The past few weeks have been hell. As the Cinema One Originals 2011 Digital Film Festival draws closer, I feel my entry Cartas de la Soledad is falling apart, slowly, bit by bit. There have been a lot of last-minute decisions. Not that I regret any of them, but they are agonizing to say the least. Heaven must be punishing me for my sacrilege. My film is transforming into Cartas desde el infierno.
Until last Thursday, there was no opening sequence to speak of. We shot and re-shot various opening sequences. But none satisfied my producer Sherad for most part and ball-less as I have become, myself too. Or is it because I cannot defend my earlier choice for an opening sequence? I'm not sure if the opening sequence that we have now is even it. The sound design is something. We have to dub a lot of scenes because of the noise, bus tracks and screaming children mostly. Color grading is yet to start. The closing sequence. It's another problem. Is it too contrived? Or too artsy-fartsy? I don't know. My balls are stuck in my throat right now. I cannot breathe.
The gala presentation is five days away. We're not done yet. I'm writing this as my sound designer figures out what termite sounds like. I'm slowly dying inside and I'm pretty sure I'm going straight to hell.
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