
Mostly, everyone liked the film.
The kids who were in it loved it (of course) and I was happy to see the odd tear being shed by one or two of the adult actors. How weird is that? They're obviously over the idea of seeing themselves onscreen. I don't think I'd have the objectivity if I was an actor - to actually enjoy the film I was in. Maybe only the best actors were crying - as self-consciousness and narcissism are the enemies of good performance (according to Stanislavski) . . .
To me, the film looked good. It still feels a bit like a series of cuts, sounds and images, but it went over well. I didn't notice many of the mistakes and all had a great time. Sort of.
Hosts never have much fun at parties.
Next stop, Marx & Venus. I hope you all know about that one. 25 x 5 minute TV shows about a couple of flatmates who kind of like each other, but don't get together. I'd love to direct an episode or two and I'm writing three on spec.
I think there'll be thousands of scripts sent in. I estimate around 2,000. Here we go again . . .
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