This blog could alternately be called delays, delays, delays. Or, the best laid plans of pin ups and directors.
In any case, the film is moving ahead. Early last week I submitted it to just over a dozen festivals all around the world, ranging from the Downtown Film Festival Los Angeles to the Rio Festival of New Cinema. The process is overwhelming. Cover letters. Press kits. Trailer (oh yeah, I need to do that).
The plan, of course, was to have all of this done in early January – February at the latest. But then I slipped on a patch of black ice and broke my wrist. It’s repaired (surgically) and is starting to feel a bit more like normal. But the problem was that even though it was my left hand, it was nonetheless difficult to edit – let alone think – when I was encased in a (bedazzled) splint/cast and shrouded in a cloud of painkillers. Unexpected six week delay.
But the film is done. I’m gearing up for a Kickstarter to raise funds to help pay for the music – including pieces by the Barberettes, Beach Life Kings, and Postmodern Jukebox. Ideally we’ll be in a festival or two this summer (yes, DFFLA, I’m talking to you). Fingers crossed we’ll be in several more festivals this fall (are you listening Denver Film Festival, Hamptons Take 2 Documentary Film Festival, Colchester Film Festival, and Oxaca Film Fest?). I’m trying to decide if the film is of a high enough quality to enter in the International Documentary Film Festival in Amsterdam. Decisions, decisions.
In the meantime, I’ve been able to distract myself with designing the posters of the film. Thanks to all of the photographers who so graciously allowed me to work with their images, and the fabulous models who are a part of the project.
Yes, it’s nerve wracking. It’s at a point where I’m no longer in control of what happens. But it’s also a part of the process.
Thinking good thoughts. Thinking good thoughts.
And back to editing a trailer….