A Brief Interlude (10,000 Days)

***Tomorrow night, Wednesday, July 18, at 10pm (EST), I'll be doing a live interview with Women's Studies co-stars Judith O'Dea (Senator Hamlin), Cindy Marie Martin (Mary), and Tara Garwood (Judith) on Blog Talk Radio's Movie Geeks United! broadcast. The show can be accessed in live or archived format.***

***There are no pictures from our shoot on this week's blog, not because we didn't take a ridiculous amount of them this weekend, but because I can't find the USB cable to my digital camera. Next week we'll have pictures from this weekend's shoot.***

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We shot a big scene this past weekend.It was one of the toughest and most complex, and also one of the most important. I really can't tell you much about it with out giving anything away, so I guess this blog is more for the cast and crew than anybody else. The scene has to do with Iris, her parents, and the Ross-Prentiss academy girls, as well as change, death, resurrection, and love. More than anything, it's about love. The cast and crew might have some kind of apoplexy reading that, but if they search deep, they'll see I'm right. Horrible things have been done in the name of love. At it's worst, it can be a selfish, cruel emotion.

I tried to play the following Tool song while we were rehearsing a big moment in the scene but with the chaos of the shoot, it was a rushed harried time. So much of shooting a film is like that. You want to stop, connect with the people on set, and savor the moment, but most of the time you just rush to get the shot and try, which is often futile, to stay on schedule. However, there are those moments of true wonder that occur, and despite the very long hours my wonderful cast and crew spent shooting this weekend, there were many.

Anyway, I just wanted to post the lyrics to "10,000 Days" by Tool because it always makes me think of this scene and change, and love, and how sometimes the only thing we can do for someone we love is to spare them anymore pain.

10,000 Days
lyrics by Maynard James Keenan

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there.
Not like you.

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.

But, enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who
Illuminated your little piece of the divine?

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I've come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"

You are the light and way that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
(With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home."