So I stayed up late and finished last night.
I managed to cut everything down to an hour (and I know that's still far too long for anyone except me.)
I wanted to preserve all that was bouncy and joyous and beautiful and sweet about Evan.
I cut until I bled, again and again, and you'll still think, "how many shots of you walking behind Evan do you need?"
Maybe not if you're a filmmaker.
But definitely if you're me.