Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Boston Independent Film Festival

The Boston IFF was this past weekend, and I saw 5 films this year. Three were good, two were bad. My new theory is that indie films that star well known actors should be skipped in favor of ones starring nobodies, directed by nobodies or obscure somebodies. That is my new theory. My friend Nancy volunteered (as she has for the past several years) and her account of volunteering makes me want to do so next year too. You work two shifts, then you get to see as many films as you want, and you also get to go to two of the parties for free. Pretty sweet.

Below is a list of what movies I saw. Ballast/Twelve/Encoutners at the End of the World were all really great, and worth seeing. Stuck and The Tracey Fragments were a waste of money and time. I actually left The Tracey Fragments half way into it, because it was stupid and gave me a headache. The highlight of the whole thing was listening to Lance Hammer, director of Ballast, speak. He was so down to earth and kept giving the actors full credit for how great the movie came out. He said he wrote the film around the location (The Mississippi Delta) after having driven through it in the dead of winter. So if you ever see that on DVD, it's worth looking to see if there is any director commentary.

Also, I had really wanted to go see Eleven Minutes, a documentary on Jay McCarroll, who won Project Runway season 1. I found out that he was there at the screening! I am kicking myself. I heard from a friend who was there that he was as entertaining as he was on the show. Grrr. Kicking myself for not seeing it. And there was a documentary called Very Young Girls that I wish I saw, but I will probably just netflix it.

Note: All blurbs below are from the IFF website.






Ballast


Winner of the Best Directing and Best Cinematography Awards for a Narrative Feature at Sundance Film Festival 2008

With this contemplative debut, writer/director Lance Hammer crafts a quietly devastating portrait of family relationships that feels utterly real and complex, free from the pretensions and privilege that have marred many dysfunctional-family indies of the past decade. The three leads-their achievement made even more impressive by the fact that none have acted before-subtly and naturally explore a richly layered emotional landscape that reverberates though the brittle terrain and harsh light of the rural Mississippi Delta winter in which the film is set. Allowing the characters' histories to unfold at an unhurried pace, Hammer offers the viewer an intimate, soundtrack-free atmosphere where silences and gestures speak volumes about sorrow and disconnection.

Quiet, sensitive Lawrence is grappling with the profound loss of his twin brother, who has committed suicide on the property they shared since childhood. Meanwhile, single mother Marlee struggles to make ends meet by scrubbing toilets for a living. Her 12 year-old son, James, innocently laughs at cartoons over his morning cereal one moment before sneaking off to rendezvous with drug dealers the next. Dealing with his powerlessness in the only way he knows how, James soon finds himself overwhelmed and crashes into Lawrence's life, causing old wounds to resurface and forcing the adults in his life to revisit former battlegrounds. Whether these three characters will destroy or heal each other depends upon a delicate navigation of new territory that threatens to shift under their feet at any miscalculated turn.






Stuck


Brandi (Mena Suvari) is a hard-working nursing assistant at a senior citizen facility who pleases her elderly patients and her tough boss alike. Tom (Stephen Rea) is a downtrodden guy whose run of bad luck has forced him onto the streets. When the worlds of these two average people collide in a hit-and-run accident, the circumstances push them far beyond the limits of everyday experience and unleash extraordinary aspects of their personalities: for one of them, this means plumbing the depths of the human will to survive; for the other, it means testing how far someone will go to maintain the appearance of normality.

With this gory thriller, director Stuart Gordon-the mind behind David Mamet's harrowing EDMOND (IFFBoston 2006) and the cult-classic horror films RE-ANIMATOR and FROM BEYOND-delivers a new journey into the monstrous psyches of regular people. This film is not for the faint-hearted, as Gordon never flinches from inventing cringe-worthy images of the bodily grotesque that are sure to have the audience squirming and giggling in their seats. Yet what may be the most horrifying aspect of the story-especially considering it is based on a true incident-is what it reveals about the powerlessness of underprivileged groups and the virulent self-centeredness that plagues modern society.






Twelve


This eclectic but unified collection of short stories forms both a love letter both to Boston and an impressive showcase for the area's burgeoning indie filmmaking scene. Executive producer Scott Masterson conceived an experimental collaborative project in which each film is written and directed by a different filmmaker, while all of the artists were required to contribute in some way to every other short in the project. Knowing cohesion would allow the project to shine, he devised a simple but inspired theme: each of the twelve films represents a month of the year and was shot entirely in that month. The directors simply had to capture the spirit of their month however they wished.

The result is a smorgasbord of different genres: comedy, drama, ghost story, crime melodrama, documentary, and even-quite unexpectedly-musical. Together we meet a robot-sport inventor, a young woman obsessed with following a stranger, several beekeepers, and a man who hasn't slept in two years. What holds these variety of visions together is its local flavor: TWELVE guides us from famous sightseeing spots to familiar neighborhoods, beckoning us into Boston's bookstores, bars, and candlepin bowling alleys, leading us along the Charles and down Mass Ave. Part of the fun lies in spotting the different ways each filmmaker incorporates a particular Public Garden tree and in recognizing characters from one film when they pop up in another. It is this combination of individual creation and collaborative inventiveness that makes this film both unique in itself and distinctively Bostonian.






The Tracey Fragments


If Tracey Berkowitz (Ellen Page) is just a self-described "normal 15-year-old girl", how did she wind up sitting on the back of a bus, wearing nothing but a ragged shower curtain, looking for her lost little brother Sonny (who thinks he's a dog)? Well, her life is fraught with dysfunction from her parents, her shrink (the peculiar, androgynous Dr. Heker), her more popular classmates (who ostracize Tracey, cruelly referring to her as "It") and most of all, her obsessive crush Billy Zero, the dreamy, elusive new boy in school.

Adapted from Maureen Medved's novel, the film takes its title literally. It eschews a traditional linear narrative in favor of an audacious sound-and-vision collage with the screen continually split up into fragments. Instead of falling into a set pattern throughout, the fragments (which range from two to twenty at any given moment) appear, scatter and overlap in a seemingly infinite number of configurations. The fluid, jagged editing rhythms result in illusory tricks, often leaving the viewer wondering how or if a certain fragment is related to another. Fortunately, the style and story mesh perfectly; not only do we see many perspectives onscreen simultaneously but we also get a vivid sense how Tracey's reality and fantasy tend to blur (out of nowhere, a heavily stylized credits sequence appears for Tracey's own movie about her life). Featuring an effectively atmospheric score by Broken Social Scene, the film establishes a new creative standard for what one can accomplish with digital video.






Encounters at the End of the World


For the most part, Werner Herzog's films draw upon the same underlying elements: outsider protagonists battling against Nature or society, strange zealots whose unwavering determination and need to conquer ultimately destroys them. These characters are seduced and then destroyed by Nature: Timothy Treadwell is devoured by the creatures he is closest to in GRIZZLY MAN; Aguirre's titular conquistador is descended upon by monkeys and swept away in the current of the river he set out to claim.

Herzog's newest film, ENCOUNTERS AT THE END OF THE WORLD, offers a reinterpretation of these themes. As suggested by its title, the film documents Antarctica and its unusual creatures, people, and places. Set at the U.S. operated McMurdo Station on Ross Island, the film visits scientific research facilities and natural landscapes to capture the continent's majestic and otherworldly beauty. While the overwhelming visuals dominate every frame, it is the interactions with the characters that color these encounters. Whether they are zoologists, Antarctic divers, philosophers or plumbers, the same idiosyncratic eccentrics that characterize Herzog's narrative feature films gravitate toward him here.

Though the film is almost eschatological, Herzog narrates and interviews subjects in his typically jocular manner. The scientists and field experts featured are utterly engaging - one can observe how this South Pole commune of real-life Fitzcarraldos and Kaspar Hausers provides an infinitely fascinating study for a director who is obsessed with obsession, the insane, and the concept of the "other." ENCOUNTERS AT THE END OF THE WORLD is a perfect meditation on Herzog's haunting themes.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Our 48 hour film project, 2008


We didn't make 'best of', and I want to flip tables. I want to punch the judges in the face. Clearly, I don't deal well with rejection.

Regardless, I really like how our film came out. I shot it, and am superproud of the visuals. Also, the movie theatre at the end is the same one where the films were screened. Guess who came up with that idea? ME!

chewy coconut cookies


(photo courtesy of allrecipes.com)


I made these last night, and they are definitely one of the best cookie recipes I've ever come across. Packed with flavor and incredibly chewy, they were super easy, too. I had never tried allrecipes before, but now I"m sort of intrigued. I think I will be exploring the recipes there more, in the near future.

Chewy Coconut Cookies

INGREDIENTS

* 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
* 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/4 teaspoon salt
* 1/2 cup butter
* 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
* 1/2 cup white sugar
* 1 egg
* 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
* 1 1/3 cups flaked coconut

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C.) Combine the flour, baking soda, and salt; set aside.
2. In a medium bowl, cream the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar until smooth. Beat in the egg and vanilla until light and fluffy. Gradually blend in the flour mixture, then mix in the coconut. Drop dough by teaspoonfuls onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Cookies should be about 3 inches apart.
3. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven, or until lightly toasted. Cool on wire racks. (NOTE: I baked mine until lightly toasted, about 14 minutes.)

Try it now!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

four stories



Tonight I met up with Mary and Elana at the Enormous room, an awesome Morocco-inspired bar tucked away on the second floor of Mass Ave in Central Square. The place was so cozy, with exposed brick walls, funky lights and low, soft seating strewn about the space. We went for a series called four stories. Described as 'the city's hippest reading series', four stories features 4 different writers reading from their works on a particular theme. This month was female travel writing, and the stories were all by authors featured in Best Women Travel Writing: 2008. The stories were interesting: One more so than the others, but hey--it was free. The series goes on once a month in Cambridge and once am once a month in Osaka/Tokyo.

Here is a link to the mp3s from past events, in case you feel like listening to some excerpts.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Ravit and Ted's saucy reno

On top of getting married this winter, Ted and Ravit took on a HUGE renovation project, transforming Ted's Somerville bachelor pad into something...worthy of Ravit. She had high standards, after living in our gorgeously renovated house. The outcome was fantastically funky. The living room and bedroom weren't set up when I was taking pictures, so I've only got the kitchen, bath and entry room to share. Enjoy!



The main entry/sitting area



Clever use of space for a bar



If you only knew how the old bathroom looked...



I absolutely love their tile choice



Overview of the kitchen



Funky little breakfast nook



I *love* their choice of patterns



Marimekko! And Ted's fab cookbook collection



And finally, the amazing walnut bread we had that night. Mmmm.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Black Grace



Tonight I went to a (free! I am lucky to have friends in high places!) performance by a New Zealand dance troupe, performing at the Tsai Center at Boston University. It was mindblowing. I was most awestruck by the Minoi dances, which are a fusion of Western Contemporary dance with traditional Somoan Fa'ataupati dance. Fa'ataupati means "slap dance", and it was amazing how the slapping of hands on chests and feet on floor can make such an amazing musical dance.

The show has sadly already passed through Southern California and Tennessee, but it has yet to go to Washington D.C. My trusty sitemeter tells me that there is a reader of my silly blog in D.C. who I of course think should go see Black Grace, too. It will move you. Plus hot kiwis, not shirts. Plus, hot kiwis, tighty-whiteys.

(*Please Note: The video really doesn't do it any justice.)

2008 North America Tour

Palm Desert, CA, McCallum Theater for the Performing Arts
March 25
www.mccallumtheatre.com

Aspen, CO, Aspen District Theater
March 28 - 29
www.aspenballet.com

Santa Fe, NM, The Lensic Theater
April 1
www.lensic.com

Seattle, WA, Meany Hall, University of Washington
April 3 - 5
www.meany.org

Nashville, TN, Ingram Theater, Vanderbilt University
April 9
www.vanderbilt.edu/blair

Fort Wayne, IN, Arts United Center
April 12
www.fwdc.org

Ottawa, Canada, National Arts Center
April 15
www.nac-cna.ca

Boston, MA, Tsai Center
April 17 - 18
www.celebrityseries.org

Norfolk, VA, Virginia Arts Festival
April 22
www.virginiaartsfest.com

Washington, DC, Kennedy Center for Performing Arts
April 25 - 26
www.kennedy-center.org

Toronto, Canada, Habourfront Centre
April 30 - May 4
www.harbourfront.on.ca

Thursday, April 17, 2008

April is National Grilled Cheese Month



And it's quite appropriate, since Grilled Cheese was the first thing I was able to eat after my my bout with the stomach flu this past week. It also seems like the only thing I want to eat, still. KCRW's Good Food just did a story on National Grilled Cheese Month and focussed on this bakery/cafe in LA called Clementine. They go all out for National Grilled Cheese month, serving up an array of grilled cheese sandwiches, complete with a ballot for you to vote for your favorite. If I lived in LA, I'd be there in a heartbeat. I think someone needs to go and tell me how it is. And I think that someone is named TINA PAREDES

I'm attaching the ballot to the "melt the vote" race, because it's supercute.





Sunday, April 06, 2008

48 hour film, 2008



We just shot our 48 film for this years festival all day yesterday. We had a better location, better actors, and a stronger team this year. I talked to Todd today to see how it was going with the editing, and he said it looked really good. I'm excited. It's fun to be a part of something like this.

For those who don't know, the 48 hour film project is a film competition where different teams in various cities around the world compete with other teams in the same city to see who can make the best short film in a mere 48 hours. You draw a genre on Friday evening and find out the name of a character, a line of dialogue and a prop that needs to be incorporated in your film, to ensure you shot it that weekend. Genres vary team to team, but the prop, line, and character are repeated in every film. That makes it really entertaining to go the screenings, to see all the creative (and sometimes not so creative) ways the required elements are used.

Here are this year's requirements:

Character: Reginald or Regina H. Higginbotham, Diplomat
Prop: A receipt
Line: "This could get complicated."

Our film is showing at Kendall Square Cinema on the very first night of screenings, Tuesday 4/8 at 9:30 p.m., if you feel like checking it out. We will also post it on youtube, once it has screened.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

guerrilla gardening



When I was young, I used to play on the bridal path pictured above. It travels deep into the woods, and up until a year ago it was framed by lush, beautiful trees and undergrowth. We’d ride our bikes or walk down it and some days we’d go to the horse farm that is adjacent to the path. The owners of the horses would leave brushes out in the barn, so we could quietly slip in and groom the horses when we felt like it. Other times, we’d travel further down the path to the creek, and crawl down amid skunk cabbage and pretend we were out in the wild, rather than in the woods behind our neighborhood. It was especially fun to do this on drizzly, rainy days.

The last time I went down there was about a year ago with my niece Mailee. It was one of those drizzly, rainy days and we had fun jumping over puddles, or skirting them by walking on the very edge of the path, between the puddles and the trees. We crawled down into the lush, overgrown creek and picked skunk cabbage to bring back to my mom, Mailee’s Mimi.

Then last summer, the telephone company came along and decided they had the right to clear away all the trees and growth around the telephone poles along the path. What was left was a barren, sad skeleton of the bridal path of my childhood. My dad got mad and wrote letters and made phone calls, in an attempt to express what that bridal path was for the neighborhood—a unique place for kids to play and adults to go for long, quiet, walks in the woods. My mom had a different approach. Creative thinker that she is, she ordered a bulk of mixed wild flower seeds. And then this weekend, she, mailee and I went for a long walk down the bridal path, spreading these wild flower seeds along the lifeless border of the path. When we told Mailee, who is eight, why the trees and plants were all cut down, she made extra effort to sprinkle lots of seeds around each telephone pole we encountered. I love my little activist.

I plan to go back about once a month to check to see what is growing. Hopefully we were successful in bringing life back to that very special place.

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