Fro two years i waited for this day. I thought I would heave a sigh of relief. I would be free. I would go play, take a holiday, explore the universe again. Find myself again. This day, the day I finished Golden Age. And now that the day is here, I am in turmoil. It’s like letting go of my baby ? My baby ?How arrogant can I be ?
For two years I have been embroiled in leaps of creativity, fears of faiiure, moments of absolute joy and moments of deep deep dark depression. Enclosed in absolute doubt and absolute moments of supreme clarity at the same time. Negotiating the politics of film making, making light of doubts of others, knowing that I am being watched like a hawk. By those that have spent almost $ 60 million hoping that I know what I am doing ?
In which time the film has become it’s own individual. An individual that I had this deep intricate love hate relationship with. But always believing that this individual was birthed by me.
By me ? Ha ha ha –
It was always there. The film was born with it’s own destiny.
I need to let go. Forget all the obsessiveness. And move on.
The Golden Age belongs to all of you now. Everyone.