September 19, 2008
Shooting Myself In The Foot and other adventures with IFP
Today is an absolutely beautiful fall day; the sort that makes me love being in New York just twelve short hours after feeling entirely sick of it. And now I've learned that I'll be leaving just in time to miss the screenings of Bela Tarr's The Man From London and, even worse, Silent Light at MoMA next week. Alas! I've been plagued with bad timing lately.
Meanwhile: I've written, in a mild shade of purple, a brief chronicle of my plunge (sort of) into Independent Film Week:
So what exactly goes on at Independent Film Week? Let me avoid answering this question by noting that, in asking a filmmaker to cover the event, my editors here have perhaps unknowingly run the risk of entrusting their coverage to someone whose approach to the business of motion pictures might be described by some as self-sabotage; someone who might actively avoid taking meetings or even talking about his film; someone who might, on a whim and for reasons entirely unrelated, decide he needs to give up coffee one day into the week and thereby incapacitate himself with severe caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Someone who may, indeed, spend the entire first day of Independent Film Week off in Brooklyn making an independent film.
Read the rest of it over at Hammer To Nail.
Posted by David Lowery at September 19, 2008 11:01 AM