Penny, I and our forthcoming attraction prepare to move back to Melbourne, again. The good is obvious enough. Heck, the best rushes I've seen recently were in a hospital, called "Penny's Ultrasound Part II".
The bad exists in a range of areas, and on multiple levels. We've behind schedule, over budget, our locations are still being worked out and our release date is bearing down on us.
The ugly is the husband, hanging around the surgery like some groupie, or worse, like a noobie Director's Assistant, offerring to help here, there and everywhere, but only really managing to get in the way, say the wrong thing, all the while trying to look like he belongs but succeeding only in looking like a schmuck.
Of course there is major disputation between artistic and production departments, but it appears it's the star whose calling the shots. One thing's for certain...this little production is heading for a town near you.