Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Imagine a World Without Stories.


At the beginning of every film screening this year at Sundance, there was an image of a square that contained about 100 different miniature lights. Then a voice comes over the speakers:

“Imagine a world without stories.”

Slowly at first, the individual lights are extinguished. Then quicker, until all the lights are gone and the square has faded into complete darkness.

Wow. The first time I saw this, I stopped breathing. I badly needed to get back to Main street where they were giving away free oxygen in Trident flavors thanks to their sponsor, well, Trident. I restarted breathing after I realized I had complete control over this function and that oxygen was in fact everywhere and not only delivered in Ginseng, Mint and some orange flavor. When the unflavored oxygen moved back to my brain, I felt intensely saddened. What a depressing existence it would be without the sharing of our narratives with one another.

Books? Gone.

Films? Extinct.

Songs? Inaudible.

Conversation? Mute.

I don’t want that world and luckily, it isn’t the one I’m spinning in. This life is rich with stories and Sundance brought some amazing ones to me this year on screen, on stage, and on sidewalks and tents, standing in lines.

We all have stories to tell.

The Films.

Like Crazy. This was the first film I watched at the festival and it was outstanding. I had a problem saying it was “the best” because I had yet to see anything else.

This story captured the feelings of two people who fell in love in college but then are split by distance and try to figure out what the first love is and what it means. Is it the end all or are we able to move forward and find love in someone else? The emotion and devotion you give to that first person is raw and brilliant unlike anything else you’ll probably experience. This film captures it. Everything from the angles that the director Drake Doremus situated the camera in, to the quiet stillness in provocative scenes, and the realness of the character’s interaction and dialogue was so relatable to anyone who has ever felt this type of love.

Beautifully done. And Paramount has purchased ‘Like Crazy’ so this story will be available for you to experience as well.

Higher Ground. In retrospect, I am very much the person who believes that everything happens for a reason. And magnificent happenstance brought me to this film.

I had went to another theater hoping to see a different movie only to find out that there were no tickets available. Bummed as I was, I decided I’d go check out ‘Higher Ground’ instead as it was starting soon at another venue.

I’m so thankful choice #1 was sold out.

Vera Farmiga made her directorial debut as well as starring in this film about the wanderlust of spirituality and religion. Farmiga portrays a woman who in the midst of a miraculous event finds faith. She joins a somewhat fundamentalist church with her family and is a convincing believer. We all are well aware that circumstances as they appear to us are not always true reflections. We are not just shown her struggles of faith, but we are embraced in her journey of finding it, losing it, searching for it, longing for it, reaching for it and grasping for it.

Another Happy Day. Sam Levinson is 25 and wrote this movie 3 years ago. Granted, he has some star power in his family (his father is Barry Levinson who directed Sleepers, Rain Man, Good Morning Vietnam among many other titles) he deserves some strong kudos of the emotionally raw places he went in this film.

Levinson captures the story of a family to the highest dysfunctional degree, ridden with drug addiction, divorce, and self-mutilation (and this is only 3 of the characters). They are brought together for a wedding and these vices skyrocket. Levinson goes further than a normal "abnormal" family squabble that we may have witnessed or lived. He makes us uncomfortable in order to tell this story. And it was so important that he did.

The cast is supported by the star power of Demi Moore, Ellen Burstyn and Ellen Barkin, but they are all outshined by young Ezra Miller. Ezra, your performance was flawless. I am anticipating fantastic things for you.

Cedar Rapids. If you have been reading thus far, you may realize the heavy nature of the previous films I’ve watched. And I was feeling the abundance of these themes- relationships with lovers, a higher being and our kin. I needed some comic relief (not that there wasn’t dark humor in its finest in the previous 3). So I decided where else to get a laugh, than taking a trip with Ed Helms to Cedar Rapids.

Helms’ character, Tim Lippe, lives in a small town working for an insurance company when he is given the opportunity to go to Cedar Rapids. This is the trip he’s been waiting for. He arrives to what we would call a 2.5 star motel and thinks he’s in the Four Seasons. Oh, and then he rooms with John C. Reilly. You can see where this is headed. Did I mention they are there for an Insurance conference?

Lucky for you all, you will be able to go to Cedar Rapids come February. The director of this film Miguel Arteta also directed John C Reilly in a movie I love (and was also a Sundance film), 'The Good Girl.'

The People.

I was lucky to have two of my girlfriends travel with me to Park City, but they left on Sunday, leaving me solo until my Monday evening departure.

In our city of residence, we often find it burdensome to exchange a smile or a word with someone whom we are unfamiliar. Maybe it’s because we’re busy, we’d rather be texting someone we do know, or we just don’t find conversation necessary with someone whose ending in our story will most likely come quickly after its greeting.

At Sundance, there is this majestic wonder of a stranger. We’re brought together standing shoulder-to-shoulder in long lines to films we are dying to see (and well worth the freezing wait), smashed together in music or film houses, seated by each other on the theater shuttles and leaning on the bar next to one another waiting for a spirit to warm up in between it all.

On Sunday evening, I had tried to eat at two different restaurants but was unable to without a reservation. At my third restaurant, there was finally hope.

“Table for 1 please.”

“That’ll be about 15 minutes.”

A voice from behind me. “What if we sat together? Would you mind if we shared a table? I’m a table for 1 as well.”

Now we were a table for 2.

At first I was startled. Eat dinner with someone I had never met before? I was never a fan of blind dates. But I do like stories and I’m sure this guy had some and now I had one from this chance encounter.

Jimmy was from LA, he was in Park City for work. He works behind the scenes with the camera. He was filming interviews and red carpet events for the week. We parted ways so I could go see ‘Cedar Rapids’ but later reconnected and next thing you know, I’m in an after-party with my new friend.

Happenstance.

The Music.

Saturday evening, we had bought tickets to see the legendary Roots. I have been a fan of The Roots for years. I’ve seen them in Seattle and Portland many times. They always bring it. This was no exception and maybe even a greater experience as I watched most of the show from about 5 feet away from the stage. It was fun to share that experience with my friends who hadn't seen The Roots and one who wasn't exactly a fan (yet). It's amazing what a live performance can do to you.

I stepped into the music café on Monday expecting to just catch a peek and be on my way. I stayed for an hour and a half and a couple acts.

The first band, ‘The Low Anthem’ had 4 members who after every song, swapped instruments and positions on stage. That depth of talent amazes me for someone who can only play Heart & Soul on the piano. I was in the restroom later and the one woman of the group was waiting in line. I told her how much I enjoyed their music and the uniqueness of their talent. She chatted with me for a few minutes before I exited. They are touring with Iron & Wine this summer so if you are a fan of them, you may want to check out 'The Low Anthem.' Also, they’ll be on Leno February 3rd.

The other notable act I saw was Tim Myers. When he started playing I was overcome with familiarity. I’ve heard this guy before. Turns out, he is the voice behind my favorite Target commercials. I dug out my iPod and lo and behold, I have him on there.

Happenstance.

This film festival is nuts. Insanely nuts in the best possible way. To borrow words from ‘Feist,’ I feel it all.

The cold, the excitement, the talent. I feel in my element in the mountained walls of Park City.

I am fortunate to add Sundance 2011 to my story.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Highs and Lows


Ted Williams.

My DVR stresses me out. I don't think it has ever been anywhere near full as when it creeps up to 40%, my anxiety forces me to plant my arse down and watch a couple of shows. At this point, it's for the sheer purpose to regulate my breathing and not for the actual pleasure of enjoying my recorded programs. If I don't have the time, I then begin to randomly delete things of the least priority. You know, the things that aren't in your "normal" scheduled recordings but may have looked enticing while browsing Comcast's guide. Since I have the ability to watch everything, I sometimes find myself watching half of it. Except reality television (minus some E!)...and Tyra.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm fortunate to have DVRAnxiety.
It could be worse.

I could have real problems. While some of you that know me may argue that I do indeed have issues (sustained), my body is not invaded by cold nights, starvation and ill hygiene. I have a home, a wonderful one in fact, I eat until my tummy is delighted (and sometimes more) and enjoy a steamy shower when the heart desires.

Ted Williams didn't have this luxury. But he had a gift. A voice that only took one person's ear and generous heart to change Williams' life.

My main squeeze, Jimmy Fallon, had Ted Williams on his show the other night as I was routinely "clearing" my DVR. Who was this random guy standing next to "The Roots" taking us to commercial? I came to find during an ending segment that 2 days ago, Williams was standing on a street corner with a tattered sign of cardboard, begging for some warm food to fill his belly. And now he was on Jimmy Fallon's couch becoming teary-eyed while discussing his first voice-over spot to air this Sunday. When Jimmy asks him how he can be reached, Williams candidly begins to give his phone number, as up until Tuesday, he was homeless. He doesn't just have the luxury to reach over in his bed, grab his laptop and begin to check in on his website.

This story makes me feel lit up inside. It reminds me that there are good-hearted people out there that care and want the best for their fellow Earthly inhabitants. Happiness, just like misery, wants company as well and we should help people light up and rise whenever we can.

View here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ttdjqjbL7E

Jared Loughner.
And you, you remind me how horribly awful human beings can be to one other. And I'm mad that your name is now part of our vernacular.

You murdered a nine year old child among your victims, and that thought alone causes me to dry heave.

And for what? There is no genuine satisfaction one can receive for that, is there? Most likely you'll be clanking your leg chains down the dark abyss of a cement corridor to an ice-cold chair that will sizzle you to your death upon your sitting. I don't know if I necessarily agree with the death penalty as I believe living with the thought of never being able to enjoy a Burgerville cheeseburger and shake or driving down the highway singing the lyrics to what would be a good song without your so-called harmony, would be much more painful. Either way, I somehow want you to rot.

As for the blame on Palin: Yes, Sarah Palin is less than what I would call "smart." I think we are all clear on my feelings about the woman. However, I am also not a conspiracy theorist where I can accurately conclude that because she poorly authored some bad information and put it out to the masses, she is responsible. If you are not familiar, Palin & co. created a map that placed cross hairs (yes, that thing I'm told you see when you look into your gun to accurately place your target) on specific politicians and the state they represented.

Palin placed one of these cross hairs on Gabrielle Giffords and her state of Arizona. Giffords was shot in the head today by Loughner.
We just don't know enough yet.

What we do know is that six families lost their people today and that's where our energies should be focused. The lives of those they had to leave behind too soon will be forever shifted. My heart aches and hopes for you that you will be able to find some peace in what I imagine to be the most tragic of realities. Especially to the family of that little girl who wasn't even given a chance. No first date, no learning how to drive, no college. Nothing. Loughner, you stole this from her. I hope you never enjoy any of the freedoms that we do enjoy, contrary to what you badly articulated.