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January 4, 2005

All right, I'm back home (but not for long) for the first post of 2005. The weather here in Dallas is unpleasantly balmy. The plane touched down, I went home, sorted through my mail (mainly the last few Academy screeners) and went for a long, purgative run. 24 hours ago, I took a midnight stroll across a mist drenched Brooklyn bridge, and now back to this routine. Which actually isn't bad at all, but I'll get to that momentarily.

Jumping back a few days, on New Years' morning, we went to the beach at Coney Island and ran into the waves. The water felt like knives. It was glorious.

Aside from The Lovely Bones, I bought and read Dead Man (BFI Modern Classics) by Jonathan Rosenbaum and Magic Lantern by Ingmar Bermgan (I also bought a collection of his screenplays, but haven't delved into them yet). I only made twenty pages or so of headway in the book I brought along, Graham Greene's The Shipwrecked, but other items that kept me occupied on the roughly two hours spent daily on subways include this interview with Art Spielgman at the Onion A.V. Club and the best-of-stuff in The Village Voice (fairly beautiful cover on that issue, I might add -- Criterion, take note for when you manage to get the rights to the rest of Linklater's oveure).

I spent a lot of time in the company of my brother Daniel, who goes to school in New Jersey and is a fairly successful celtic musician in Manhattan. He's two years younger than me, but somewhere around the time he turned sixteen and I eighteen, our ages were somehow transposed, with the distance in both age and common ground growing evermore ever since. But he watched Deadroom last time he was in Dallas, and I went to one of his performances in a pub the other night, and somewhere in the middle of all that he loved The Life Aquatic (which most of my family has seen now) almost as much as me. It was good spending time with him, and I look forward to hiring him someday when I need some traditional Irish music for the score for Henry Lee.

On the train with one of my siblings/partners in crime, Mary Margaret Lowery

And now for the chronology of my moviegoing over the past two weeks.



Highlights included all the retrospectives, especially seeing the brand new, completely flawless 70mm print of Playtime; realizing that, unlike In Praise Of Love, I completely got Godard's Notre Musique; seeing the Maddin shorts, which were insane; getting a personalized drawing from Bill Plympton) after the screening of his short; walking out of the theater into a snowfall; running from the MoMA uptown to the Film Forum downtown and being engaged in sudden and nonstop conversation with a fellow filmgoer for quite a few blocks in between.

Oh, and seeing the Griffith short and Two Tars (a classic Laurel and Hardy picture), silents both, projected in 35mm with live accompaniment from an oustanding pianist. They preceeded the screening of the Renoir film, which, along with the rest of the shorts, filled my evening last night; all four hours in that darkened theater left me so charged and excited that I actually couldn't wait to get home to get back to my own work. To begin serious work on my stop motion short. To further consider a short art film I suddenly conceived of in its entirety in the space of one transition during A Tale Of Two Sisters. To type up the things I've written. To finish the script with James. To prepare Deadroom for its big premiere. To make travel arrangements to Berlin (which may actually entail a stop back in NYC on the way or way back). So many things to do; starting tonight, with a great many e-mails that need written and, of course, perhaps not so pressing but necessary nonetheless, this post. Time to go to work.

Also, in light of all this tragedy in the world, forgive me if it seems shallow of me for narrowing my scope to acknowledge only one individual passing...

R.I.P. Will Eisner

Posted by David Lowery at January 4, 2005 11:50 PM


I'm sorry you had to leave NYC but goddamn it's good to have you back. You were missed my friend. Your spirit of heightened work ethic will be matched by me. I'm ready!

Posted by: jmj at January 5, 2005 9:10 AM

What'd you think of IN THE REALMS OF THE UNREAL?

Posted by: Moriarty at January 6, 2005 2:43 AM

It's effin' amazing. After seeing it, I saw a few more films at the Film Forum (where it was playing), and they kept showing the trailer, which made me want to go see it again. I've always fondly remembered Jessica Yu's Oscar acceptance speech, and it's wonderful to finally see her name back in the spotlights, and on such a wonderful documentary.

Posted by: Ghostboy at January 6, 2005 9:29 AM