previously published by me elsewhere:
"The end is near" is one of those stereotypical chants of the loony old bald guys hanging out on the corner in Anywhere, USA. I can assure you, the end is most assuredly here, but not the end that might be associated with that phrase.
There's often something unsettling about things coming to a close. A certain relief stirred in with a fair amount of disappointment. It's just this natural reaction, because what endings mean is change, and change is really difficult to swallow. No matter what!
With every ending comes a little death, but not necessarily closure. Most of the time a bit of unresolved feelings just hang out there, left to dangle forever. So, that's what's going on right about now.
Like death, however, it'll probably take a few days to sink in. In this case, it'll have to hit that obligations are nil, commitment levels can edge back to zero, and a certain footnote in my life is over.
The movie shoot that would not quit has finally quit, and we're all a bit older, maybe a touch wiser, and certainly out a few bucks.
Should that be satisfying? Was that the art? The art of the process of filmmaking.
Should it be more fulfilling since it took so long to complete the principal photography? Or, on the other hand, does it become art when someone actually sees something one can refer to as a movie?
I've just gotta hope some of the art rests with the process. That's what makes the most sense to me.
You know, if the outlook becomes grim for the future of the picture as a whole we all still got together and made ... something.
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