So I rented "Lost in La Mancha" last night, but I'm too afraid to watch it. It's the documentary of Terry Gilliam's ill-fated attempt to fim The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. After perservering through weather, cast illnesses and a myriad of technical factors, the project was untimately abandoned. I can't help but draw parallels to my own gig.
As a Gilliam fan and someone who has worked on a production crew, I've wanted to see it for awhile. But I can't imagine anything more painful than watching someone perservere through a colossal, ironic failure without the payoff of success.
So I'm a sucker for a Hollywood ending.