We've been embroiled lately, ensconced and otherwise sequestered, with an editor trying to find :30 decent seconds buried within 14 hours of film. Along the way the client has changed direction about half a dozen times, hated certain particular words, certain talent and demanded other considerations all of which have interfered with the drama and communication of our spots.
In short, we've been feeling a bit beaten and are now up against our air date.
In a word, oy.
So we had a phone call with our editor this morning. "Is this the worst thing you've ever worked on?" I asked.
"On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst," clarified my partner, "where does this rate?"
The editor said, "You guys aren't even a 3."
"Not even a 3," we barked, taking umbrage at the dismissal. "So what's an 8 like?
"An 8? An 8 is when you're cutting for two months and finally the client comes down and insists on looking for scenes you haven't shot and ultimately settles on scenes you chose fourteen rounds ago that they didn't like then but like now like because they picked it."
We stand corrected.
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