The afternoon project, in retrospect
Two years later, I can finally see what we were making. At the time, I could only see what we were failing to make.
The afternoon project began as a 12-page short and ended as a 53-minute thing I still struggle to describe. It was the first piece I wrote and directed alone, and the first time I understood that “alone” was the wrong word for any of it.
Looking back, the cut is too long by perhaps eight minutes. I would not change it. The film is a record of a particular impatience I no longer have, and the impatience is part of what the film is about.