Even this guy.
This is the problem with Independent film… it’s independent, and the writer is the director is the producer. No one to yell at him. You must have a critic. Everyone needs someone to whisper in their ear that it’s garbage, and give suggestions how to fix it. Just cause you’re successful doesn’t mean you don’t need help.
Patton knew, or at least, Francis Coppola and Edmund H. North did.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph – a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.
And if you, as writer or director or producer, don’t have someone to whisper in your ear, you will end up like the Carthaginians.
The Carthaginians defending the city were attacked by three Roman legions. The Carthaginians were proud and brave but they couldn’t hold. They were massacred.
Find someone to critique your work. Me, perhaps.