Y’all, movie making is a Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride through Yo-Yo Town, and don’t let anyone tell you any different.
Oy! Just when six things fall into place, two and a half things totally fall apart, and one thing just vanishes. For some, it would be a super difficult struggle to stay optimistic, (or “optimistish” as my bobeshi always said) but I am good at it. Real-real. It’s like the thing I’m best at.
So, to all the cinematographers I’ve loved before, who’ve traveled in and out my door, I can’t say I’m glad you came along, and I dedicate nothing to you, not even a golden oldie by an international singing sex-sation and a Texas pot-head who happens to be my secret boyfriend (don’t tell Christian Bale!).
To my future cinematographer I say this: I have much to offer and much to gain from our collaboration, and I anticipate your joyous arrival. You will be the one whose handshake means something!