Suddenly I see. (Yay, KT Tunstall!)

So, anyway, I am editing Drawing on Walls again. I have decided to finally finish it, after several stops and starts and loads of frustration. There is still no excuse for the delay, though I’m gonna give myself a break, because what I didn’t know if I could do has now been done, and the cast is going to be getting a better final product than they would have gotten six months or a year ago. I know it’s small consolation, but it’s the truth.

And I am prouder of the film now than I was six months or a year ago. It has it’s flaws, but I take some satisfaction in the fact that it doesn’t look like a twenty thousand dollar movie that was shot in five days. (It looks like at least a thirty five thousand dollar movie shot in seven days. Heh.) But it definitely doesn’t look bad.

And it hurt to not get into any film festivals with it, but it’s an interesting thing, because every time I have watched it in the past two weeks (many times by the way), I cannot understand how we failed to make a film festival. I’ve attended plenty of film festivals in my time, and I have seen many films a lot worse than Drawing on Walls.

Their loss.