Last Friday night we watched a psychological horror unfold and then, somehow, fold back in on itself like some Moebius strip. And despite having seen the rough- and fine-cuts of the film, I found myself pulled into it. It moved. It flowed. It made sense<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Of course it makes sense<\/i>, I hear you cry. You wrote<\/b> it, silly!<\/i> Well… yes, but the film that was on the big screen was a very different creature from what I’d originally envisaged. I’d found the process of watching the earlier cuts much, much harder than I’d expected, making mewling noises about it<\/a> at the time. It was time to confront the finished film as an independent entity, rather than some excuse to whine, Well, if I’d<\/b> done it…<\/i>. I hadn’t ‘done’ it. I’d merely provided a blueprint.<\/p>\n By the time the credits rolled, I was experiencing not so much relief but… – bloody hell<\/i> – pride<\/b> that I had been part of the Five<\/a> production. I was buzzing. There were back-slaps and hugs. There were drinks and debriefs. It was cathartic.<\/p>\n Big thankeroonies to the cast and crew (they know who they are), in particular Mr Amit Tripuraneni<\/a> for making it Last Friday night we watched a psychological horror unfold and then, somehow, fold back in on itself like some Moebius strip. And despite having seen the rough- and fine-cuts of the film, I found myself pulled into it. It moved. It flowed. It made sense. Of course it makes sense, I hear you cry. You … <\/p>\npossible<\/strike> real<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"