We had a big turnout for the Van Ness gate this morning — all of the regulars plus a few visitors. We debated whether that was an auspice or a coincidence. Either way, there were a lot of doughnuts.
The old Russian guy who stands across the street watching us for hours decided he wanted to carry a picket sign for about 30 seconds. When we offered him a doughnut, he asked for vodka. Which made me rethink the past few weeks of watching him watching us: he may be completely blitzed at every moment.
Except for a brief visit on Tuesday to bring cookies and show off my daughter, I’ve been away from the picket line all week. There wasn’t a lot of news to catch up on. Angry Cadillac Woman is M.I.A. — she didn’t show up today either. Beyond that, same old stretch of asphalt.
Today’s principal topics of conversation: dog rescue, Clinton vs. Obama, good-looking Socialist reporter guy, brain tumors, limousine liberalism, pretending to be Canadian, and those guys who paint street numbers on the curb without asking and expect you to pay them.
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With these requirements, adaptations of the original one-sheet came back pretty unsatisfactory. In order to put the title on top, we had to go a little wider on the photo, which took a lot of the mystery out of it. The extra color softened it too much, and it certainly didn’t look like a thriller. If anything, it looked to be kin to that Hillary Swank/Gerard Butler movie about micro-managing from beyond the grave.
Punting, we looked at some of the other poster contenders. This one had been discussed and dismissed pretty early on, but the 9 background would certainly hold up to major shrinkage, and Ryan’s expression did say, “unsettling thriller.” Plus, there was plenty of room for blurbage. With considerable changes to color scheme and logotype, we ended up at the final DVD artwork.
I don’t love it, but I accept it as a reasonable alternative given the constraints. Sony was actually really good to work with throughout the process, including me in decisions beyond the contractual obligations. Other than Big Fish, I haven’t been enthralled with any of the posters or key art for my movies, but I don’t know that it’s reasonable to expect a director — who spent two-plus years of his life making a film — to be content seeing it distilled down to one vertical rectangle.

