And into my fourth year on the film that still won’t die.
It may not be dead but it is drawing its terminal breath. I’ve just been doing a rough mix for David Gillam at Borderlines Film Festival. Something came over me as I got to the end. As I sat and watched the (albeit still computerized) music swell over the final scene and the closing credits fade up, I found myself laughing with pure, silly joy and my eyes filling with tears. Not because the film’s any good, you understand. (It might be; I wouldn’t know.) Because I’m nearly there.
Happy new year.