The Boss is in L.A. right now. We needed to refresh our supply of some gear, and trade in a leased dolly.
The Boss: "So I picked up the nice shiny new Fisher."
Me: "Did you get the one with the flames and racing stripes?"
The Boss: "No. Went for the skulls instead."
Me: "Good choice. Keeps the operators on point."
Last night went to catch a showing of The Roundup at the Castro. Was able to catch it now, before a theatrical release, through the SFJFF that's still going on. Ever since hitting Sundance this past year, I've rekindled an appreciation for film that I had lost for a while.
As a student in college studying film making, it became a labor of writing papers, renting equipment, vying for position over rivals in class - work. Entering into the industry as crew, film sets became battlegrounds where you just wanted to make it out alive; the wounds were not just physical, but moral and mental - work. I had lost that wonder and appreciation - the love.
It wasn't until Park City that I remembered what it was about films that initially got me on such a simple, basic level. Being surrounded by hundreds of people that were all gathered in genial appreciation for the event, looking forward to each film, socializing with strangers that had traveled to that town for the same reasons, it energized you; you felt alive.
It wasn't until after the festival that I reflected on this, and came to realize that that feeling wasn't just accessible via Sundance, but in watching movies in general. If you let them, they can take you elsewhere, and that sort of displacement brings new breath to your own life; you gain perspective and a respite for those ninety minutes.
So I try to make at least one showing to the festivals that roll through - get a little and give a little back.
_______________
Gym Class Heroes - Cupid's Chokehold
Ending Note: The Roundup was a very well done, good movie. You should check it out.
No comments:
Post a Comment