The Last Afternoon

I'm entirely sure that the production is prepared for what it's about to get itself into. As Jared keeps telling me, all I've got to do now is socialize with the actors. We'll see.

But, trying to get my head around the idea that something that started as an idea that I would mull over as I went to sleep almost three years ago is soon going to be filmed by real people with real people so that I can manipulate it into watchable scenes with real songs by real people that were really recorded twenty and thirty years ago is pretty ridiculous. It's not like we're building the Eiffel Tower but, when all of this occured to me, I immediately wrote to the co-writer, Bill, and told him he shouldn't, he couldn't miss this. The chance to see all of this created and for him to see the apparatus that we've set in motion. You only make your first movie once.

Now, it's to lunch and then a champagne and popcorn ritual with Sarah. I rented a couple of old favorites that I probably hadn't seen since high school, Gallipoli and The Man Who Would Be King. I'm curious to see what sorts of feelings they'll dredge up that I can use over the next three weeks. Like the instant hit of memories from the smell of Copenhagen that filled the Art Dept. room the other day. I'm curious about a lot of what's going to happen over the next three weeks. (to all of you who I lived with 18 years ago who's faces and smiles were so tangible at that moment, thank you, I hope you're not offended and you'll be the subject of a whole 'nother blog)

Will someone please remember, though, to text me important Euro '08 scores?