wrap party

No postcard today--- just the cast photo from right after we finished principal photography on "Sapiens" Elsewhere, earlier tonight.  I'm still drunk from the wrap party, where we had water and burgers and potato chips and bubbly (water).  Craft services were nowhere in sight, again, on accounta our very low budget (zero).  Fortunately the cast seems to exist on air!  A director couldn't ask for more cooperative players.

Oh, sure, sometimes they would flop off their marks, and they seemed to have their own ideas about how the story should morph at times---  and you know what?  They were right.  They were absolutely right.  So what if we strayed from the storyboard, skirted the screenplay....  This is what collaborative art is all about.

The truly hard part comes next, in post.  The final cut's due to the distributor in a week.  Some miracles in editing are going to be needed, that's for dang sure.

And the clean-up -- sometime I'll have to get to the clean up.

In the theater, they strike the set after the last show.  Even before the party.  The first time I witnessed that, as a young teenager, I thought it was a bummer--- such a cool & carefully constructed wonder, was the set of that production of The Mad Show.  Why were they tearing it apart already?  I asked someone.  The answer I got was about the ephemeral nature of live theater, and how when the show's over, it's over, you had to be there live, etc., et high-falutin' cetera.  I mean, it made sense to me, and even kinda moved me, at the time.  And I still find it touching.  But later I also thought: the main reason they probably strike the set right away is that they still have the whole cast right there, to do the labor.

My cast isn't much help with that kind of thing.  They're fun, but they leave the lifting to me.  I'm not complaining!  It is what is, and it's all for art.