Besides The Rabbi Report, I was also down in Sarasota for Filmmaker Magazine and today they published my report from the fest. Check it out, y’all!
After the jump, a few pix from the festival!
Continue reading Sarasota 07: My Filmmaker Magazine Report
Filmmaker and blogger Michael Tully attempts to hypnotize filmmaker Liz Mermin (The Beauty Academy of Kabul) with just his gaze last Sunday at the Smiths/Morrissey night at downtown New York hotspot Sway following the New Directors/New Films directors party at Lincoln Center restaurant Josephina’s.
The ND/NF bash was packed and it was Sunday night, but apparently some of us were ready to continue letting les bon temps roulez, because Newport programmer David Nugent corraled about 20 of us to head down to the SoHo club for several more hours of dancing and libations. In fact, word has it that some partygoers danced away until 8am!
The weather here at “South by,” as the locals and regulars call it, has been pretty hit or miss, with 2 dreary days in amongst 4 pretty nice ones. During one of the particularly monsoonish nights (the night of the 15+ margaritas) we were attempting to go from the very fine IFC party at Light Bar to the after party for Joe Swanberg’s excellent Hannah Takes the Stairs and a cab was in order. It’s not easy to get a cab in the rain, of course, so festival producer Matt Dentler decided to take it upon himself to act as a sort of a beacon. As this was prior to the “lightsabre episode,” he had to make do with what was on-hand. At least it’s still blue:
“Taxi!!!” I tell ya, this here SXSW is a seriously full-service event!
Continue reading SXSW 07: It’s Raining Again….
Michael Tully, fimmaker, world traveler, blogger, former roomie and knower of all music alternative & indie and all around mensch was at a special dinner for director Robert Altman on Sunday and today, during my daily perusal of the New York Times Bodfaced Names column, I caught the following mention:
In the back room, there was Mr. Altman, looking slender and sitting among his old friends — his wife and other family members, designers, producers, BOB BALABAN — and a kids’ table, where we met MICHAEL TULLY, a young man who introduced himself as the director of “Cocaine Angel,” which, he explained, was “a sort of darker side of sadness.”
How fucking cooll is that, man!? Tomorrow I head to Sarasota, where Tully’s film Cocaine Angel is having it’s East Coast premiere.
So my Rotterdam experience is over and tomorrow begins the Berlinale. For those who’ve read my indieWIRE article on the subject, you’ll know it was somewhat of a mixed bag for me but there were definitely some gems to be found amongst the costume jewels and Michael Tully‘s Cocaine Angel is one such film. You see, I was nervous as hell going in to the screening since Tully and I are friends and the last thing one wants to do is lie to a friend about their film. Thank god I didn’t have to.
Continue reading IFFR Review: Cocaine Angel