It’s all over. For six or eight or a lifetime of weeks…the movie is over. This is a curious feeling.
For so long and so intensely I’ve spent nearly every day 10, 12, 20 hours a day with those people. And now they’re connections and contacts in the phone book leaving for places in the great beyond…beyond Tucson.
Maybe I’ll see them again. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll end up struggling in LA and telling tales of a set that struggled but was always pleasant and polite. The little crew that could. Maybe I’ll succeed beyond my wildest dreams and shoot something in India with half these people. I don’t know.
The inflection point is an odd place that’s for sure.
Another thing that is for sure is the fact that despite all my whining about the lights (of which there was a lot, I will admit that) and all the struggles and the wishes for better images at the end of the scene, the whole thing was one of the best experiences of my life. It amazes me to say that but it is true.
This photo says it best I think,
That was one hell of a jackrabbit sky that day.
I’d like that fabuloso pict blown up, framed and hung in my home …thank you…!
You all did a great job–made me feel comfortable on the set when we filmed at the train station. Let’s hope a distributor picks this one up!
I’m glad you had a good time. Sorry I didn’t get to actually talk to you but 1st camera is a remarkably busy job even when you’re not looking busy.