“Don’t you ever think that if you have guilt, you deserve it?” - Emily
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this, but the film I wrote and directed, APART, comes out 3/9/12 on on demand and in select theaters.
I can confirm now that the weekend of 3/9/12, we are playing at The Quad Cinema in NYC and the Sundance Cinemas in Houston. I can say that the proceeds from (at least) the Houston screening are being donated to the RIchmond & Rosenburg school systems where we shot a lot of the film. In addition to that, a few of the stars of the film will be at select Houston screenings and the director (me) will most likely be in NYC for the opening.
Thankfully, Mike Waskom has put together a kind of de factor Facebook event page for the NYC screenings (click here). I’m not sure if just anyone can click on that page, but it’s worth a shot! And thank you Mike for doing that.
I’m really not sure what else to say and how I’m going to fill these next coupla weeks with prattling on. I would really, really like it if we sold out these screenings. I know how it feels to look in a theater that isn’t full — it sucks. And, frankly, I’m not in this to make money (point of fact — I won’t). I’m in this to make another film. I would really love the opportunity to get reactions from the audience, to talk about things over, say, a beer or some other drink. It’d be great. And we’re coming to other cities in the weekends following 3/9 — I know we’ll be in San Francisco, Dallas, Minneapolis, Milwaukee and Denver. We’re looking at other cities as well. I don’t know which of those I’ll make it to (I’d say SF is a safe bet).
Really — I want to see how this works. Film distribution is a rapidly changing landscape and I’m just trying to gain some footing and figure it out. I’m open to discussion on what has come before this moment and what will come after. I apologize for the random nature of this post, but I’ve had two long days and posting fresh words about APART is more or less an impossibility at this point.
More than anything else, I want this film to find an audience. There will be those out there that don’t like it, sure. I will suck it up and deal with that because I have to. Not everyone is going to love everything you make. I’ve learned that already. But I do feel that the film deserves to be seen. if I didn’t, I would have dumped it with as little fanfare as possible and I’d be living on my grandmother’s farm. But there is merit to this li’l guy and I hope it doesn’t get lodged firmly in the dustbin of history. It’s almost here, you guys. Watch it. Let’s have a fucking discussion.
Take note, NYC readers.
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So the first thing I thought when I realized that it is David Foster Wallace’s birthday was, “Put a candle in the window,” And so, I allowed myself to sit for a few minutes and be sad, mainly for the many selfish reasons and excuses that we give when we hear of someone’s suicide: “But he had so much to offer!”, “His poor family,” etc. We’re mad, because we don’t have that person any longer, we don’t have what they gave us. Perhaps we’re righteously angry about this, but maybe not?
The hard truth is, that people don’t hang themselves by accident, and conversely they don’t write thousand plus page novels accidently. David chose to write, and we accepted that as his choice. He chose to remove himself from this world, which we too, must accept.
And so I think to myself, “As long as I can see the light”, which means whatever you need it to mean for you, right now.
What’s got you down today?
Kirk Lightsey & Chet Baker — “Everything Happens To Me”
“DRIVE” themed valentine’s day card ideas.
My friend Juan is incredible. I want to give all of these to my gf.
Happy Valentines Day, Since She Left readers!
Air Supply - “Even the Nights Are Better”
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Saves the Day — “The Way His Collar Falls”
there’s a longing.
Favorite bar for a reason. (Taken with Instagram at The Gate)
What am I to do, if not love you?
Come lie next to me.
Don’t speak. I don’t need to know your name or where you came from. I don’t care about what you do for a living or the places you’ve been. I won’t ask how you got that scar on your shoulder or if you believe in soul mates. I’m not interested in hearing stories from your childhood or hearing all your secrets, and I certainly won’t tell you mine.
Just lay with me tonight. Let me fall asleep with your skin pressed into mine. I want to feel your heart beating and your breath on my shoulders and neck. Rock into me, let me close my eyes and fool myself into believing, if even just for tonight, that I am not alone.
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The Beach Boys — “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?”
