It’s one week before SXSW starts and one week and one day before the premiere of our film Loves Her Gun.
I’m nervous and I’m excited and hopeful and fearful.
What if no one likes the film?
What if during the film, the audience collectively rises in a wave of anger, throws vegetables or dead animals they had been hiding in their purses and pockets at the screen and tackle me into the theater seats to ensure my broken arms never write again?
Like George McFly to Marty when he sheepishly explains why he can’t ask Lorraine out, “I don’t know if I could take that kind of a rejection.”
This movie is my density.
I’m scared shitless!
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
Will you still love me even if my dangling broken limbs are covered in tomato juice?
Over the next week, I’ll probably be posting a significant amount about the film since it will be taking up a good chunk of my life.
It’s a tough industry and every share and retweet about our film (more…)
