The Home Stretch

Friday.

As I sit here at my computer waiting for my 2nd rough cut to render, I ponder my June 1st deadline and think that I might actually make it, hopefully with two projects that don't bring shame upon me.

Both of these projects are thematically, tonally and visually different from one another. They've both provided me with the breadth of the filmmaking experience, from the structured and planned to the free and innovative. I got the chance on the first project to work with a crew and the second project found me a lone gunman.

Editing has been both a solitary and collaborative process. I've been able to send my friends and colleagues in L.A. and NYC scripts, and cuts of the film. This has let me get a sense of whether or not the films are working. Do the jokes play? How's the pacing? Are they pleasant to watch? If the answers to these questions are "yes", then I'm in business. If not, these folks usually give me some tips on how to fix them. This outsourcing of constructive criticism has been invaluable to me. My wife, by this point, has grown weary of my constant requests for her to view the latest minute change in a cut or scene...seriously she's ready for me to be done.

As with any creative project, I have gone through the requisite seven stages of grief, but over the past two years, my projects have usually been short term. Because of this my grief usually only lasts about a week. I've been working on these projects in some capacity for seven months-from planning to completion. Yeah...let that simmer.

A large part of my grieving process is reflection. I often think about the events which led to the project. I reflect on whether or not I've improved since last time. These days I also catch myself remembering the days when CBP was a trio...sigh....

Anyway, as soon as these are complete, I plan on taking a short break, then submitting to festivals and reexamining what CBP is, what it could be. What's the next step? I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

-Rob Out.