First, the bad:
Bugger.
The e-mail then goes on with their formal apology and so-and-so's. Ah, well. I kinda expected this, to be honest. I always knew Seattle would be a long shot but I was really hoping for it. It's the biggest film festival in the States and I kept thinking about how cool it would be to go to Seattle to check out my film on the big screen.
At least they sent me an e-mail to tell me I wasn't in. Closure...
Then, the good:
Wow. Singapore International Film Festival says no (well, more likeignores my entry), Seattle International Film Festival says no and I get an e-mail from the Stockholm International Film Festival.
Three S.I.F.F.'s in a row. Third time lucky, I suppose.
And in case you're wondering how this happened, I've got Amir Muhammad to thank for that. He passed my e-mail to them, which I think is the coolest thing ever. In comparison to the independent music scene here, the filmmaking scene appears to be a lot more... what's the word... friendly? More community-like?
I dunno. But dig this: I've never said more than three or four words to James Lee, he e-mails me a huge e-mail on ways to go about getting my movie on screen. I've met Amir Muhammad only in passing, never really having a conversation, and this is the second time the dude's given me an opening to get my immature films on screen (the first being 'Shortcuts'). I've hung out with [name censored to preserve his on-line annonymity] only a couple of times and he hooks me up with GSC.
These guys are helping others out in the scene without even knowing them too well. Compare that to the music scene where, sorry to say, a lot more backstabbing and cocksmoking goes on.
Then again, I could be wrong. If I don't write about how my back aches from knife wounds and my mouth tastes of salty balls and semen a year from now, I guess it's safe to say the local indie movie scene is a lot nicer and helpful.
(Not that I'd ever turn my back away from the music scene. You're prying this guitar off my cold, dead hands!)
And now, the show-off: Another write-up for Ciplak came out over the weekend, this time in the New Straits Times on Sunday (or do I use the 'Sunday Times' name when referring to their output on this day of the week?) which I'll upload soon. My old CD from Grey also sent over an mpeg of the last thing I worked on, a TVC for a kids drink which looks pretty much like how I imagined it to be.
And the studio is going swimmingly. We're now onto the duller part of the job: accounts. Bleurgh...
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