That's it. We're done. Principal photography ended on July 14th, and on Tuesday we did some second unit stuff. We got it all. There's nothing left to shoot. Now only to add up the receipts, clean an apartment or two, and dream happily of the wrap party.

The post-mortem, so to speak? Answer: it went great. The actors were terrific, our Director of Photography made everything beautiful, and our crew stayed happy and sporadically well-fed. Now it's just a matter of editing stuff together and hoping everything cuts the way we think it oughta. The only thing that could screw it up now is running out of money (which is a possibility, but whatever).

What will we do differently next time? Budget better, for one thing. We're way over on costume, make-up, locations, equipment, crew, overtime. Film and processing, too. We budgeted for about a 7 to 1 shooting ratio, and hit more like 10 to 1. Doesn't sound that far off, but that discrepancy represents a nice chunk of change.

Mmm … what else? We won't shoot in people's apartments if at all possible. Causes too much stress for everyone when you're shooting in real houses. Next time: soundstages a-plenty! Outdoor shoots are good, too. Let's do more outdoor stuff. And this one might not be a permanent tweak, but the next show'll be a nice light comedy or horror flick. This heavy drama business makes everyone tense. It's impossible to keep the mood light on the set when you're shooting people experiencing real human emotions and whatnot. Real human emotions are stressful ... next script won't have a one.

I have a nice big ol' batch of photos from throughout the shoot that I'll share. These are all just behind the scenes stuff -- as we start locking things in in the editing room, I'll get some shots from the movie up. But for now:

Here's me with star Robert Gomes. He's the one topless, I'm the one smiling. This one's here because I was often accused of not smiling enough on set -- very strange, since I'm such a happy, upbeat guy. But apparently I don't smile enough. Go know.

That's my partner, producer, co-director Jordan Hoffman. He looks really thoughtful in this picture, but don't be fooled. He's thinking about Futurama or something.

And here's Hoffman and I together. To keep the actors feeling comfortable, we had to act out the sex scenes before we made them do them on camera.

The Deborah Gibson/mental hospital day. Deborah Gibson -- a lovely woman and very talented actress -- came in for one day of shooting in our luxury mental hospital location. Pictured here are (left to right) actor Sam Bailer, co-director Jordan Hoffman, Ms. Gibson, me (Kerry Douglas Dye), lead actress Leslie Kendall, lead actor Robert Gomes, assistant director Matthew Patches.

Cockroach day! We shot the cockroaches in my apartment. In my refrigerator, in fact. Theoretically, they were supposed to be confined to a jar, but to get some shots we had to take them out of the jar. I stayed as far away as possible, but cringed every time I heard the bug wrangler exclaim, "oops! We have a runner!" She was a pro, though -- she could even make them screech on cue.

Here are stars Robert Gomes and Leslie Kendall together under some pretty lighting.

And Robert Gomes looking dramatic.

And another of Robert Gomes looking dramatic.

Lead actress Leslie Kendall looking beautiful in her hospital coat. This is in Sakura Park, Upper West Side, Manhattan.

Robert Gomes with some nasty ammonia-burn makeup, courtesy of special effects makeup woman Cynthia O'Rourke.

And while we're doing violence, here's a kooky scene ...

More cool makeup effects from Ms. O'Rourke.

The shoot was not without mishaps. Here's the scrim (held by P.A. Dave McDonough) that caught fire right over lead actress Leslie Kendall's head. Then there was the light that exploded right next to her and threw sparks on her back, and the rogue staple that forced her to get a tetanus shot ...

A dramatic shot of Mr. Gomes and Ms. Kendall in the "locksmith" scene.

And we'll finish with a nice one. Here's Robert Gomes and Leslie Kendall at the dinner scene.