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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Saturday, October 22, 2005

The Production, Local

My sister and I took a drive down the creek road to get a look at the outsized movie shoot. We talked to somebody at the roadblock who explained to us the fiasco that was this production and told us that we had to back in, up the hill, if we wanted to get a look, and we did so. We drove in reverse up the incline, overlooking the steep sweep of the set and its principles now composed. We drove in reverse up the dirt road all the way to a lookout at the top of the hill. The movie was supposed to be an epic travelling caravan realist western of sorts, but supposedly it had all gotten bogged down here deep in production on this hillside. We had come here, my sister and I, to get a glimpse of this project because we'd heard the talk in town and it had seemed a fun thing to do, but seeing all these folks camped and ragtag around campfires curling smoke and tents pitched haphazardly upon this scrubby, rockstrewn hillside that was--according to our source at the roadblock--supposed to be a green valley, I felt sharp and close the proud burden of this epic project. In short, I became quite sad. Lost, I look at my sister. She smiles.

"Well..."
"That's actually pretty neat."
"Yeah."

And we start downhill.