Well, I'd just like to say that after a string of positive press, it's a genuine relief to read an ass-rippingly negative review of our film (compliments of Baltimore's City Paper). I'll paste the whole thing here, but you should click on the following link to read more reviews of festival films (Todd gets a very nice write-up, thankfully):
Cocaine Angel tells the story of down-on-his-luck Jacksonville, Fla., resident Scott (Damian Lahey, who also co-wrote), a former businessman who’s lost his job, friends, and family to drug addiction. Scott now lives in a milieu populated by dangerous and helpless characters, and while echoes of his former life resound from time to time, his hopes of reclaiming it become dimmer with each passing day. Cocaine Angel aims high but doesn’t hit its mark—director Michael Tully fails to avoid the many clichés of the genre as his movie maps out Scott’s decline. Meanwhile, Lahey turns in a rather thin performance; his unkempt appearance, nervous tics, unsteady walk, and fatalistic attitude don’t add up to anything believable and, at their worst, feel like failed attempts to be edgy, tragic, and cool. All in all, the movie has the same hollow feel as many of the low-budget Quentin Tarantino knockoffs that popped up in the mid-’90s—like we’re not seeing a real-life story here, but rather real life dubbed down from movie to movie to movie. (EAH)
All I can say is that I'm surprised it's taken so long to see something like this in print (or online, for that matter). Fortunately, I'm so detached from the whole thing that neither positive nor negative review can affect my mood. In my current attempt to rise above superfluous, pointless, and misplaced emotions, I have embarked on a project that I call "Fast Tuesday," in which I don't eat or drink anything--aside from water--from the time that I wake up until I go to sleep that night. This is only the second Tuesday that I've done it, but it's been effective so far. I'm no David Blaine, but I'm trying to humble myself in my own minor way. Of course, tonight was rather difficult as I sat in a Georgetown bar watching five friends gorge themselves on pub-style appetizers and pints of Guinness while I twiddled my thumbs with an empty stomach and a cup of water. But then again, that cup of water is a luxury and a treat and that's more than some people get in a week. Also, hunger is a good cure for whining and pining. It keeps you in the very moment, which is where one should always be.
Oh, yes, of course. As I was saying about the MFF, go here and listen to Jed Dietz, Matthew Modine, and others talk about the festival, "Full Metal Jacket," and other topics on The Marc Steiner Show:
One more day and the fun begins. I'm looking oh-so-very forward to it!