Tomorrow morning at 11am, alongside editor extraordinaire Marc Vives and cinematographer extraordinairer Jeremy Saulnier, I will be sitting down to watch the assembly of my latest motion picture endeavor (right now, we're sticking with the shooting title of Septien). While that very first view-through is never a pleasant process, combined with my request that the film be edited without any music in this early stage (more on that later), this one promises to be especially excruciating. (*Note to self: pad armpits with sponges.)
Before tumbling into production, my hope was that the final product would end up somewhere between 70 and 80 minutes. The assembly is right around 100. Interesting. Granted, if this thing tells us it's 90 minutes, it's 90 minutes. And if it says it's 60 minutes, 60 minutes it shall be. But provided we don't all agree that my on-screen presence is completely unusable, thereby derailing the arc of the screenplay and shattering our plan of attack, all should be well. At the moment, in theory, we're exactly where we should be.
Tonight promises to bring insane dreams of freakish proportions. I'd almost rather them be terribly distorted visions of worst-case scenarios that would never actually happen. Having a magical vision of an impossibly positive situation would only make reality sting harder. The truth is, this one probably won't go to the tippy-top or the botty-bottom. I just hope it doesn't get stuck in the middy-middle.