9.20.2006
the after party
We screened on Monday.
Dan, Alicia, Jill, Mike, Matt, John, Steph, Chuck, Megan and myself were all there. I don't have any photographic evidence, even though I was carrying my camera, because I was too busy talking to people and trying not to throw up into my hands.
Programmer Lee Anne Gillan, who was my first copyeditor at The Coast six years ago, passed me outside Park Lane and told me all the filmmakers got to say a few words. "Don't talk too long, and say something funny," she ordered.
Instead I just sucked up to the film festival, which deserves it.
Loud part screened third, after Megan and Rosemary Hanson's The Visitor, which was shot in my house in one day this June. I knew we would be next, somehow.
Sarah Harmer's "I Am Aglow" came up -- I could probably play that opening mandolin myself now, I've heard it so many times -- and I opened my eyes and Brian was walking toward me and it looked and sounded AMAZING.
Relief.
John was sitting in front of me and he laughed more than anybody when the opening car crash hit. (He made the crash.)
Milk gag: Healthy laughter.
My beloved Frisbee gag: Minimal laughter. (What is up with that?)
Chair gags: Polite laughter.
Starbucks scene: Great laughs, especially on Mike and Chuck's shared WTF look and Brian's easy-to-miss shrug.
Window scene: To me this is where things are getting particularly sad, but the sold-out Park Lane audience was laughing to kill itself. Brian staring at a brick wall is funny, but not ha-ha funny. In that moment I felt like Lucy Fernandez screening It Creeps.
Full-body oblivion: complete silence. Yay.
And two rounds of applause: one when my credit came up, the other after the credit roll.
PHEW.
Thanks to everybody who attended, laughed politely or said nice things to me.
On to the next step.
Whatever the fuck that is.
Dan, Alicia, Jill, Mike, Matt, John, Steph, Chuck, Megan and myself were all there. I don't have any photographic evidence, even though I was carrying my camera, because I was too busy talking to people and trying not to throw up into my hands.
Programmer Lee Anne Gillan, who was my first copyeditor at The Coast six years ago, passed me outside Park Lane and told me all the filmmakers got to say a few words. "Don't talk too long, and say something funny," she ordered.
Instead I just sucked up to the film festival, which deserves it.
Loud part screened third, after Megan and Rosemary Hanson's The Visitor, which was shot in my house in one day this June. I knew we would be next, somehow.
Sarah Harmer's "I Am Aglow" came up -- I could probably play that opening mandolin myself now, I've heard it so many times -- and I opened my eyes and Brian was walking toward me and it looked and sounded AMAZING.
Relief.
John was sitting in front of me and he laughed more than anybody when the opening car crash hit. (He made the crash.)
Milk gag: Healthy laughter.
My beloved Frisbee gag: Minimal laughter. (What is up with that?)
Chair gags: Polite laughter.
Starbucks scene: Great laughs, especially on Mike and Chuck's shared WTF look and Brian's easy-to-miss shrug.
Window scene: To me this is where things are getting particularly sad, but the sold-out Park Lane audience was laughing to kill itself. Brian staring at a brick wall is funny, but not ha-ha funny. In that moment I felt like Lucy Fernandez screening It Creeps.
Full-body oblivion: complete silence. Yay.
And two rounds of applause: one when my credit came up, the other after the credit roll.
PHEW.
Thanks to everybody who attended, laughed politely or said nice things to me.
On to the next step.
Whatever the fuck that is.
// posted by Tara @ 9:08 PM 
