I feel very unproductive this week. I don’t seem to have achieved much. I took another pass at the edit yesterday and shaved two or three minutes out. Art imitated life as a certain couple’s cameo hit the cutting room floor. Colin came over this morning to get the background plates for the ghost ascension effects which he’s contributing. I’m still trying to firm up personnel for the various other effects.
I was watching one of AJ’s Hi-8 tapes (dominant content: actors sitting around boozing and smoking) and was highly entertained by one of the cast recounting a dream in which I appeared as a theatre director with a script written on the inside of a tobacco pouch. Other dreams were also recounted, but I can’t write them here otherwise I won’t have any blackmail material, should I need it later on.