One year ago at this time, I was settling into my new Brooklyn digs, starting another temp assignment at Muze, and having daily phone conversations with Damian about our spring plans to shoot COCAINE ANGEL. But as much as I felt a sense of assurance, that this time it was really going to happen, there was still that annoying voice reminding me that I'd been making these same types of plans since I'd graduated college, only to have them upended and distracted by the realities of day-to-day existence. But the fact that I had hit a wall with drinking and drugging and whatevering, combined with the realization that living in New York City had somehow lost its appeal, gave me the power to abandon that life completely. And so, fueled by the maniacally infectious energy of the one-and-only Damian Lahey, I found the courage to say motherfuck it and take the goddamn plunge.
One year later, here I am writing these words, five days away from the world premiere of COCAINE ANGEL at the Rotterdam Film Festival. To many of you, this might seem underwhelming. To me, it's an almost impossibly glorious dream come true. No matter what happens (and I'm not expecting anything other than a good, fun time), the fact remains that we risked everything to make a film that we could be proud of--which we somehow miraculously did. And now comes the fun part.
If you--or anyone you know--is going to be in Rotterdam this week, please let them know about our film. It is baffling to me to seriously consider the concept that absolute strangers might scan the festival programme and think, "Hmm, that looks interesting, maybe we should check that out." And so, in my skepticism about that, I'm trying to think of other ways to make people aware of our film. The typical publicity route isn't happening in this case, so all I can do is send my electronic plea into the atmosphere, and hope it spreads like a non pus-inducing virus:
Please come see COCAINE ANGEL! It'll be fun, I promise! You won't see two happier fellows than Damian and myself, and I might even buy you a drink or something. All you have to do is introduce yourself and say, "Damian and Michael, that was without a doubt the most impossibly brilliant film I have ever seen in my life." Then start bawling hysterically. That's all. And I'll buy you a drink. I promise.
Here's the link to the film's posting on the site. Tickets are available as we speak, so don't sleep...
Also, here's the link to the film's official website. Unfortunately, our webmaster has been eating finger food with Paris Hilton and shaking hands with Jay-Z and snowboarding in Vermont, so the trailer hasn't been uploaded, but it will be within the next few days, I promise...
Another impossibly cool thought to imagine is that there are those of you out there who have been reading this site since last year, when the idea was gradually becoming a reality. Whoever you are, thanks for sticking around. Hopefully you feel a connection to the film too, even if you haven't seen it and aren't directly connected to it. That invisible energy counts for a lot. I just hope you all get to see it sooner than later.
Okay, that's all for tonight. Thanks for listening. And don't worry, I'll be updating from Rotterdam as much as possible, with actual images to really three-dimensionalize the experience (thanks for the Elph, Colleen and Carol!). Until then, buh-bye...
(Oh, let me add that I finally saw THE NEW WORLD on Friday night, and while I went into it determined to be as objective and critical as possible, from the very first frame I was lifted into a heightened, spiritual realm that has yet to wear off. Are you kidding me??? That is the closest to God I have ever come, aside from this September's magical romance with The Prettiest Girl in the World and my first experience with ecstasy. Actually, combine those two, add "Pet Sounds" and "The Grapes of Wrath," and then toss in Maryland's victory over Stanford in 2001 to advance to their first Final Four. And then... I don't know... I just don't know how to explain the feeling. It really is unlike anything else I've ever experienced before. I need to see it again before I leave for Rotterdam on Wednesday, and I also need to see it again--and sit with it--before I can even begin to try to write about it. Suffice to say, I think it's one of the greatest spiritual and artistic statements in the history of human existence. I truly mean that.)