The Dances With Films festival is halfway done and I've made serious strides in getting my money's worth out of the experience. And since I have a pass that I didn't have to pay for, I think that means I'm earning money for every movie that I go to. That's how that works, right?
I've been hitting up mad 9:30pm screenings. I watched the Taxi-Driver-on-prom-night-homage "Soledad" on Sunday, the satisfyingly-existential-portrait-of-human-goodness "Echo Lake" on Tuesday, and plan to watch a biting-my-widdle-toenails-off-suspense-thriller "The Break-In" tonight. This is the tits, you guys!
I love having this big old program packed with indie films that I can basically whip out at any point in the day and decide whether I want to see what's playing. It's like live Netflix. Or a TV that you have to take the Metro to, but it's cool because there's plush seating and surround sound once you get there.
Things have been loud-quiet-loud on the next project front. I hate myself for saying this, but I'm "in-talks" with about 4 different projects simultaneously. The beautiful thing is if this all works out the way it does in my utopian alternative reality where hangnails don't exist and canned tuna is illegal, there will be no schedule conflicts and I can do them all! ALL! Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahwhy are we laughing?
In the meantime, not much else to report, other that a royal load of inspiration. I've had a major flux in the number of movies watched and scripts read in a week, and seeing other peoples' scripts and movies has made me feel more confident in my ability to make my own. I don't know if the root of that feeling is inspiration or sheer arrogance. It feels like arrogance. Let's say it's inspiration. Either way, I want to effing MAKE something! My artsy synapses be scheming like