Interlude
Sunday again, and, after the night shoot on the lake, you'd think I wanted a break. However, after three hours sitting around the apartment reading a salacious Hollywood biography ('Brando Unzipped') and downing coffee by the bucket, I'm back at the studio.
Note to all you would be film-makers: A producer's work is (really) never done (at least until the film is in the theatres, and sometimes not even then...)
I started going over this weeks scenes in the script, and discussing set preparations with the tireless John Lechago.
Not much to report, except that I miss my boys, and here's a shot of me and them to remind you all what they look like!
Next : Into the hospital
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