#Filmmaker Q&A

[mechanichuntsman]

some small comparison

(they're not all accurate and some may be missing some stuff because I have enough/am too tired + this old and I just finished it recently)

bedroom

living room

kitchen

[kev-doso]

5/90 - Q&A ⁉️

[florasletter]

Q: I wanted to ask, Dunkirk is very unfamiliar typically to most american audiences, and I was wondering what that conversation was like with W.B. when you say like "yeah i wanna make this big film about something most americans have never heard of.

The Film Society of Lincoln Center “Dunkirk” Q&A with Christopher Nolan | source

[furiousfinnstan]

videos essays ive been thinking™ abt for a moment: 

gays in cinema:the politics of aesthetics-vibration cinema

real eyes realize the reel lies of realism-vibration cinema

captain america 3 should not have been civil war. yes i’m still mad-sunfortune

legacy, chronicle & every other reimagining of the craft-yhara zayd

girls who don't exist: ex Machina and madoka magica-radha

can we kill the final girl trope already?-cherry bepsi

why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time-sideways

[blackcatfilmprod]

Hollywood Arrives to the Gold Coast. This month we attended a festival event organised by Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts (AACTA) and Home of the Arts. Special panel events where different filmmakers & writers come and talk about their filmmaking journey in the industry & how they got to where they are today.

[emilyschooley]

Recently, I chatted with Hamish Downie of Two Gay Geeks about my short experimental film "fuck" screening as part of the Raising Awareness programming block at the Gilbert Baker Film Festival. Check out the interview, and be sure to grab an all-access pass to experience everything that the festival has to offer!

[cold-earth-connection]

Very tedious hide session right now, hellavua long day. Any questions about how we film Planet Earth etc to keep me sane for the next few hours?

[rickyvalero]

Finn Wolfhard talks role in Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio during Post Screening of the film.

Finn Wolfhard talks role in Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio during Post Screening of the film.

I caught Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio at the 2022 AFI Film Festival. I can’t recommend checking out the film enough on the biggest screen if you can when it is released in theaters on November 18. Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio tells the story of a father’s wish magically bring a wooden boy to life in Italy, giving him a chance to care for the child. The film was written by del Toro and…

[cinemajunkie70]

We do not produce great men like Larry Cohen anymore and we are the poorer for it. The summer of 96, I rented a lot of his movies. I was 15 and they made a vivid impression on me. Especially Q: The Winged Serpent!!! Please help me wish a very happy birthday to one of the best to ever do it, Larry Cohen!!

[motherearthday]

Hopeful stories of heroes among us that are defying the odds to heal the planet with regenerative practices.

Gather your friends and family to watch the extended Earth Day edition of the film, including Q&A discussion featuring filmmakers, narrators, and special guests. You will experience the hard truths about our food systems, and walk away with tangible solutions after seeing the profound and hopeful stories of heroes among us that are defying the odds to heal the planet with regenerative practices, one acre at a time!

[lyricalopposition]

Re-Entrification: Documentary Screening | Presented by BraveMaker

With lyrical poetry, this film tells the story of residents displaced from their homes due to the Bay Area's high cost of living.

Re-Entrification is a feature-length documentary film that tells the story of residents that have been displaced from their homes due to the city's high cost of living. Tiny homes became a sanctuary where families can have the fundamental human right of a home. This film tells their story on how they made the decision to seek this type of support. Re-Entrification sheds light on the housing crisis in the Bay Area.

Re-Entrification means being able to move back into communities and neighborhoods that a person is originally from. It’s the way to bring back its history, beauty, struggle, pain - the soul. Re-Entrification is to create and reclaim sustainable economic structures that allow people living in the neighborhoods to thrive within their own neighborhood; to recapture the native essence of that place.

Doors open at 6pm SATURDAY MARCH 9TH. Capacity is limited.

Film program starts promptly at 6:30pm which includes a question and response time with the filmmakers and special guests.

BraveMaker is HQ'd at Sequoia Church in Redwood City and has a cinema quality screen, projector and AV system.

Parking is in the large parking lot found at 1840 Harding Ave/Cross St Topaz St.

Director Fego Navarro is a Salvadoran American Artist/Filmmaker from San Francisco, CA. Fego is the Creative Director of the artist collective Lyrical Opposition, a California 501(c)(3) arts nonprofit that cultivates lyrical artists to oppose injustice through social awareness & systemic change. Lastly, he is the Director of a poetic documentary titled Re-Entrification, a film that tells the story of 5 residents displaced from their homes due to the city's high cost of living.

https://www.instagram.com/lyricalopposition

[travsd]

The Oeuvre of Leslie Zemeckis

In the spirit of our recent post on Marion Meade, we thought you’d use the occasion of Leslie Zemeckis’s natal day for a brief appreciation of, like, everything she’s ever done (with fervent hopes that, unlike Meade, she will live and produce many more cool works long after I hit the “publish” button.) We first became aware of Zemeckis via her first film, 2010’s terrific classic burlesque…

[directedbywomen]

I love to hear women film directors talk about their filmmaking process. Today I appreciated the chance to hear Iliana Sosa talk about her documentary WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND with Garrett Bradley in this Facebook conversation. The film is available to stream on Netflix. I hope to have a chance to see it very soon.

[rwrbmovie]

NewFest is hosting a virtual screening of Red, White and Royal Blue, followed by a q&a with the cast and filmmakers (participants unspecified).

June 13 (however my confirmation email says June 12, 12:01am)

As always, I’ll share on the blog if I find out more info!

🔗 Book your ticket

[jaybirdswriting]

Hobbies For Your OC's To Try

A: Astrology, Astronomy, Animation, Acting, Archery.

B: Bee Keeping, Board Games, Boxing, Baking, Basketball.

C: Candle Making, Chess, Collecting, Cosplaying, Cooking.

D: Dancing, Darts, Drawing, Drums, Dominoes.

E: Equestrianism, Embroidery, E-sport, Escape Rooming, Engraving.

F: Foraging, Fishing, Filmmaking, Fencing, Football.

More Undercut

G: Gaming, Gardening, Glass Blowing, Graffiti, Guitar.

H: Hiking, Horseshoes, Hunting, Homebrewing, Herping.

I: Ice Skating, Inventing, Ice Fishing, Illustration, Internet Surfing.

J: Juggling, Jewelry Making, Journaling, Jogging, Jigsaw Puzzles.

K: Knitting, Kite Flying, Karate, Knife Throwing, Knot Tying.

L: Larping, Live Streaming, Lock Picking, Lego Building, Learning.

M: Make Up, Meditation, Marital Arts, Mixology, Magic Tricks.

N: Nail Art, Napkin Folding, Nature Sighting, Nunchaku Wielding, Novel Reading.

O: Origami, Opera, Off-Roading, Organization, Oil Painting.

P: Painting, Paintball, Poetry, Parkour, Photography.

Q: Quilting, Quiz Taking, Quarter Collecting, Quickstep Dancing, Quilling.

R: Racing, Reading, Robotics, Rapping, Roller Derby.

S: Sailing, Surfboarding, Skating, Sewing, Sketching.

T: Trivia, Tap Dancing, Traveling, Tattooing, Taxidermy.

U: Ukulele, Unicycling, Ultimate Frisbee, Uno, Underwater Photography.

V: Video Games, Video Editing, Volunteering, Volleyball, Violin.

W: Weaving, Whittling, Wielding, Writing, Weight Lifting.

X: Xylophone, Xiangqi, Xpogo.

Y: Yoga, Yodeling, Yarn Sewing, Yacht Sailing, Yoyoing.

Z: Ziplining, Zumba, Zoo Volunteering, Zorbing, Zentangles.

[richardlawson]

The End

After a few years away from that particular couch, I started seeing a new therapist at the end of last year. It had been long enough, I sagely determined, after I was felled by a series of really nasty panic attacks—one happened while I was doing a Q&A on stage with some filmmakers. They didn't notice, nor did the audience, nor (most importantly) the publicists. But it was happening. Me contemplating running off stage, into the Soho afternoon. It was a terrible feeling, and eventually feeling terrible starts to be a drag, so I found, after a fair amount of searching, someone new.

He is in his late 50s and has a kind, open comportment. He's much more giving and lean-in-and-nod than my last therapist, a sort of prim and watchful gay guy who retired to Florida. I like this new gay guy, I think. Or, I am warming to him. At first, I thought his platitudes and constant quoting of various people were corny. But I have resisted such sentiment for so long, and lack of sentiment hasn't cured me, so maybe I should try the earnest stuff. He has me meditating for one minute a day. The panic attacks went away.

For a little while, anyway. They've been creeping back, when I least expect them, and when I most do. I am afraid of what I am afraid of, I hate what I hate, I feel increasingly indifferent to what I love. Winter hardens care. Do I like movies anymore? Do I like a play, seen on some chilly Saturday afternoon? Maybe it's just seasonal. Or it's media malaise in a time of such austerity. They're trying to lay off the best people while the worst people watch, safe as houses. They're trying to take the whole thing apart and replace it with nothing. I have worked in my business for 16 years, well over a third of my life, and for the first time it now feels truly dire and terminal and like I need to start making other plans for what to do with the rest of my time here in the waking, working world.

Something I talk about a lot with my therapist is inertia—I use the word constantly. Why can't I just, why can't I just, why can't I just. I know something's in me, latent under my lazy skin, but it never makes its way to the surface. At least not yet.

Which causes panic, this stasis. I am scared of the drugs that might help, and am resistant to other concrete life changes that might make this better. (I like a glass of wine too much; I'm a fan of my vape.) I have tried avoiding things, I have tried not avoiding things.

I guess it's not circumstance, really. I have panic attacks when I'm home at night, Andrew asleep in the other room, me watching some murder show or YouTube video (same thing) and suddenly a feeling hits me, the conviction that a blood clot or some other lurking thing is making its way up my body and that this is my sorry, lonely little nighttime end. Here it is, the moment when I'm carried off, when I disappear, when I slip away into nothing.

My parents just finished a cruise, a lifelong wish fulfilled, in South America, hooking around Cape Horn and then exploring the fjords and inlets of Chile. All the reports were good. They had the best time. I had worried about my mom itching for her work email, about my dad being newly 90 years old and maybe feeling exhausted by all the activity. But it seems they managed well. They saw Patagonian cities, they saw mountains rising out of the sea, they saw the shy, retreating edges of glaciers, so quiet and demure in their dying. My mom sent us pictures and I thought most about the glaciers, those last cracking murmurs of a time before. When I was in Alaska for a wedding, years ago now, we went to a park of some kind and the visitor's center that was once built over a glacier then stood cantilevered over dry land. The ice had crept much farther up the mountain, winking goodbye.

How awful. And yet, in the depths of my hypocrisy, I relish an unseasonably warm day. Whatever lifts me out of winter, I guess. Whatever can drag me out of the feeling that everything is indeed going to ruin—a career, a life, a liver, a future. My best friend moved out of my neighborhood recently, which is sad. But it also affords us the opportunity to explore new territory, to find backyard bars with good deals where we can huddle in forgiving late-winter winds and make uneasy escape plans, where we consider what parachutes could ever be made of.

It's not always enough, of course. I too often have nights, far too late, when I go pacing around the living room, circling the coffee table in a weird sort of marching step in my underwear, shaking my hands to get the dread to go away. My new therapist has urged me to find what centers me. To think of all that is known and steady.

I try to gather myself and remember the people I have, arrayed across the planet. Andrew, in restless sleep down the hall. My sister in her Los Angeles canyon, surrounded by trees. I walk the room, knees high and somehow defiant, chest straining with worry. And I see my parents, on a boat at the tip of the world, dreaming of lost things.