By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully April 27, 2007 at 6:20AM
Yesterday brought many more new arrivals to Boston, and by that I mean many familiar faces. Seriously, I'm seeing these filmmaker people more than my real friends and actual family. Fortunately, I like them all very much. In fact, I don't think these people are just festival friends anymore. By golly, I think they're actual-factual real friends. More good times to come today, tomorrow, and beyond.
I spent the morning walking through the rain to pick up a Beta SP dub for our next festival appearance (the mighty Maryland Film Festival in Bal'more next weekend!). It's funny, but last night, while bowling, I was talking to a few different filmmakers and they all kept mentioning this thing called a 'producer,' which sounds like a really interesting concept. Apparently, a 'producer' is someone who takes care of a lot of the broader, less creative aspects of the filmmaking process, such as submitting screeners to festivals, coordinating outputs and dubs of master prints, and even going so far as to mail those tapes to festivals. I went to film school and have been peripherally connected to the film industry for many years, but this is the first time I've heard of such a person. I thought it was up to the filmmaker to do every single thing involved with the film, from making it, to making buttons, to writing press releases, to burning DVDs and mailing them out, to making sure the tapes get to the screenings on time, and on and on and on. When I return to normalcy after this latest festival run, I'm going to read up on this whole 'producer' thing and see what I can come up with. I might even try to find one of my very own before I quit this silly business once and for all.
Boston shuts the fiznuck down at about 1am, which is strange. Last night, there was a roaming crowd of confused filmmakers wondering where to go and what to do. I have a feeling tonight is going to be different.
The lineup here is really great, and I've made it a point to finally see some films that I've missed along the way recently (DAY NIGHT DAY NIGHT, THE KING OF KONG, THE PROTAGONIST, etc.). It's rainy and yucky today, so the thought of disappearing inside a theatre is even more appealing. But first, it's off to Crossroads, the pub where Richard Yates spent most of his time during his stint in Boston. I didn't make it there yesterday, but it's about to go down now. I'm excited.