Our first week of production ended on a truly charmed note. The day got off to a good start when Joe rode into Manhattan to meet with IFC and sat next to Michel Gondry and his girlfriend the whole way there. I wasn't there, but I imagine it looked something like this:



Maybe some sort of creative magic rubbed off on our humble director, or maybe (and more likely) we just finally hit our stride once we started shooting; whatever the case, the scene we shot was sad, funny, beautiful, infuriating, shocking and just about everything one might hope for.



Maybe Joe will provide insight from his perspective, but for now, I'll just say that there suddenly seems to be a fulcrum to this story we're putting together. I can't wait to see this scene with an audience.

As if on cure, Kris showed up on set the moment we wrapped. We went out for sushi, and then later on wound up back at the beer hall from the other night.



I think everyone went out dancing afterwards. I went back home to eke one last little bit of creativity out of the day, making a few cuts on my own film while Barlow slumbered in a borrowed tuxedo on the couch beside me. It was a good day.