« Neil LaBute, Practical Joker? | Main | The Flowers Of St. Francis »
January 13, 2007
Saturday
Today has brought too much freezing rain for the planned exterior shoot of my in-production-short film, and has conversely made staying indoors too cozy an option to weather the highways north to Tulsa, where Some Analog Lines is unspooling at an art gallery exhibition of pocket-sized films. Incidentally, Some Analog Lines is the first movie I've made that has neither withered and died of its own accord nor succumbed to my own deprecating death blows. In fact, as of this past week, it seems that 2007 is shaping up to be frought with exhibitions and occurrences.
But about that rain. Instead of shooting those exteriors, I think I'll catch up on some at-home cinema. Open City and The Flowers Of Saint Francis arrived in the mail today; they'll mark the first Rossellini works I've seen, and after reading about that retrospective in New York and seeing the Guy Maddin-Isabella spectacular, I'm pretty excited. And then it will be on to that beautiful new edition of Pabst's Pandora's Box, whose exquisite packaging has all on it own increased the appeal of my DVD collection by about 97 percent.
Actually, I probably won't get to all three of those films because I've just now remembered that there's a deceased organism (courtsey of my favorite feline) in an oversized matchbox on my shelf that I need to photograph before its state of decay becomes odorously noticeable. Ah, nature! My favorite movie star.
I've been mulling over purchases far beyond my means lately, and dreaming of a hybrid automobile with P2 recording capability. I think self expression will win out over transportation, as it always does...
Posted by David Lowery at January 13, 2007 04:49 PM