Sweet Sorrow

I'm spending much less time now with The Gigolos. We had become close. I grew it from a seed; nurtured it; sent it out into the world. It's grown up now. It's learned to take the hard knocks (Stella Papamichael) and to accept the praise gracefully (Derek Malcolm). And if you think those metaphors are mixed up, you should see the final accounts for the film.

I'm writing this as advice to those thinking about making a movie. It will demand your unquestioning day-and-night dedication for months, more likely years. It will make you cry with pain and joy, though mainly frustration. It will give you precious little in returns.

There are other films now. But The Gigolos will always be the first. Here's hoping it won't also be the last.