I'm feeling a little bummed out about things lately, re: the film. Something in one of these many filmmaking books I'm reading stuck with me: that there can never be cinéma vérité. We documentary filmmakers ruin the vérité just by being there and filming. And based on the interview footage I got this past weekend, I realize very glumly how true that is. DAMMIT!!! Everyone is SO worried about saying the right damn things. Shit. Maybe I just need to finish watching all the footage from the weekend--I've watched about 75% of it. I'll feel better once I find the rest of the documentary gold I'm looking for.
We had our monthly Reserves meeting last night and our recently fired Asst. Chief was there with his wife, a Sgt. I thought that was a big Fuck You to the Chief. After the meeting I gave them both big hugs and teared up a little b/c I am going to miss him so much (already do). The Sgt. whispered to me when her husband wasn't paying attention that my email to him meant a lot to him and that she thought it was the sweetest email he'd gotten.
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I'm telling you--outfit me with a hidden camera. Some of the backstage chitchat was GOLDEN!
Hang in there Adela!!!
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