
Almost there.. it hurts to see the finish line so close and not being able to touch it. What I have right now are a stack of finished scenes, all ready and complete.
What I do NOT have is an order to put the scenes in. Like I have been harping about since day 00, there is no f-ing way to organize this shit in a satisfying and not crazy way.
I was in
Cathy's office (advisor/professor/friend) the other day and I gave her the entire rundown and explained the whole script to her.
PS: Can I also say that the end of the narration did not ellicit much of a reaction from her... and she reacts to EVERYTHING...
PS2: It is really admirable how she can have something good or positive to say about the WORST projects; read: pervert kid pitching female exploitation project about tarantino-ish instincts but insists he is updating the Lawrence-of-Arabia myth for Gen-Y" I mean, makes-me-throw-up-inside-my-own-brain-and-eat-it gross... like take an original idea, now copy it and then copy it again.. then destroy it by lighting it on fire, take the ashes and make a photocopy - thats how original that idea was. I threw up. Cathy thinks about it and says, the importance of wide angle on the vistas would be particularly important to your project...
Disclaimer: Ofcourse this didn't really happen, no one pitched that, cathy didn't really say that.)
PS3: Back to that part of the post that is NOT digressing

So, when Cathy does not react, instant sweat patches forming everywhere and already nervous writer gets paranoid about quality of writing, etc... Cathy follows up this deft move by sprinkling some compliments about my general skills as a filmmaker which calm me down even though skeptic-me says: she is probably talking to that inflammation on your right cheek as a result of self-obsessed-insecurities... a disorder many people in my field seem to have.
So, anyway, Cathy gives me Robert Altman and Frank Barhydt's
script of
Short Cuts which is supposed to be an excellent screenplay that deals with this problem of multiple storylines stacked on the same time plane... looking forward to renting the film and reading the book too... grr! where is the time for any kind of a life - this coming from a guy who just spent like six hours collapsed near the laptop, flipping channels on the internet looking at
crazy bitchy website about celebrities and a message from crazy texas lady who writes to Britney Spears: I am you, your baby is my baby or something close enough.

Again: brain throw up happens and then Suds comes to senses and starts writing script before quickly realizing lack of update on this blog, and so begins the grand process of procrastination.
So, gots to go back.
PS: Alones, the last film I made, went out to ten film festivals today: SXSW, San Fran International, Aspen Shorts, Sedona International, Bangkok Int'l, etc... Results start coming in in December so hella nervous about those... also, you should try and find out how much it costs to enter a film into a festival, such as
BERLIN... I had to replace pants when I was filling that one out.
Rest is coo', later, Sds
Song on my brain:
Ozomatli - Saturday Night