Spring has descended in LA, a strange, gray spring, and I'm recklessly overdue sending a newsletter. In my own defense (not that anyone has accused me of anything...), my reluctance to send updates has stemmed from an utter lack of updates to send. Editing a feature takes forever. Or at least this particular movie took this particular post team of two forever. I think we've learned a few tricks for next time. I hope we have.

The good news is, it wasn't all tedium and Laramie pulling balls of lint off her big sweater, pacing the tiny house. The dark void was illuminated with pinpricks of enormous joy. It's insanely cool to work with a good editor, whether or not you're married to him. (Possibly cooler if you're not married to him! Who can say?) To put a scene together, and have it be better than you imagined. To make tiny, incremental adjustments, refining refining refining. (I guess that's where joy and tedium collide.) To lay in a music track that just works. And perhaps the greatest joy of all is slashing entire scenes, nixing all the bits that don't work. We were at 117 minutes with our first cut, and now we're down to 92. The bulk of it is working now. It's a real movie, you guys.