Monday, April 7, 2014

Of Hearts and Hope: Three Perspectives on American Youth

By Vicki Meade

Young Hearts and Minds, a program of three short documentaries which was shown at the Annapolis Film Festival, is all about hope. 

The actual subject matter involves blind teenagers, funerals for the homeless, and potential high-school dropouts. But the real-life stories—not always pretty, sometimes heart-wrenching—left me feeling great about our young people.

“The Potter’s Field” by Edward Heavrin and Nick Weis (42 minutes) chronicles high school students in Louisville, Kentucky, who volunteer to give burial services for homeless and indigent members of their community. As a point of contrast, the film also describes how two of the nation's largest cities, Chicago and New York, dispose of their deceased poor.

Early on we see pine caskets stacked in a U-Haul, men in overalls transferring boxes into a mass grave—no mourners anywhere.  A teacher gets the idea to recruit students as volunteers—boys in blazers and ties, girls in plaid skirts and white sneakers—who serve as pall bearers, say quiet prayers, and sing “Amazing Grace” for people they’ve never met. “How could I live a life and end up having no one?” one boy wonders. “It’s a scary thought.”

The film includes interviews with a homeless ex-sergeant who did tours in Iraq—and now, his speech halting, teeth broken, shoes falling apart, he paces the streets and worries about his future—the personification of unknown people the students help bury. We soak up images of wind-swept cemeteries and yawning dirt holes—and witness tenderness, such as the businessman who finds a homeless man living in his basement and houses him until he dies, and the staffer at Hart Island, where New York’s Potter’s Field is located, who tears up over a letter written long ago by an inmate who helped bury the indigent.

In “Teach Me to Sea” by Mara Bresnahan (39 minutes), a blind teenager says, “There’s something exciting about not knowing what’s coming,”a statement that encapsulates the film’s spirit. Here are two dozen students at the Perkins School for the Blind near Boston planning a senior trip to Cozumel, Mexico—a cruise packed with things they’ve dreamt about, from karaoke and discos to splashing in the sea.

We get to know Ashley, born with shortened limbs and no eyes; Eliza, a healthy child who rode horses, excelled at soccer, and played guitar until a mysterious “brain attack” left her blind and forgetful; Travis, who gradually lost his vision starting at age 6 months. Their fears are the same as anyone’s taking a cruise for the first time—sea sickness, sharks, what if the ship hits some rocks? But they bubble with joy, acting like teenagers everywhere.

We see them petting a baby shark, riding in a pedicab, kayaking, swimming, playing bingo, singing, dancing, laughing. “People with disabilities can party!” one student exclaims.  I imagine these kids made the cruise more fun for everyone on that boat. Fast-forward to prom, then graduation—with Ashley, whose legs are malformed and half the normal length, as valedictorian. “You couldn’t create such an unusual combination of people if you tried,” she says proudly of her classmates. She’s heading to college to study counseling—and when her mom says, “Ashley will do great things,” I believe her.

“Doing It for Me,” by Precious Lambert and Leah Edwards (25 minutes), explores the dropout crisis in Washington, D.C., from a young person’s point of view. Egged on by one girlfriend, two others work toward high school graduation—and as I watched, I was swept back to my year as a writer with the D.C. Public Schools—with a student body that is 70% African American and overwhelmingly low income (three quarters qualify for free lunch).  Once, a guidance counselor at a grade school in the poorest corner of the city told me his biggest challenge was kids with no hope. “Some can’t envision a future,” he said. “They can’t imagine being anything when they grow up.”

These girls fight inertia and decide to continue their education—each in different ways, such as Job Corps—but all resulting in a diploma. And their excitement about ambitions they plan to pursue—college, nursing—is sharpened by having come so close to missing out.  

Annapolis-based freelancer Vicki Meade has 25 years’ experience in communications for health care, business, and technology. She has written for many magazines and websites and is an adjunct instructor of writing at the University of Maryland Baltimore County.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Language of Love
by Charles Green

This is an amazingly simple, yet powerful film.  In nine and a half minutes, one actor, in a monologue, reveals his love for his best friend, and all the conflicted feelings that comes with it.  As part of a French language exam in an Australian school, Charlie has to write a letter to his best friend, in French of course.  After some jokes about language, including one on how the verb baiser can mean two related but very different things (which can get you in trouble if you confuse the two), he starts talking about his friend Sam.  It should be stated that Sam is a boy.  Seated right in front of Charlie at every class, he has an extremely close relationship with Charlie, telling him everything, including his parents’ ugly, painful divorce.  The pain Charlie feels for Sam having to go through this experience is obvious on the young man’s face; this is a sensitive, thoughtful boy.  So when he suddenly blurts out, “I’m in love with Sam”, it seems perfectly natural, and yet of course, so many people would say it’s not.  Now he has to decide whether to tell his best friend or keep his feelings bottled inside.  His decision at the end is wonderful, and makes a great answer for his exam.

Charlie is incredibly articulate, probably more so than most young people, but using just his words he manages to connect us to him on a powerful emotional level.  He offers some insightful moments, such as wondering if he’s being selfish in holding back this secret.  After all, Sam doesn’t keep anything from him, so why shouldn’t he do the same? We laugh with him when he remembers how he became assistant librarian: because he didn’t swipe the sex ed books, which leads to a funny riff on gonorrhea and King Lear.  We cry when he worries about Sam’s possible reaction; will his best friend think he’s a freak?  We wince when he remembers the taunts his classmates make when, during a trip to the beach, he offers to put sunscreen on Sam’s back: “Charlie’s a poofter.”  It’s language in spoken form that allows him to connect with the audience, just as it’s language in written form that allows him to (hopefully) connect with Sam.  It’s a brilliant play on the title.

The film focuses almost entirely on Charlie, with a few glimpses of Sam, making for a tight character study.  At first it was difficult to know whether Charlie’s speech represents what he’s writing for his exam, or if it’s what he’s thinking while trying to answer, but that becomes clear fairly soon.  In any event, it’s a minor quibble, especially considering how much the film accomplishes in such a short time.  Incredibly moving, well-crafted and acted, The Language of Love is definitely worth seeing, regardless of how you feel about homosexuality.  In any language, love is universal.

Charles Green is a freelance writer and editor based in Annapolis.  His book reviews appear in several publications, including Publishers Weekly.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Silkies of Madasgar
Filmmaker David Evans

by Nadja Maril

Initially when I think of going to the movies, I think of entertainment. But the medium of filmmaking can provide a powerful platform for education and social change.  Certainly the story of the women who comprise the Federation of Silk Weavers of Madagascar— a small island  nation off the  Southeast coast of Africa in the Indian Ocean—is a tale that renews ones faith in the ability of a small group of craftspeople to create a pocket of social and economic prosperity within an impoverished nation. 
Together we are like a rock
Separated we are like sand  
is one of the several proverbs shared with viewers with words on the screen. 
                Beautiful cinematography enhanced by a soundtrack that features native drumming and songs makes this film a pleasure to watch. It’s a documentary that captures the pulse of living in the village of Sandrandahy with the simple format of having weavers tell their stories and how being a member of the Federation of Silk Weavers has changed their lives.
While silk weaving has long been a tradition, it was once created solely for the purpose of shrouding the dead. Very fine shrouds were created to wrap in multiple layers around the corpses of ancestors and a specific ritual followed that involved re-visiting the corpses, parading them in the sunlight, and adding additional layers of silk years after their initial “burial”.
Now the cottage industry that begins with of gathering cocoons from the forests made by silkworms living in Tapia trees creates jobs for 900 people.  Getting the silks ready for weaving is a multi step process that involves boiling the cocoons, washing, dropping, drop spindling, dying, spinning, and weaving.  Colorful scarves are created that are now sold at the Santa Fe International Folk Art Market. The market, a three-day yearly event, represents the folk art of 150 countries. Only 33% of the artists who apply to the market are accepted.  The first year they participated, the Federation of Silk Weavers from Madagascar made $32,000, which for them represents a sum of money that would take them 15 years to earn.
Seeing all the handsome weavings and the labor and dedication involved in creating them, made me want to own or at the very least caress and handle one of those lovely textured scarves in my hands.
Filmmaker David Evans will be a featured guest at the Annapolis Film festival this month, and perhaps he will shed some light on who or what lead to the idea of creating colorful scarves and other items of silk for international sale.  (The film tells the story of how the weaving got to the Santa Fe International Folk Art Market but not what or who got the silk weaving crafts industry started initially. ) Towards the end of the film, the Federation was using some of their profits to built three bungalows for tourists in an effort to promote eco-tourism.  Are they available for rental today?
How long did it take, from inception to completion, to create this 30 minute gem?  Reading the credits at the end of the film I saw the names of dozens of people.  What is the story behind the making of this particular movie?
One of the benefits of attending the Annapolis Film Festival is not only the opportunity to see so many wonderful movies in one weekend but to interact with the filmmakers. So don’t miss it! Buy your tickets today.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

In “Mondays at Racine,” Breast Cancer
Patients Bond at a Beauty Salon

By Beth Rubin

In “Mondays at Racine,” an award-winning short documentary by Cynthia Wade, sisters Rachel and Cynthia throw open the doors of their Long Island beauty salon one Monday a month to breast cancer patients in need of infusions of R and R. While coping with the disease’s devastating physical and emotional effects, the women handle the day-to-day life-altering challenges with intelligence, poise, and good humor. But chemo-related hair loss pushes them to the brink. 
In the welcoming arms of the empathetic salon owners, whose mother, we learn, became reclusive as her self-image as a woman diminished after her own breast cancer diagnosis and treatment, members of this tight sorority gather to shed their locks and inhibitions and to reclaim their femininity. Through spa treatments, makeup tips, abundant hugs, and quasi-group therapy, they regain their identities as   empowered women who just happen to have cancer. Unburdening themselves, they share the inevitable emotional  fallout from breast cancer—how it affects their self-image,  sexuality,  relationships with their spouses and children, and hopes for the future—and form an impervious bond.

The opening scene in the salon introduces us to a handful of women of different ages in various stages of treatment and hair loss. They try on hats, banter, and laugh unselfconsciously as if they’re meeting for tea or a girlfriends’ getaway. The mood changes when the women begin to tell their stories.  

Cambria is married with a loving husband and son, and is in the process of adopting a second child. Her diagnosis, Stage 3 metastatic breast cancer, may well prevent her from completing the adoption. We follow her into the shower and watch as her hair —“women’s crowning glory”— collects in the drain. 

In her late-fifties, Linda has outlived her original diagnosis by 17 years. She’s sick and she’s tired—of cancer, of multiple rounds of chemo, of feeling lousy, of her husband’s inability to give her the love and support she needs. “I have nothing left. I’ve lost my hair, I’ve lost my breasts.” She reclaims her power in a pair of scenes that rival much of what is hawked as drama and pathos in full-length, big-budget films. 

We accompany Cambria and Linda as they make difficult medical and personal decisions, anguish and pleasure intermittently writ large on their faces. We applaud their strengths, feel their pain, and cheer their victories. We know these women. They are us. If we have not yet walked in their shoes, they are our sisters, mothers, daughters, or best friends.
This is not a film to be avoided because it arouses uncomfortable feelings. It should be seen by all women—and by the men who love them.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

A review of "The Great Beauty"

 "The Great Beauty, a shimmering coup de cinema to make your heart burst, has won the 2014 Golden Globe for best foreign film".  The Telegraph.

The Great Beauty

By Beth Rubin

Jep Gambardella (Toni Servillo), a cynical yet vulnerable  journalist-novelist and man about town,  celebrates his 65th birthday with a menagerie of friends and hangers-on at his penthouse terrace overlooking the Colisseum. (Doesn’t everybody?)  Paying homage to Fellini ( “La Dolce Vita,” “Satyricon,” and ”8 ½”) , a conga line of inebriated, coke-snorting partygoers with outlandish body accoutrements and vacant stares, snakes around the terrace. Here, Grand Guignol meets the Theatre of the Absurd in blazing color. Debonair in his oiled hair, primary-color  blazers and tan slacks , pocket square just so, Jep hasn’t had a hit in 40 years since his novel, “The Human Apparatus,”  took  the literary scene by storm.  He’s “laughing on the outside, crying on the inside,” as the old song goes, hanging on in a netherworld which alternately excites, chafes, disappoints, and bores him.

Then he learns that the love of his life has died, and reality comes a knocking.
What follows in writer-director’s Paolo Sorrentino’s brilliant homage to Rome─its sights, citizenry, and tourists; classicism and debauchery; social, political and religious institutionsare a series of interwoven vignettes, all lushly filmed, that illuminate Jep’s coming to terms with his mortality. He examines assumptions old and new in a most poetic way, by strolling through Rome’s deserted pre-dawn streets, passing by former haunts and revisiting old friends; and replaying liaisons that no long satisfy.  What’s it all about, Jep? 

Owing to masterful  writing, directing, acting, and luscious photography, Jep’s  quest to make sense of, or, at least, find meaning in his life, must inevitably resonate with the voyeurs who’ve plunked down $10 or more to be a part of this phantasmagoria for  142 minutes.

“The Great Beauty” is a surreal, visually rich feast that should satiate most, if not all, discriminating filmgoers over the age of twelve.
Beth Rubin is a longtime Annapolis writer-author and film enthusiast who writes frequently about the arts.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Interview with Sheila Dennin, Writer/Director of the Independent Short Film “Red Flags”

Annapolis-based freelancer Vicki Meade has 25 years’ experience in communications for health care, business, and technology. She has written for many magazines and websites and is an adjunct instructor of writing at the University of Maryland Baltimore County.

Who can’t relate to the discomfort of being stuck on a terrible blind date?  In her funny and poignant 12-minute short, “Red Flags,” filmmaker Sheila Dennin, a Crofton resident, shows us what it’s like to keep meeting Mr. Wrong—and to try to make the best of it.
Dennin, who has worked as a writer and director in film, video, and multimedia for more than 20 years, is president of Mary Margaret Productions, Inc., in Washington, D.C. She recently talked about the film, which was shown at the Annapolis Film Festival Shorts Crawl in September, with Annapolis freelance writer Vicki Meade. You can see the film here on YouTube:
Where did you get the idea for this film? 
When I was single, I went on pretty much all those dates. I was in my thirties¾that period in life when all your friends are married and they want you to join them in their misery. So they start fixing you up with people. Anyway, I would go on these dates, and afterwards I would call my dear friend Maureen Ryan [producer of “Red Flags” and of the Academy Award winning documentary “Man on Wire”]. Often, I was in tears, and she’d say, “Sheila, you’re gonna use these horrible experiences someday.”
So, the characters are based on real people?
Well, I married the guy in the park. That character is based on my husband, who I met at an awards event in Boston. He’s in software sales now, and at the time he worked for a web hosting company. We just celebrated 12 years of marriage.
And the guy who wanted to trim Tracy’s nose hair¾I was dating someone who did that to me. We were sitting together, having a pizza, and he stopped and gazed at me. I thought, oh, he thinks I am fabulous! But no, that wasn’t it.
What about Tracy—the lead character?
She is all women. Think about it—we don’t know anything about Tracy. She actually has very little dialogue. We fill in the blanks about who she is, because she is us. She tries so hard to be the good person, she doesn’t judge these people or react to them inappropriately. And, frankly, Tracy is me.
What do men say about the film?
Men love this film, too. They relate to Tracy’s situation–– it’s about the universality. The best comment I ever heard after a screening was when a guy came up to me and said, “This is why I go to the movies.”
Tell me about writing the script.
 The idea gestated forever. Maureen and I were working together over several years doing public health films. She teaches short film, and she said, “Why don’t you make one?” She started reminding me of these horrible dates, and she said, “I always remember the toothpick guy.” I got in the shower, imagined a scene, and things started to click. I sat down and wrote the script in four hours. I had actually written the whole thing in my head already, so when I got to the page, it just came out.
What was the casting like?
The casting session was incredible. In one day, we saw 50 people. I was very nervous about who would play Tracy¾I wanted someone that people like instantly because of her energy. Not stellarly gorgeous, but attractive in a way that would have us believe she might still go on blind dates. We had this wonderful parade of talented actresses come in, and toward the end of the day I’m thinking, we’ll never find her. Then this woman, Nell Gwynn, walks in, kind of harried looking, with tattoos. She read with the nose-hair guy, and it was magic.
How did rehearsals and shooting go?
I didn’t do any rehearsing. I just wanted to roll—I didn’t want to lose the performance. For example, toothpick guy, the way he carried off the whole, “isn’t it awesome that you’re sitting here with me” ¾it felt very natural and real. And directing Nell was unbelievably easy, like turning dials. We shot the film in New York City with a 39-person crew, and everyone worked for free.
What was the hardest part of making the film?
 Two things. First, making sure the ending worked. No one has ever told me they saw the ending coming, and that is incredibly satisfying. In fact, some people get mad at me. Which is cool, because it means this character I created really got to us.
And the second?
Putting in the red flags. The idea was, you’re dating this guy and totally ignoring red flags¾these red flags hit you and you go, ”oh, stop it,” but the flags get bigger and bigger, and you push them aside and continue on with the date. So, how to convey that?  We decided to do animation, and I didn’t have the money for 3D animation. I found these guys in New York who said, “Set up the scene and we’ll take it from there.” In most of the scenes, we knew in advance what we’d do with the flags. The animators’ big surprise to me was when the flags come out of the mouth and ear of sob-story guy. People always laugh at that.
 I’ve sat in the audience and experienced the film with viewers, and at that point, everyone settles into their chairs and goes, “Oh, I understand the world we’re in.”
Did you have a key message you wanted to get across?
First and foremost, it’s entertainment. My intention was to have people laugh. But there’s also this idea: we never know what someone else thinks of us. How many times have you chosen to go out on a date, and it went unbelievably well, yet you never hear from the person again? Who knows why?  

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Pat O’Connell currently works as an Analyst for the Department of Treasury. He is the author of a book called Knight Hawk, and several magazine articles. He has served as the president of the Maryland Writers Association from 2000 to 2003.

Progressive Snack Theater…and getting into someone’s shorts.  Who knew it could be so deliciously fun and entertaining?
Back on September 22, my wife and I joined dozens of dozens on West Street in Annapolis for a progressive snack theater event, the Annapolis Shorts Crawl 2013.
We all gathered at the Loews Hotel to get our tickets and to join our groups…and then we were off like mobs of Trick-or-Treaters to O’Callaghans, 49 West, El Toro Bravo, Stan & Joe’s, Metropolitan, and Crush…(FYI all of these places are on West Street in Annapolis.)
The venues for these short films made watching enjoyable.  It was so nice to check out new haunts that otherwise I wouldn’t know about.  Before we started watching we grabbed snacks to munch and drinks to sip.  (These were supplied by each venue as part of the registration fee.)
The films, OMG, were soooo good!  Some were informative. (Did you know that before becoming a great basketball star, Wilt Chamberlain was a Borscht Belt Bellhop at a resort in the Catskills?) 
Some were thought provoking.  One movie talked about a prosperous neurologist who found the meaning of life on rollerblades; another movie was of two young brothers who steal fireworks to impress girls.
Two humorous movies were on karma.  One illustrated the cycle of life on the food chain and ultimate karma from Mantis to Man, and back to Mantis. The other played with the karma of reincarnation.  (How would you like to come back as a rich mosquito?)
Two shorts were real-life funny…imagine bad blind dates and all the red flags that made you wish you were with someone else…or how about  being a young girl with an imaginary friend who’s a knight, and it’s time to shop for your first training bra?
For me the funniest of them all was of a kidnapping of a 10-year-old girl that goes terribly wrong for the inept kidnappers.  If you liked Home Alone, you’ll love Penny Dreadful.
All in all, the Crawl was a ball…and it was all for a good cause. The funds earned from this will go towards the Annapolis Film Festival, March 27 thru 30, 2014.  Save that weekend and don’t miss it.
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