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AFF 2007: Ornamental Spaghetti Edition
Oct. 11th, 2007 04:22 pmI am sitting in the lobby of the fabulous Driskill Hotel, feeling a little like Bob Hoskins in Mona Lisa, only there's no high-class whore involved, or Michael Caine, and in fact despite my recent cupcake binge I bear no resemblance to Bob Hoskins. But I'm a Hoskins-esque smidge out of place, and Neil Jordan would be a decent bet to direct a movie about my life, so the analogy is not entirely preposterous. One day I hope to actually stay in this hotel instead of loitering in the lobby like 130 pounds of insousciant, pixieish, perky...um, Bob Hoskins.
Polite of you not to ask what the other 40 pounds are doing. Thanks much.
So far, so good. Nice day. Warm. Freezing cold in the hotel, as if the Driskill A/C is single-handedly trying to defeat global warming. Film Types everywhere. And I do mean types. There's a certain reductive value when you've been to a lot of these things; you can learn to spot who's who without a guidebook. The slick, manic, manicured intensity of the agent, the sport-casual producer, the disheveled anonymity of the Successful Writer, the up-and-comers who all seem to look like Beck, the distressingly callow, calculating ambition of the Recent Film School Graduate-Slash-MBA Who Loves "The Godfather" Series and Everything Scorsese Ever Did And Also "Memento". Many, many of those guys.
And of course, the fatally flawed, slightly past-her-prime gal-with-a-past trying to make good. There's one in every crowd. So I'm told.
I love "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore". And "The Conversation". Get off my back, mob movie fans.
Interesting meeting with Nicholas Kazan, which was fun. "The art is in what you withhold," says Nicholas Kazan. Must not have been much art in my last script since I didn't withhold anything. He had lots of valuable tips like that.
I'm off to a welcome party in a minute. There's an overnight "grown-up" party which I may or may not attend since I was sinking before the ship left port. But we'll see. I love Austin and I'm glad to be back here, but so far I've been too tired to make any friends at the festival. But I shall gather myself up and get back in the ring momentarily.
Polite of you not to ask what the other 40 pounds are doing. Thanks much.
So far, so good. Nice day. Warm. Freezing cold in the hotel, as if the Driskill A/C is single-handedly trying to defeat global warming. Film Types everywhere. And I do mean types. There's a certain reductive value when you've been to a lot of these things; you can learn to spot who's who without a guidebook. The slick, manic, manicured intensity of the agent, the sport-casual producer, the disheveled anonymity of the Successful Writer, the up-and-comers who all seem to look like Beck, the distressingly callow, calculating ambition of the Recent Film School Graduate-Slash-MBA Who Loves "The Godfather" Series and Everything Scorsese Ever Did And Also "Memento". Many, many of those guys.
And of course, the fatally flawed, slightly past-her-prime gal-with-a-past trying to make good. There's one in every crowd. So I'm told.
I love "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore". And "The Conversation". Get off my back, mob movie fans.
Interesting meeting with Nicholas Kazan, which was fun. "The art is in what you withhold," says Nicholas Kazan. Must not have been much art in my last script since I didn't withhold anything. He had lots of valuable tips like that.
I'm off to a welcome party in a minute. There's an overnight "grown-up" party which I may or may not attend since I was sinking before the ship left port. But we'll see. I love Austin and I'm glad to be back here, but so far I've been too tired to make any friends at the festival. But I shall gather myself up and get back in the ring momentarily.
