Can you tell I've got nostalgic for my work in filmmaking?
In rainy Portsmouth yesterday, after a quick sidewalk chat with my friend the filmmaker, I hastened to the Music Hall Box Office to pick up my ticket. And there I found the official red carpet.
It had evidently been used Thursday night, when my friend's film was featured on the Music Hall's big screen. I wanted to attend that showing, and the after-party, but I had a conflict--moderating the Diocesan Council meeting.
In case you need to know, or didn't guess, the official garb for a film festival is basic black. That's what I was wearing, along with everybody else!
A good crowd turned up for the screening, which took place in the lower level of a restaurant/club. Good in size, and good in responsiveness to the works. It was a double bill--a 17-minute feature came first.
I'm biased, of course, but I thought my friend's documentary was extremely well done. I knew a lot about it, the story of how it came into being was familiar. Sean was still filming his subject, the Jesus Guy, an itinerant street preacher who dresses in a white robe like Jesus, when we worked together producing an informational film. But it's so exciting to see the result, and during the Q&A afterwards we heard how it's being received at other festivals around the country. And what the Jesus Guy thought when he attended the premiere. I'm still astonished at how Sean shot about 70 hours' worth of film to create his 66-minute documentary. Editing was always one of my favourite aspects of creating (with novels, also), but that's a lot of material to assess, to arrange--to discard.
The rain is gone now, the air is crsip, the trees are bright. Alas, I had to spend the morning and early afternoon at a political summit where we strategised for Campaign '08. I've only served half my term, and I'm supposed to be planning for re-election?
Can I finish writing my novel first?
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