Today begins our last "six-day" week, although we only have one day off after that before we deliver our last push. That said, I have a hunch we'll be shooting on that off day.
Seriously, I don't know if this thing has scarred me for life. I feel like becoming a church-going, simple-minded Republican when I get back to Maryland (or is that the problem?). Having another sane outsider step into the madness (Dave, the editor) has only reaffirmed things. If anything, it's only made me yearn for the normality of New York City. I thought I was over NYC, but I have a strong hunch I'll be back there in the fall. I miss my people, yo.
But as we progress forward with a rough cut, I really think we have something that isn't simply an above average no-budget indie. Only time will tell, but I'm confident at this point that we'll be making a strong festival push come January. That doesn't solve the problem of taking this thing to print, so if any of you are involved in that sort of racket, let me know. I'll arrange a screening whenever/wherever I have to. But for now, I need to finish shooting the fucking movie.
(Also, did I mention that the new Eels record is quite a remarkable achievement? Randy Newman meets Beck meets Jon Brion. Stellar shit.)