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March 31, 2008
At AFI Dallas
So I'm walking down the red carpet this evening, facing an undue barrage of flash bulbs and wondering if I still have animal cracker crumbs all over my jacket. A friendly press concierge escorts me from reporter to reporter, to each of whom I make a valiant attempt to speak in complete sentences and not undersell my own film. Then I get to one guy, whose cameraman is obviously busy changing a battery or tape something. He glances at my badge to get my name and the title of my movie, cross-checks me with his list of interviewees, and then asks me what the film's about. I tell him, and then pause, noticing that the camera guy has actually walked away. "Keep talking," he insists, holding the microphone out to me even though its glaringly obvious that it's not actually connected to any active recording instrument. I give him a look that he pretends not to notice, and then mumble some nonsense and get the hell out of there. If being in the limelight wasn't already so exceedingly awkward, it would have been hilarious.
This festival is so fancy that I feel like it's simultaneously whitening and rotting my teeth every time I walk through the crowds. That said, James and Sarah and all the folks who're putting on this show are great. My film screened with some pretty cool shorts, and it was great to finally see Ciao on the big screen with an audience. More on that at a more appropriate time, perhaps.
I haven't edited in three days. And I need to detox.
UPDATE: Oh look, here's what it all looked like. This reporter was really nice, unlike captain-couldn't-care-less down the line.
But who are those dudes standing behind me, looking so pleased with themselves? I wish I was that well dressed.
Posted by David Lowery at March 31, 2008 2:19 AM