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Disconnect
Jun. 10th, 2007 02:51 amToday when I was editing my film, I showed a rough cut to a classmate who had never seen the script. She was confused by the ending, when the couple separate at the airport. They're so tender to each other beforehand, so obviously intimate, they go to the airport together...and then suddenly she's walking through the gate alone. She looks back at him and it's not clear from the expression on her face whether they are leaving each other permanently, or for a few weeks, or for a year. My classmate thinks this ambiguity must have been a mistake in my directing.
Ciro's expected arrival date keeps getting further away. The usual ridiculous complications of paperwork surrounding his family; we keep discovering new obscure documents we'll need. Like we have his mother's U.S. birth certificate, but we need her Canadian birth certificate too, since she was born on a military base in Canada, and we have the Canadian birth certificate but don't know how to get it certified in a way the Italians will recognize because Canada never signed the 1961 Hague Convention. And since we'll have the Canadian birth certificate, we'll also need her U.S. citizenship papers, which I don't think have to come through the department of Homeland Security the way his father's do, but if I'm wrong that's another few hundred dollars and another three months' wait. Ciro compares the process to playing chess by mail.
I'm sure he won't be here by the end of term; I'm starting to wonder whether he will be by Christmas. Meanwhile, neither of us can do simple things like sign leases.
In a little over a month, we'll hit the point where we've spent as much time apart as together.
Ciro's expected arrival date keeps getting further away. The usual ridiculous complications of paperwork surrounding his family; we keep discovering new obscure documents we'll need. Like we have his mother's U.S. birth certificate, but we need her Canadian birth certificate too, since she was born on a military base in Canada, and we have the Canadian birth certificate but don't know how to get it certified in a way the Italians will recognize because Canada never signed the 1961 Hague Convention. And since we'll have the Canadian birth certificate, we'll also need her U.S. citizenship papers, which I don't think have to come through the department of Homeland Security the way his father's do, but if I'm wrong that's another few hundred dollars and another three months' wait. Ciro compares the process to playing chess by mail.
I'm sure he won't be here by the end of term; I'm starting to wonder whether he will be by Christmas. Meanwhile, neither of us can do simple things like sign leases.
In a little over a month, we'll hit the point where we've spent as much time apart as together.
