Well, we didn't make it into Sundance. Word has it that GIRLFRIEND was among the last 120 finalists, and one of the programmers really went to bat for us, which is gratifying. And honestly, even with winning the no-prize and all, its better than I had hoped for, expecially considering it was the temp sound mix we screened with at the DGA.
Now, after much sweat and blood, the surround mix is final and sounds fantastic. We're pressing copies and sending them out to festivals - Seattle, LA Film Fest, Silverlake and Tribeca are next, I believe.
Finishing GRAVITY is next on the hit parade, and this week I am taking a run at a first draft for the next feature script. We'll see how that goes.
Paul Schrader says he started out writing TAXI DRIVER about a man who was doomed by loneliness, and as he went along, he found out he was writing about something far more interesting: a man who continually doomed HIMSELF to loneliness. Always oscillating between polar impulses - puritanism and porn, saying "I gotta get healthy" while pouring peach brandy on his corn flakes - Travis' actions pretty much guarantee he'll continue hating himself until his alienation reaches its bloody apotheosis.
Anyway I'm beginning to think - hoping, really - that something similar is happening with my script. As this character becomes more solid in my mind I'm discovering she's on the merry go round because if she gets off, she has to deal with life - and that's much more scary.
Anyway. I don't know if I'm making sense anymore but its good to be writing again. I've missed it. A lot. And I plan to be doing a lot more of it in the coming year.
I suppose this is the part where I insert something reflective about how far I've come in the last year, and say something hopeful about the future, isn't it? I feel like I should but there isn't any fucking time to reflect. I hope that's a good thing!
Happy New Year everybody.