The greatest day... Part II

I woke up at 4:45 a.m., drove to my local, overpacked Best Buy to look for a director's cut of The New World. Never mind that

• I'd have to elbow against insane Black Friday shoppers
  
• That none of said shoppers would possibly be interested in an hour-longer director's cut of a Terrence Malick film that they disliked in the first place
  
• The DVD was released in October and wasn't a wicked insane deal today
  
• I could be a rational human being and just get it off Amazon for the same price and not have to get near any holiday-shopping mouth-breathers

And yeah, Best Buy didn't have it, even though there website says it's in stock, just not where (other than somewhere in the Twin Cities metro area), and after witnessing the throng (the throng, people!) there (and inventing my own parking spot in the stuffed lot), and after seeing that Target didn't have its shit together and wasn't yet open at its promised 5 a.m., I called it quits and went for the Amazon option.

I was also planning to go to Walmart, but I decided I didn't want to get ringworm.

But if that's not passion for filmmaking if I venture out on the most dreadful retail day of the year for a director's cut of a Terrence Malick film, I don't know what is. Maybe if I had flown to the Toronto Film Festival months back to see Steven Soderbergh's Che in full (and not broken into a two-parter) and in live quality, and not my video-taped pirate that finished overnight.

But why all this talk of films when I still have a long leg of filmmaking to go? If I haven't been rattlesnaked for the Nth time, today is the holy day my deck returns and I begin stuffing my 1 TB external drive with delicious, relatively-uncompressed Transmissions DV footage.