Sounds melodramatic, but it's not. I'm heading up to NYC in a bit with Todd Rohal (www.theguatemalanhandshake.com) for a biggish screening of oh-so-close friends tonight at 9:30pm. Two bozos on the Turnpike with feature films in their pockets. Buy us, please! Anyway, if the movie falls flat, I'm holding Carol, Eric (bro-in-law), and my own instincts responsible. If it works like I think it's going to, then I'll feel even more excited about the days to come.
I'm really not trying to jinx things, but I think we made something truly heartbreaking, like on an "Eternal Sunshine" or "Wonderland" (Winterbottom) or "Dancer in the Dark" level. Albeit wrapped up in the guise of a gritty no-budget American indie. I've never felt the way I feel right now, a sense of elation at having had a vision in my head (of a FEELING, no less) and actually having captured it in a 90-minute film.
Damian and Shawn (DP) should be getting copies by early next week. I can't fucking WAIT for them to see it. Wish I could be there to dry their tears at the end, because I think they'll be stunned at what we managed to pull off.
Okay, gotta run. Will let you guys know how it went down as soon as I can. Might even have friends write up quick reactionary blurbs to post here, though that might be kinda cheesy. Whatever...