matter if he’s shooting guerrilla-style in the rain or editing until sunrise—he’s always in it, all the way. You’ll probably find him scouting weird alleyways for the perfect shot, or arguing about which decade had the best horror films (spoiler: he’s got opinions). If you see his name in the credits, buckle up. The guy doesn’t do half-measures.