Ain't no party like a U.S. Consulate party
Yesterday I joined a group of fellow filmmakers at the U.S. Consulate. It was a collection of six very different films represented by six disparate directors, yet all of us with the same struggles.
Many thanks to Zach Clark, Robert Byington, Kyle Patrick Alvarez, Davey Frankel and Rasselas Lakew for sharing your wisdom and idiosyncratic oddities with me. We’re like The Breakfast Club for neurotic indie directors.
By the evening, the formality of the Q&A was dissolved completely when we all found ourselves gathering at Zach Clark’s screening of Modern Love is Automatic. If you haven’t seen it yet, there’s another screening Saturday at 22:45 Filmhouse 1. I highly recommend it.
With great skill, Zach reveals the journey of two women on opposite paths. Rather it’s Adrian’s fanatically enthusiastic pursuit of her impossible dreams or the malignant weight of Lorraine’s apathy, his camera is unflinching. We’re left questioning which course is more wrought with pain. I have my opinion, but I don’t want to give too much away.
For those who survive the epileptic seizure brought on by the main titles, you will be treated to a subtle and captivating tour de force by Melodie Sisk. Without a doubt, she gives the breakout performance
of the festival.
One of these days, I intend to be in bed before the sun comes up. Not as easy as you would think in this country.