Slogging through rough cut territory

Lucky Bastards, started life in 2000 when I bought a video camera in Europe dreamed of making a video Tropic of Cancer. The camera would be my typewriter. 

Cut to 2015. There's enough distance to make sense of it, for the vagaries of bad memory to twist even the truth into fiction. The lies sing out. It's getting closer. Coming together. 

Lucky Bastards is the story of four friends living in the Barcelona underground who have to help each other find and make good on love. Friends, family - the people I love most - are helping make it: filming, acting, and contributing.

Ten years ago, I was at Sundance with a short, pitching Lucky Bastards as the fiction of my life - my road trip across a winter Europe, in search of love and companionship. I met someone and they called me in and said they wanted to put the movie together, for a cut, of course. I told them I wasn't ready. It was too fresh and too raw still for everybody. I said I needed to do a film about my grandparents open marriage and voyage into insanity in the fifties and sixties. He passed. I took it to the Sundance Producers Conference in 2006. That film became Must Read After My Death.

In spite of MRAMD's amazing festival run, cash and prizes, and theatrical release, I've always regretted not taking the help to make Lucky Bastards first. After Must Read I moved to Los Angeles and started working on LB. My dad got sick and died, I wrote some screenplays, some tv pilots. A weak attempt to go Hollywood. I started a family, but Lucky Bastard wouldn't go away. I thought it was too weird to pitch, I was so afraid people would say no, I couldn't even ask for help. So I crawled into my cave like before and got to work.

So now I'm climbing out of my cave, and into the sunlight. I'm looking for help on Lucky Bastards. I'm looking for your help. Let's make something great about how friends help each other!

Let's be friends.