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Director's Statement
The worst thing about making a film is talking about it. Or writing about it.
And it's even worse talking about oneself in relation to the film.
Why this film and not another one? Why this character? Why this melancholy? This dark hope, so muck rain?
When I started to write the script I still had some certainty. Now, when the film is finished, almost three
years later, I feel stripped of any, swimming in the dark
once again, knowing that the cord which attached me to the film has been broken and that now, when it's slipping away
from me, all I would like to do is to start it again, to live again with the idea of the film and not with its - for me - strange, unreal reality.
I look at the five cans which hold the first print of the film. I think of the tears, of the answered prayers. I think of Ann, Laurie, Lee, Don, the hairdresser, the neighbour,
the little I think of all the people who have made
this film what it is. I think of the people who will love the film. I think of the people who won't.
The worst thing about making films is the feeling of emptiness when they're finished.
The emptiness after this film is very, very great.
Isabel Coixet. January, 2003.