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big night out

thanks very much to those of you who came out last night to see the debut screening of "conversion". we were thrilled at the support and feedback that we received and it's certainly given us the motivation to continue pushing forward.

a couple of points that were made last night that probably bear repeating:

1. we will be making "conversion" available on line for paid download through several channels. it's our hope that the grassroots efforts that made the film possible to begin with will also see it reach a broader audience while staying 100% independent.

2. the "conversion" script will also be published through oneiros books as part of a double volume with a short novel called "tricky". i'm actually taking time out from editing "tricky", which needs some polish before it's ready for the rest of the world to write this blog post. the script is more or less exactly what you get from the film, although there are a couple of differences. you'll have to get both to see if you can spot them...

doug kropla, who worked on "conversion" and was, among many other things, a source of such unrestrained positivity that it was impossible to feel unhappy in his presence, very kindly took some video of the opening remarks that dom and i made last night at the screening. the sound is a little muffled, but nothing a little boost to the volume can't solve. [note: in case you become confused, the remarks are in both english and french, so it does switch a couple of times.]



onward and upward!

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