everything from the birthday is strewn all over the room. taryn and rage went home before we all went to sleep. the ukranian girls, home to their husbands. the screenwriters, home to their work-boards and plot-outlines. the actress and director left together. the people we met by the pool, gone together. all night long Brittany invited people to the avalon hotel after-party. unfortuneately they got the wrong room number written down and only a select group found their way to the penthouse; still, there were more than enough to fill the room, the dance floor, and the bed for some discussion and enjoyment.
the camera filtered throughout the limo, up, down, and between the dancers all night. today it's become even clearer that there is a strong meta-level in the documentary. scene after scene includes the directors themselves stirring up trouble to go in front of the camera. at least on that level us film-makers are in our own film, and more than likely on other levels too. jane and nils moved the camera around and made some beautiful tape of the scenes, colors, and movements.