My Film Sucks

My film sucks. Now, I know that you are your own worst critic, and I am definitely one of my worst critics, but in this case, I'm afraid I may be right. And I have no one to blame but myself. I had a great (but small) crew, fine actors, and a very competent cinematographer. It's me that dropped the ball. So I'm sitting here trying to cut together pieces of something I wrote and realizing that I should have done a lot of things differently. But I suck at this, so I didn't. And no one else could save me because they are too respectful to try to tell me what to do. Sigh.

Getting that Master's degree is starting to look a little iffy. How would they ever approve when my first serious film looks so unbelievably unbelievable? It sounds fake, looks fake, is fake. My only hope lies with good editing advice from someone who knows what he is talking about, and life-saving sound design to cover up my recording fuck-ups that resulted in an extremely annoying hum in about 60% of the shots. If only it was 100%, then I could at least pass it off as an ambient sound that is supposed to be there. God I suck.