I'm knocking on wood as I write this, but how is it that I somehow broke the string of sickness that just demolished everyone in my family? It started with little Stella, then moved on to Maddie, then my dad ran spewing into the bathroom after just having bragged to me that he didn't think he'd thrown up since the army, then Karen and Eric felt the wrath, and then my mom caught it. But not yours truly. At least not yet. Though I'm a few days removed from the cycle, so I think I'm safe. I felt it about to hit me Saturday afternoon before I dipped into SYRIANA, but popcorn and some hyper-smart cinema somehow defeated the virus. Thanks, Hollywood. (And, by the way, I think SYRIANA is a really impressive achievement. I give it four stars.)
They've finally posted the translation to the COCAINE ANGEL essay on the Rotterdam site. I can't wait to meet the English scout who apparently likes "everything" but thought our film was just another no budget waste of time. Jerk. Seriously, though, it's funny to realize how close we came to missing the cut and being another 'undiscovered gem.' Ha. But it is kind of freaky. The main point is that Gertjan somehow really grasped what we were trying to do with this thing. It's a potentially subtle, underwhelming concept (like making a movie about boredom without being boring), but he really drilled it:
***At the start of the film, he may well be outside everyday life, but apparently not for very long. At the end of the film, he is still outside ordinary life, but maybe not very far. And that is what the film is all about, about the difference between not long and not far. And how great this span can be. ***
I know it sounds corny, but that paragraph is validation enough to justify our decision to embark on this project. At least for me, it is. Of course, that doesn't erase the fact that I'll probably be living at home for another year trying to pay the fucker off, but that will happen at some point. Anyway, enjoy...