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State of Cinema: Steven Soderbergh

April 27, 2013 San Francisco International Film Festival A few months ago I was on this Jet Blue coming from New York to Burbank, and I like Jet Blue not because&

women taken by the wind

an international film production collective based in new york city, tbilisi and taipei. we are curious artists who believe in the beauty and power of the human story.

i headed west, i was a man on the move

“hold for wild pack of children”

“hold for wild pack of children”

missing an organ and arms are covered in bruises but i’m still hustlin ~ 

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by the time I turn twenty-four (november of this same year), my first feature film will be picture-locked. I have analogized this process to every agonizing and arduous experience I have been able to summon—partially because I have a keen interest in dramatics and partially because it is entirely how it has felt.

during production on the road last summer I was so sure that what we were doing, what we were up against, was the precise culmination of my studies and training of the past ten years. the great part, and also the terrible part, is that the most significant lessons and challenges have instead happened during the deep winter of post production.

making this film has been challenging because of the shadows I have felt in growing up. shadows cast by feeling exceedingly torn between two coasts, of feeling terrified to step out of the academic sphere that has been so nurturing and rewarding, by wondering what i(t) will mean if this “finished” film is really “no good at all”.

over the past six months I have identified the kind of filmmaker//person I never want to be. I have felt grateful for invaluable mentorship and friendship and found clarity in poor advice. I have been treated with kindness when I haven’t met the deadlines and felt reenergized when screening dailies for eager eyes. interning with a production company has revealed to me that I am not an idiot and that the way we are doing “this” is not as amateur as I perceived it to be. I have become incredibly aware of how loved I am, and although it is fantastically depressing, knowing that that love will endure despite how terribly I fail is all I need to keep pushing myself to take risks and to run towards my most precious fear.

I am knee deep in celluloid (jk that would be insane) here in the cutting room and there are blue skies ahead~

first webisode coming later this week!

tralfamadorian//eisensteinian

there isn’t any particular relationship between the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. there is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. what we love…are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time. 

on the roller coaster ride