
Instead of watching men with shoulder pads running into each other, we met at Indie and put the finishing touches to the DVD. Now entitled (as revealed in this very column) 'Brittle Fire, Bitter Bones', with sundry Easter eggs. Bones were photographed, scripts scanned, voices overed and compressions filed.
I understand that I will never understand football. It's like listening to a Serbian stand-up comedian. I know it's funny, but I don't speak the language.
Watching and re-watching all the disparate elements (sic) again and again, to check for artifacts and see that all the menus work properly, a different meaning emerges from the images: something very close to our original intention to tell a story through images and moods, not through dialogue or 'plot'.
It is a very strange and beautiful fillum.
OMIGOD!! no wonder this image took so long to load! It's... er... big? But you can make out all the detail which KSC put into her sheets and WL collaged for you to read the palimpsest. In the time it took to eat three bowls of 5 star chili. Now THAT'S a superbowl.