The festivities continue...
I have delayed posting for too long.
Let's see... what have I been up to. Working like a dog, and partying like several other types of animals...
Sundance Film Festival: our team scored big. Me and Shane, Hilary and Cheryl (plus significant other fabulous kids from across the globe) ran a shift at the brand new venue, The Racquet Club. Talented technicians converted a basktelball court (!) into a screening room for 640 of our closest friends and industry types.
Festival lodging came through with condos for all right across the parking lot from the Racquet Club. Even Shane didn't mind the five boys that had to troop through his bedroom to get to theirs every morning and night.
Alas skiing was not in the cards, especially for a cash poor (but experience rich) boy like me.
Memorable moments included partying with the boys from South Carolina, mincing in inappropriate shoes across fields of snow, putting Shane on various busses in various states of intoxication, and running our celebrity heavy venue with Swiss Watch presicion. Not without serious support from the concientious Swede (aka Shane) and the Hisidic good looks of Hilary. Oh and Cheryl the Elder was right in there too.
On to Miami. Thank you American Airlines... your 777 is a lovely machine, I've never had 10 seats to myself before.
Worked the first big day at the Regal multiplex with Debbie and Amy yesterday. It went pretty well, but forsome reason there were a lot of technical problems... definately notquite as slick as TIFF or Sundance. Also there is this stupid membership program at the festival where people donate money at the"Actor" "Director" or "Producer" level. So everyone and their dog is going around with passes that say actor/director/producer, except they have nothing to do with the film or have any special priveledges at all. Ya, that's really an excellent system with no room for confusion. Yup.
Our accomodations are at the fabulously located (but slightly disappointingly appointed) Dorchester Hotel. Funny fact: it's directly across the street from the Shore Club hotel where Ossie Davis died two days ago. Ossie and Rip Torn and Peter Falk were here to film a movie when Ossie died in his hotel room. Then yesterday Peter Falk came tothe Regal to see a movie!
Miami Beach is a bit nutty... the architecture is crazy, after all we are in the Art Deco District. The food is pretty expensive, but there is a good variety.
Stangely, downtown Miami literally shuts down at 5pm and Miami Beach keeps rocking until 4am. I did stick my toes in the Atlantic. I hope to have a beach day on Tuesday, my one day off.
The long days are just beginning, but we're on a roll, so nothing can stop us. Getting in four screens with 4 or 5 movies a day each will keep us busy. Yes.
And now for me it's back out to Miami Beach where the weather is a balmy +24 celsius... and the air is dewy sweet all the time.
Let's see... what have I been up to. Working like a dog, and partying like several other types of animals...
Sundance Film Festival: our team scored big. Me and Shane, Hilary and Cheryl (plus significant other fabulous kids from across the globe) ran a shift at the brand new venue, The Racquet Club. Talented technicians converted a basktelball court (!) into a screening room for 640 of our closest friends and industry types.
Festival lodging came through with condos for all right across the parking lot from the Racquet Club. Even Shane didn't mind the five boys that had to troop through his bedroom to get to theirs every morning and night.
Alas skiing was not in the cards, especially for a cash poor (but experience rich) boy like me.
Memorable moments included partying with the boys from South Carolina, mincing in inappropriate shoes across fields of snow, putting Shane on various busses in various states of intoxication, and running our celebrity heavy venue with Swiss Watch presicion. Not without serious support from the concientious Swede (aka Shane) and the Hisidic good looks of Hilary. Oh and Cheryl the Elder was right in there too.
On to Miami. Thank you American Airlines... your 777 is a lovely machine, I've never had 10 seats to myself before.
Worked the first big day at the Regal multiplex with Debbie and Amy yesterday. It went pretty well, but forsome reason there were a lot of technical problems... definately notquite as slick as TIFF or Sundance. Also there is this stupid membership program at the festival where people donate money at the"Actor" "Director" or "Producer" level. So everyone and their dog is going around with passes that say actor/director/producer, except they have nothing to do with the film or have any special priveledges at all. Ya, that's really an excellent system with no room for confusion. Yup.
Our accomodations are at the fabulously located (but slightly disappointingly appointed) Dorchester Hotel. Funny fact: it's directly across the street from the Shore Club hotel where Ossie Davis died two days ago. Ossie and Rip Torn and Peter Falk were here to film a movie when Ossie died in his hotel room. Then yesterday Peter Falk came tothe Regal to see a movie!
Miami Beach is a bit nutty... the architecture is crazy, after all we are in the Art Deco District. The food is pretty expensive, but there is a good variety.
Stangely, downtown Miami literally shuts down at 5pm and Miami Beach keeps rocking until 4am. I did stick my toes in the Atlantic. I hope to have a beach day on Tuesday, my one day off.
The long days are just beginning, but we're on a roll, so nothing can stop us. Getting in four screens with 4 or 5 movies a day each will keep us busy. Yes.
And now for me it's back out to Miami Beach where the weather is a balmy +24 celsius... and the air is dewy sweet all the time.
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