Producing movies isn’t for the faint of heart. At least twice a week, I’m thoroughly convinced that I Love Your Work is going to fall apart horribly, to thoroughly deconstruct. And, at least twice a week, we miraculously cobble together a solution, keep cranking ahead, and continue to create scene after scene of beautifully shot film.

Yesterday, while viewing the footage from the third week of shooting, I suddenly realized that the efforts of our phenomenal cast and crew have been paying off, as we’re making a really, really good film. And I similarly realized that I might never be able to fully enjoy it, as the mere sight of some scenes might send me flashing back on the various disasters along the way.

Films, it seems, ought to be lumped into the old adage with sausage and legislation: enjoyable in the end only so long as you never watch them being made.