bone blog #24

bonesters,

saturday a.m. up early with linda our driver and downtown to the nelson atkins museum of fine arts in kansas city mo., standouts - a duco black paint head on burlap by Jackson Pollock from 52 - A dekooning woman - a giacometti chariot - the 1st warhol silkscreen Baseball 62 - a great Milton Resnick from 78 - a guston "wall" and a sensual kiki smith installation. A brief tour of kansas city with bill [local d.p.] then back to the abandoned mall for the films.

"strictly background" Jason Connels first feature - a well casted l.a. doc about background extras [the extras he chose to follow were perfect] The film was a thoughtful portrait of the unknown striving for their day in the sun, while living in a friends garage. Got a good sampling of   Doug Lantzs' "from the 50 yard line" - a doc about PRO high school marching bands, cute flag girls. Our 2nd sample was "intervention" a concept very close to bonefilms black heart, but a little sensitive for our perverted taste. Where's the discipline?

Back to the hotel to freshen up with our N.B.F., anne. The usual, beer, cigarettes, shower and make up and our only chance to sample a classic kc b.b.q. at jack stacks, across from the dead mall housing the theater. Staso was too nervous to eat and buck had a hard time getting it down too, anne norda [n.b.f.] had no problem. Being the seasoned newyorkers that we are, we didn't think the short walk across the highway and through the parking lot was too tiring, but the response from the driving public to our pedistrian habits was quick and cruel, BUY A CAR - BUY A CAR, LOSERS. At the theater Staso made the mistake of asking how many tickets were sold and then glad he hadn't eaten when they answered. A last minute rush on tickets and the film started. Staso did the intro and then hit the hallway for a quick nervous joint, he was busted and escorted outside to the parking lot next to the dumpsters for a little quick discipline then kindly let back in. Although small our audience was sophisticated, enthusiastic and supportive. They GOT it - giving Steve Buckley a standing ovation which turned the Buckster the color of tomatoe soup. The Q n A was great, many compliments to the talent, Caprice and Cindy were awesome, I love rudolfo how come he's not here - the writer, how much was scripted? - and to the d.p. It looked fucking great.

Then it was into the van, our hard working driver/filmmaker linda drove us through the deserted night time to streets to the club [blue something?] at 18th st. and Vine, for some kansas city women and a bottle of kansas city wine. The band was a local electrical sub station that could light half the city. From what I was told, the alto sax player was the best in the country, the drummer was no slouch, and the singer "I wanna big fat daddy" wasn't taking any prisoners. the night ended at bonefilm hdquts K.C. for a late night talk fest. OUCH.

Quick note: Guest of Honor filmmaker Guy Maddin had to leave the festival at 4 a.m. saturday morning to collect "the Toronto prize" at the closing ceremonies of the Toronto film festival, though very self depreciating about the prize he did manage to say, I finally beat Cronenberg. [Guy is an all around film enthusiast, approachable, gentle and weird just like we like our filmmakers]

new word: Lepricano, c.c. the ticket gal defing her ethnic heritage, Irish and mexican.

Best art: don grahams' sculpture of charlie parkers' head and brains.