I will, I will, when I get back to regular journal writing during the second week of March. But what's the use of shutting up about my movie now when I only have two days to shut up about it before, um, you know?
So. Let me try to get all film-related comments out of my system in the next two days in a film-comment-purge of my system.
1) In the most important news, tapes to the Vinegar Hill Film Festival, Flickerings, and "scanLine" are going out in this mornings's mail. My expected acceptance rate: one-of-three, with an okay chance at two-of-three. Aside: For whatever reason, despite the religiousness at the end of my film, I think I have a better chance at "scanLine" than Flickerings. Don't ask me why.
2) What is not going out in this morning's mail: CDs to the Wisconsin Prinses and the Iowa Prinses. Even after setting the quality level at 50% and halving the image size to 360x240, "12 Stories" was still 900 MB. Oh well. I'll have to reduce it again this evening and see what happens.
3) Realization while filling out festival forms last night: "12 Stores About Eileen" is a USA-Canada co-production. How cool.
4) Realization while watching my film on television for the first time last night: I have no idea how good my film is. None. I've seen it far too many times, and any element of surprise is gone, and I'm just too close to it to have an opinion other than seeing little nitpicky bits I'd like to change.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
