Sat 29 Sep 07
Hoo, boy. The tired day, the hump day. Absolutely wild winds, but still no rain... OK, not much rain. It would've been going sideways, I swear.
Up til 5:30 am, trying to get my chapbook out, and went to Star Copy to do so, but just couldn't get it finished. The mock copy looks great though, and showed it around. So slept in till nearly 10, so missed first screenings, meaning August the 1st, which had a filmmaker (first-timer) to talk about it. Oh well.
So first one was JELLYFISH. Oh my god. Wonderful, amazing. Magical, tragical. Intentionally didn't read the descriptions beyond ascertaining the genre and the first lines. Thus had no idea that there was a character in this so much like one in my first-ever play. So this film spoke my language. Wow. Beautiful. Crying.
Saw premier FoF (Friend of FrendL) outside the Rose & Rosebud Theatres, and didn't they both just want to pose for a quick and windy portrait?
Took a tumble, thank G not going up the Haller steps but as I stepped off the bunkerish sidewalk down onto Washington Street by my car. I cleared the sharp decline, but then caught the asphalt change up to the street proper. People from all directions called out to be sure I was OK, and I was. Relieved it was my right knee this time, as the left is only just recovered from a trip-&-fall in June involving FrendL's tether, my bass, and the dobro. Bifocals can really be trouble sometimes too, try to remember to look under them, not through them, when stepping.
Anyway, next was Billy Collins presenting DR STRANGELOVE, OR: HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE BOMB. After I get my traditional front-row seat, next to Caroline, who I met a coupla Film Fests back as we kept sitting up front together; she sits off to the left side usually, whereas I like center.
When I showed C the mockup of my EKPHRASTIKINO chapbook, she surprises me by taking the time to read the first poem or two, and tells me I got it just right about why we like to sit there ("Find my seat, always near the front: don't want to watch people watching, want as little as possible between me and the screen.") I tell her that in a segment before the Oscars a few years ago, they had a short about why people love the movies, and some of the interviewees were famous people. Lou Reed was like us, he has to sit up close, and for much the same reasons.
That led talking about Lou Reed, as C's son is a punk rocker who was a little surprised to learn his mom liked someone whose music (albeit from a whole nother decade) was a favorite of his. I told C that back in spring I'd met Billy the C down at Frank Buxton & Cynthia Sears "Yonder" and he'd told us Lou Reed was his neighbor in NYC, apartment next door. Described Reed as a grumpy old Jewish guy. Then I remember we're about to see Billy Collins. Strange how the mind and time and place work.
Great to see DR S on the big-screen at last, not broken up by ads. Great. Q&A good, Frank interviewing friend Billy, who knew a lot about the film. Then 2 folks who didn't have questions but did have comments took a left turn, the first about how the movie – and the 50's-60's culture – portrayed women and how Billy and Frank responded like boys as well to her comment, next someone young who said she'd never experienced the fear, never witnessed anything like the Bomb, so she has much more hope. I actually called out "9/11?" twice, but not loudly, so that went unheeded.
Felt bad for Billy, had to duck out anyway to make it down to ONE NIGHT. (Missed CALIFORNIA SPLIT to do so, Altman flick – but not a fave – with Elliott Gould there, wished again I could've been in 2 places.) The screening sold out, with people turned away. It wasn't full yet, and I was allowed in by those sweet young women in their twin rhinestone tiaras who so well and cheerfully manage the Rosebud Theatre queues and Q's. I told them I'd interviewed the filmmaker for THE LEADER and had to speak with him. Inside I saw venue manager Kurt and asked if I could sit in the projection booth, before I remembered this is not the set-up of the Rose next door where that might work. But when he saw my blue pass, all my troubles seemed so far away.....
So got to see this M. Knowles film on big screen in a packed house, much better than my "review viewing" on my 12" laptop alone in my cabin. Good, if small, Q&A. Meeting Melissa Leo after? Over the moon. We both went out for a cigarette, American Spirits I'm happy to say. She was really touched I'd been a fan of HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET. More another time on talking to her.
Suddenly realize don't have my hat, which is a great black "Penney's Towncraft" number but maybe 2 sizes to big unless I tuck my hair up into it. I'd put it down on the bench outside the Rosebud while talking to Melissa, and now it was gone. Suddenly I hear Tiara Girl from up on her step to call out Q announcements: "Do I have a DD?" Seems friends totally recognized the hat as mine, as it was blowing and rolling up the street no doubt, as next day at least 3 people asked if I'd gotten my hat back! Thanks, you guys!
Then what... oh, HANNAH TAKES THE STAIRS. Sorry to say I nodded off a bit, but no comment on the film; got sleepy as Hannah's last lover (in the movie only, cannot imagine how many she'd have had since!) was showing her all his meds. Titles actually as good as rest of movie. Dueling grade-school-style trumpets on the William Tell Overture a hoot.
Great to see the divine Greta Gerwig again. Realized I was wearing her pass from last year; I'd picked it up off the Upstage floor when I closed the place after the "It's a wrap" party. I've been wearing all my PTFF passes, but couldn't find mine at the last minute (it's been hanging from my VW mirror, so not put away in same place), so a bit of live HANNAH in the house. I guess the joke would be, "my name is Greta Gerwigley." Ha.
Here's a photo of Greta, at right, from last year's "Wrap Party" at the Upstage, with Tipper (in both LOL and HANNAH as well) at left, doing that total "lol" thang with director Joe Swanberg's digital cam.
No outdoor movie tonight; I remember watching last year the struggling of the giant inflatable Taylor Street screen in the high wind of Day 3, so I knew there'd be no DICK TRACY. When I meet Jim Ewing after HANNAH, we both hope that if the movie does come off tonight, that SPIDERMAN 2 will be axed and DICK TRACY shown; Jim told me some about the cinematographer, who also did Warren Beatty's BULWORTH.
Get to see the last minute of the 2nd place winner of 2880, then GAME OVER, the winner. Had just met the editor from Bainbridge before that screening, standing in a cluster of folks by the theatre windows with his teenage son. I just asked if they were some of the filmmakers, and they were, so I asked what he edited on, etc. I'd asked the boy if he helped, but he smiled and said no. Moral support then, his fan? He nodded as his grin got bigger. Wished them luck. Now they were winning the FinalCut Pro Suite!
I'm happy to say I was only a little sad that I wasn't seeing my 9½ minute FORSAKEN OR ONLY ALONE? up there on the big screen, with people I'd never met seeing it. Someday this will happen, and I think it'll be sooner than later now.
Last is DR JECKYLL AND MR HYDE (1931) with short JACK THE VOMITER, wow. Both B/W, both over the top, though 75 years separate the films in time. Jack the Ripper leaving his signature, puke. Projectile vomit goes "cum shot", oy. DR J very good; as always I'm surprised by people's laughter at stuff that's only funny to our "sophisticated, modern" eye, but it didn't distract me this time.
Tonight my favorite film of the fest is easily JELLYFISH. What a gift that was. We are really lucky folks. G'night.