SFIFF50 DAY ELEVEN — Sunday

Members Screening, Kubuki x 2, Bushi Tei, Last Days of Yassar Arafat

The last Sunday of the Festival, Film Society Members are treated to a Bonus film at 9:30am. This truly is a bonus — not a Festival film — and this year it was Lars von Trier‘s new film The Boss of It All, a low budget deadpan farce and really good. It’s playing in San Francisco now, and I highly recommend it.

After, we had brunch at Bushi Tei, a very cool, nontraditional Japanese restaurant up Post Street from the Kubuki. Our waiter, a twenty-something caucausian, was extremely cordial and perfectly correct, but obviously new at the job. His plight was complicated by some kind of transition in their beverage license, so he had to serve our wine in — very elegant — coffee cups. The food was superb, both visually and in the mouth.

We continued the day with The Other Half, a Chinese film about a young lawyer who interviews battered and estranged women in a Chinese industrial town. I thought it sensitive and interesting; Carol and Sarah didn”t.

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Carol and Sarah stayed on for The Last Days of Yassar Arafat, which I had seen, an excellent documentary.

My notes:

Documentary

A film by Sherine Salama

“For many years I”ve traveled between Australia and Palestine,”

Yassar Arafat makes public appearances and conducts press conferences, but he very rarely grants private interviews. Ms Salama, through her political connections in Palestine, was promised an interview. She arrived from Australia, at the President’s Compound in Ramala in September 2003, but it wasn”t until November of 2004, after a few trips back and forth, that she was able to interview Arafat. Hers was the last interview of Arafat’s life. Although about 80% of the film is waiting, the setting, the Palestinian people and the scenes of Arafat himself are enlightening and interesting. He passed away in Paris on November 11, 2004. The scenes of the delivery of his casket back to the Compound in Ramala are amazing.

“To this day the exact cause of Arafat’s death is unknown.”

Big day. Long day.

SFIFF50 DAY TEN — Saturday

Home day, Clip clip, Clay, C: Delirious

5kitchen_grid.jpgI spent most of the day at home, catching up with stuff, Hung a kitchen grid, put cleaning junk in the bathroom drains, changed batteries in the pepper grinder, hey, a welcome relief.

For my official duties, I clipped and pasted at home, then spent the evening until 10 o’clock passing out press tickets at the Clay Theater, which was hosting Festival films for this night.

Meanwhile, Carol and Sarah took in the Centerpiece film at the Kabuki, Delirious, starring Steve Buscemi, and were delirious with delight.

SFIFF50 DAY NINE — Friday

Scooter, Castro, Robin Williams

In the morning I went to the Kabuki to take some pictures. When I parked my scooter and pushed the kick-stand down, CLANK! the kick stand fell on the pavement and led me to a new lunch spot.

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The evening found me at the Castro wrangling the red carpet again for a Tribute to Robin Williams. He is the recipient of the Peter J. Owens Award for acting. On stage he was interviewed by Armistead Maupin, the author of the three volume Tales of the City, (SF gay scene in the 70’s) among other books and TV series. Carol read all three as soon as we moved to San Francisco.
The interview was preceded by a clip reel, featuring mainly his serious roles; Good Will Hunting, Good Morning Vietnam, Dead Poets Society, and so on.

Interview is an overstatement, I think Armistead got maybe two questions in. Robin got off on a ramble about things San Francisco and then Britney Spears vagina. We all know about the picture of her, pantyless, getting out of a limo. Williams remarked that in the photo, her vagina was pixilated, and envisioned her pixilated vagina as a black hole sucking in all manner of mentionable and unmentionable items and creatures. And on and on, Robin Williams live for an hour is something to behold and I was laughing until it hurt.

And I”m not even a fan.

After, The Fisher King was screened. Carol and Sarah stayed for that, but I left. Too many late nights for this old man.

SFIFF50 DAY EIGHT — Thursday

Paste up, Awards Night, Warriors

You”re no doubt tired of hearing about my paste-up and sorting, but that’s what I”m doing between films and events. It’s my sole responsibility and I feel it’s valuable. Clips are sent to the stars, directors, etc to document the coverage and are used to lure stars, directors etc to the next festival. And they become part of the archive of SFFS.

Okay, it’s totally boring to read about, so on to Awards Night.

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AWARDS NIGHT

ready_to_register.jpgThis is a big deal, although my part in it was humble and hidden. We assembled at the Westin St. Francis Hotel at 4pm to prepare for the seven o”clock event. A ballroom and two large anti-rooms were lushly decorated for cocktails, the red carpet and the awards ceremony. In the main room, 68 tables for ten (at $5,000 per table) were set up for the event. The décor was suitably luxurious and guests were expected in black tie.
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SFIFF50 DAY SEVEN — Wednesday

home_paste_up.jpgPaste up, Pix, Spike Lee

I caught up with my leftover paste-up at home this morning. My work desk in the back room is a mess, the dining room table in front is big, but the kitchen table has the best light, so I set up there. And the red stool is just the right height — not standing, not sitting, like I’m back working at the drafting table in one of the animal show barns Ohio State used for architecture students back in the day — for that kind of work.

An Evening with Spike Lee
The Program Guide says:

Join us for a special evening honoring the unconventional filmmaking genius of Spike Lee, recipient of this year’s Film Society Directing Award. Retrospective film clips from Lee’s singular career will be followed by an onstage interview conducted by Boston Globe film critic Wesley Morris and a screening of Acts II and III of Lee’s four-act Hurricane Katrina documentary When the Levees Broke.

The Directing Award was first won by Akira Kurosawa in 1986, and then presented to such icons as Clint Eastwood, Warren Beatty, Robert Altman, Milos Forman, in this century, Werner Herzog winning it last year. Pretty good company. Continue reading “SFIFF50 DAY SEVEN — Wednesday”

SFIFF50 DAY SIX — Tuesday

Cap, Paste up, Warriors

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First thing in the morning I went to City Hall. There’s an outside chance they might have my Woody Cap.

At the Opening Night party I left my cap on a pile of Morgan’s and Julieta’s stuff behind the press table. Then I did my duty and then I partied. After, when I got to my scooter, parked across the street from City Hall, I had this feeling of being capless. Drat! I went back through security into City Hall and looked where I had left my cap. The table was there and the floor was bare. In the following days, I checked with Richard, Morgan and Julieta. No dice. Continue reading “SFIFF50 DAY SIX — Tuesday”

Summer of Wierdness Starts Early

Ray Ratto —

Glad to have you back from the hockey death march. I personally don”t think hockey should exist in places where you can”t find ice outdoors, but that’s just me. And even though your writing could do nothing but enliven the seemingly moribund sport, I found myself passing on your columns.

But I”m delighted that you”re back to more worthy subjects, such as “,the gathering storm of manic bloviation on the many facets of Bonds,

Priceless.

So welcome back, Ratto.

SFIFF50 DAY FIVE — Monday

Free time and Fay Grim

Monday is a day of free time for me, and I used it primarily for catching up with my writing. Ah, but in the evening it’s showtime: Carol and Sarah to Broken English starring Parker Posey, and I followed to Fay Grim, starring the same.

Fay Grim, USA/Germany 2006
Directed by Hal Hartley
Distributed by Magnolia Pictures

[best if read aloud in a monotone, to capture the spirit of the film]

Fay Grim

Deadpan humor

Dry wit

Intrigue in Foreign lands

The lovely Parker Posey

In introducing the film, the director said, “It’s a sequel to Henry Fool, but it’s not necessary to have seen Henry Fool. You”ll be confused in any case. That’s about it.”

He was right.

Fun.

I rode home on Pacific Avenue at nearly midnight. The street was deserted. I was able to leisurely coast from Octavia all the way to Polk, catching green lights at Gough, Franklin and Van Ness. I”ve always wanted to do that.

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Fun.

SFIFF50 DAY THREE – Saturday

The Press Room and Jindabyne

My day started at 3:30 at the Kubuki Press Room. The Press Room is in House 8, small for a theater, large for a room. From the entrance, the floor steps down to the screen and one can imagine a carpeted space with seats on the stepped rows, but there is no carpet and there are no seats just now. The floor is painted concrete.

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A row of tables front the screen with five computer stations for Hilary, the three publicists and one intern. Shannon, the VIP Coordinator often uses the intern computer. Those folks face the screen, backs to the “audience.” Another row of tables, along the first riser is arrayed with press lists, instructions as to how to become accredited press, the necessary forms to do so, as well as interview request forms and magazines featuring Festival articles. At one end is a station for check-out of DVD Press Screeners, at the other end a table with various binders and room for me to do paste-ups when I”m there. Richard, the Publicity Coordinator holds forth in the center of this array.

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The interns are the first line of defense, so to speak. We are to greet the press and access their needs before they interrupt Hilary or the publicists. Normally, their needs are for screeners or pick up their press badges. However, Hilary and the publicists, know most of the press, or at least the important ones, and being gregarious by nature and job description, often usurp our defense to smile and effusively great the people from whom we are protecting them. Continue reading “SFIFF50 DAY THREE – Saturday”