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I guess I’m nervous. I’ve been digging that Hollywood ditch for a long time and this is the first time that all the pieces seem to be falling into place. The movie is good. Real good. The early reviews have been good. Real good. So…you know…I’m nervous.
Patrick and I have a number of very real projects shaping up. And for the first time in a long ti…scratch that. For the first time in ever…my phone is ringing. So…you know…I’m nervous.
Don’t get me wrong, I have faith in the movie. As I’ve said before, the cast made me look like a better writer. Jensen, Jaime, Kerr and Edi are the absolute best. Betsy and Megan are stunning. Kevin and Tom turn the volume up to 11. The crew was perfect. From Brian’s lighting to Gary’s bloodwork. Max and the 3D crew are simply the best in the business. Michael’s score has become a dominant fixture in my day to day writing. Cynthia, Devin and the guys in editing have created a fast paced 3D ride to hell. Frank and the Skywalker Sound crew make me want to be a better man. And finally Tim, Sarah and Yon have dazzled me with their Marketing and the blitz hasn’t even begun yet. So many people. And each one performed to perfection. So I just…you know…I’m nervous.
And then there’s Patrick. He went out on more than one creaky limb for me. Without him I am rewritten and discarded. And while the above team is astounding, without a great leader you’re screwed. Patrick was and is and always will be a great leader. He’s the best kept secret in horror. Not for much longer I’d wager. No doubt in my mind he’s a future icon. Carpenter, Craven, Raimi…expect Lussier to join the list in the near future.
And then there’s my own small contribution as writer, actor and sometimes soundboard. I thought I would feel more cocky. But I don’t. On the contrary. I feel humbled. Honored. Lucky. Blessed. Anyone who knows me should be checking beneath his or her bed for pods because clearly I have been invaded by the body snatchers. So…you know…I’m nervous.
I guess all I can do is keep writing…and wait. Currently I will do that as the one-armed-man since Izzie is curled up in my left arm watching Nemo in the corner of the screen. The typing is a little slower and my left arm’s utterly asleep but it’s a fair trade off.
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