I'd like to send out a humble, heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone who showed up at The Pioneer last night for the big first screening of CA. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside (the good kind, not the "I just dropped yellow all over my leg" kind) to look out and see so many genuinely good friends showing their support. A special medal of honor goes to Jesse Sweet, who watched the film a week ago to write a review for The L Magazine yet sat through it again last night. When the new "African American Lives" comes out on DVD, I promise to watch it four times in a row, Jesse.
Reading legitimate reviews of the film has been ridiculously fun. It's like the overriding point of Tony Kaye's LAKE OF FIRE (more on that later). I read one review and think, "Yeah, I see that," then I read another one and say, "Good point," then I read another one and think, "That makes sense." And I'm not just talking about the positive reviews. The negative ones--especially the hilariously brutal ones--have a ton of truth to them. Thankfully, the positive ones ring true as well. The main point is that none of this stuff is true yet all of it is true at the very same time. We're simply enjoying being treated like a real movie--which we ARE, goddamn it!
I have to once again thank Ray Privett for giving us this latest burst of life. If it weren't for Ray, none of this would have happened. To wake up, go to the newsstand, buy a New York Times, open it up, and read an incredibly thoughtful review of your tiny little movie... it's a magical thing. Without Ray, we wouldn't know what that feels like. So thank you, Ray.
I encourage all of you to support COCAINE ANGEL at The Pioneer over the course of the next six days, not even for our sake, but for Ray's, who is giving films like ours the opportunity to play with the big boys.
Thanks again, everyone. I love you guys!