The 48 Hour Film Festival didn’t work out like we hoped. Well we’ll start with the part where we didn’t turn it in on time. What we did turn in was an unfinished roughly edited product that shouldn’t have taken us as long as it did to put together. It’s beyond me on why it took as long as it did, but it did. I blame no one but myself.
It wasn’t from lack of effort, because everyone did a great job and worked really hard to get things done. Jac Currie came through again and let us borrow The Saint for the day, and our actors rarely bitched. We finished shooting with plenty of time to get things done. Then somehow, post production kicked our asses. We have been humbled.
After that humbling experience we went back to what we’ve been doing for the past year, and that is making The Local 504. We learned some lessons and will hopefully do a good job of applying them to what we are doing now. We went back to our KGB office scenes and have finished them out. Carrollton Technology came through again with letting us use their spaces.
Vlad was dead hungover and Mihail had a time line that he was working under. Somehow Vlad pulled his shit together and everything went off with little to no problems. Carlos stayed quietly in the background and Margaret got to learn some more Russian. We had some no shows on the crew side of things but were able to move forward without them.
Don’t really know what else to write right now. I can say that we’re approaching the end of this part of the adventure. Hopefully soon we can all have a drink together and know that we are finished shooting, for now. Then we can lock Jonathan in a room until he finishes editing. We’ll slide pizzas under the door for him to eat.
As usual, new photos in the photo section.