BLOOD IN BLOODY ACTION
Tillet Wright (as Toby) on the bridge
was a night in the heat of production, I don't remember specifically
which one, when I went into the bathroom at Logsville
Lodge to brush my teeth. As I faced myself in the mirror, a huge
stream of blood began to flow from my left nostril. I am not prone to
nosebleeds, so the sight of all that blood streaming down my face was
somewhat alarming. But, after stuffing some tissue up my nose it soon
stopped and I got on with the business of preparing for bed.
was only some months later that I thought about that night and
realized that I must have been under a huge amount of pressure to have
suffered an uncharacteristic spontaneous nosebleed with no desiccated
winter climate to blame. I suppose I was eating a fair amount of
blood-thinning aspirin to avoid a heart attack, but still. The memory
of that night comes to mind now as I enter the final phase of work on EvenHand:
submitting it to film festivals.
my first experience with the
festival submission process on Cherry,
I learned how similar it is to the process of applying to college. You
fill out a bunch of forms, all pretty much the same yet maddeningly
different. And the festivals almost all ask some pretty idiotic
questions. Why, for instance, do they care how long in feet or meters
my film is? It's 93 minutes and if it's accepted, I'll measure the
damn thing with a 6" ruler. Another puzzlement is making us poor
indies send in stills and slides of our film with the application. If
our films are rejected, they just toss them out with our
videocassettes. If they're accepted, there's plenty of time for us to
choose some nice pictures for their catalogue.
there's no question in my mind which festival is my first choice, but
I also know how competitive the process is, so I've applied to a
number of other festivals to cover my bets. Then, just like in senior
year of high school, I will wait for a response. The only difference
is that if you have to wait for the envelope in the festival world,
you're sunk. If your film makes it in you get a call well before the
losers get their skinny envelopes.
actually another difference now, too -- withoutabox.
They have cleverly designed a universal film festival application
form. After filling out the form on-line, you can then instantly
submit to any of a growing list of dozens of member festivals, foreign
and domestic. It's not free, but it's a great idea and it makes the
most tedious part of the process a breeze, especially for some of the
foreign festivals that often seem to have bizarre and often impossible
to locate application forms and incomprehensible websites.
whole process is utterly terrifying. If we don't get into a
significant festival, how can we possibly expect to get a distribution
deal? And if we can't get a distribution deal, we're...completely
fucked. I get a mental nosebleed just thinking about it. So, buy
a T-shirt and make me feel better.
Me and the
Bills at Toby's mom's house
Nobody died that day, but it was touch & go.
"Blood in bloody action" is what my youngest daughter called
bloody cuts and scrapes when she was seven or so.
To buy our original September 11th memorial
All profits go to charity.
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