Lots of little cleanup-y issues. Small bits. Adjusting sound levels, mostly. About 2/3 done, I think.
I've seen this movie lots of times now. This is the first time with the final music, and the music is awesome. It actually looks like a real movie.
But I've lost all sense of objectivity. I've been so focused on the technical tweaking that I've lost sight of what the movie is, which is a vehicle for telling a story.
There is a story there. And I've even caught some subtle moments of synthesis onscreen when all the music and effects are thrown into the mix.
But the story is not my story. It's
avindair's story, fitting in to saveau's universe. All I really do in this particular episode of making is provide technical support. Don't get me wrong, I love doing it. I enjoy it. I do it well. But it's not my movie. The heart of this movie is
avindair. I'm sort of the liver, or perhaps the spleen, one of those organs of which you'd really rather never see the color. It's one of those things that I'm afraid of. Which means I have to do it. It's territory that is frighteningly non-technical, highly subjective, and prone to whopping interpretation.
And I could fail. I could make a movie that sucked, just like Roger Ebert did. I suppose it's like following Brian Wilson into the abyss. But why is it always pudgy white guys?
