Yesterday marked the third and final screening of our little picture for the Rotterdam viewing public. Having nearly sweated and cringed myself into death while watching the first two screenings, I decided to let the film speak for itself, and so Damian and I retreated to a back corner in the main lounge to wait it out. I thought I was bad. Damian simply planted his eyes on the corner hallway which led to our screening room, and anytime ANYONE would emerge from there he'd say, "There go two more." By the time an hour had elapsed, apparently there was no one left in the screening, our movie was a piece of shit, and we were never going to screen it again for anyone in the world.
When the film finally ended, our friends emerged only to tell us that everyone stayed and seemed to be into it. Thanks, Damian! I thought my outlook was bleak and negative, Jesus Christ, yo. Anyway, it's difficult to tell just how well it went over, but after sitting through films with MASS walkouts, the mere fact that the majority of people stayed for ours is more than I could have hoped for. I know that sounds pretty weak, but that's how it is.
The festival Q&A-er, kind American fella Ralph McKay, said, in reference to Damian's performance, "I haven't seen anything like that since John Belushi." Ha!
A very noteworthy New York critic was also kind enough to watch our film, which excites and terrifies me at the same time. Hopefully, (they) got something out of it. Only time will tell.
Today is a Philippe Garrel triple-feature, which has me quite excited. Later is the Tiger Awards party. All in all, I'm definitely crashing from the whole trip, so it's time to simply watch movies and get ready for the return to reality. Really looking forward to that...