Beer, BBQ and Bullock
For at least one young filmmaker, the thought of industry attention at this years South by Southwest Film Festival and Conference in Austin, Texas, proved too much to handle. Three days into the fest, at the end of a program featuring student films from the University of Texas, a festival volunteer rushed out of the Dobie Theater where local film hero Richard Linklaters Slacker had its legendary first run to call security. Inside, a director had instigated a fistfight with the projectionist over the screenings faulty sound and framing. Witnesses to the altercation later said the frustrated student ran up the aisle, shouting, "The distributors are leaving, the distributors are leaving!"
The fifth annual South by Southwest kicked off on Friday the 13th under gray, drizzling Austin skies. Only 5 years old and born with a brand name, this younger sibling of the monstrous South by Southwest Music Festival has in recent years grown significantly not just in size but in national prominence. "Youre starting to see a lot of films that are getting their first attention here," said Linklater, who cited the reception forIn the Company of Men
at last years SXSW, not its Sundance screenings, as a major factor in the films eventual distribution. The fight at the Dobie is worth recounting mainly because its indicative of everything SXSW was not. Despite heightened expectations, the four days of panel discussions and eight days of screenings proved far from a frenzied, dog-eat-dog market. Instead, it had the air of a genial meet-and-greet, where regional filmmakers and acquisition reps from L.A. and New York put names with faces in a relatively stress-free environment. Informal gatherings sprung up at Austins four downtown theaters, in convention-center halls, at local barbecue joints, and in the varied and plentiful bars of this state capital/college town. And in between pints of Shiner Bock and sliced beef, there was still plenty of time to catch many of the festivals 148 documentaries, features, shorts, experimental works and music videos screened in competition and out. (Prizes include lab time and a plaque.) "Its not an industry pressure cooker," said Linklater, who was back in his hometown for a few days for a panel discussion and for the world premiere of his latest film,The Newton Boys
, which came complete with klieg lights, Sandra Bullock and screaming fans. "Its
the kind of thing Texans dont get a whole lot of," Linklater said of the premiere, adding that attitude at SXSW is something equally rare. "I think its in the spirit that filmmakers go to see other peoples films. Its good to see that kind of camaraderie." To a certain extent, this casual, supportive atmosphere stems from the festivals roots within the homegrown, do-it-yourself ethic that first put Austins film community on the map. For Nancy Schafer, SXSWs executive director, the fest wouldnt work if it werent for the decadelong efforts of Linklater and others, through the Austin Film Society, to build a local scene. "Its all owed to them, really," explained Schafer. "Their vision is why theres such an incredible film culture here. [The festival] is always going to be a regional thing in a sense. The growth of regional filmmaking all over the country, thats what were about." Not that all growth is encouraged. On a Saturday-afternoon panel titled "Whither Alternative" a sour pun, indeed indie mavens like John Pierson and Robert Hawk tried to cool down the production fever that has resulted in what many see as a glut of independent films. They exhorted their audience to have patience, and to learn their craft before jump ing into their first feature. While there were many films at SXSW by directors who could have benefited by such advice, the festival had its share of engaging new work. Screened in the feature competition, writer-director Julie Lynchs feature debut,Remembering Sex
, strikes a few preachy notes but is ultimately an unflinching, compassion ate look at three New York girlfriends who confront their various sexual histories when a male friend is diagnosed with AIDS. At the films emotional center, however, is Christine Harnos strong performance as Josie, an artist whos unable to pull herself out of a downward spiral of hard drinking and one-night stands. After the films second screening, the unassuming Lynch took the theaters capacity audience aback when she revealed that the story is partly autobiographical. "I used to drink a lot, I used to fuck a lot," she told the crowd, adding that she wanted to express "what its like to be a promiscuous woman" whose behavior turns self-destructive. "Its like rape," said Lynch, "like raping yourself." On a lighter note was director Bob Byingtons second feature, the hilariously deadpanOlympia
, which played out of competition. The films offbeat story begins when Olympia (Carmen Nogales), a soap-opera star in Mexico, heads north to follow her lifelong dream of becoming an Olympic javelin thrower. Once across the border, this intensely insular, driven woman sparks the ambition of a directionless loser (Jason Andrews) who becomes her coach. In addition to Andrews sublime performance, this 82-minute film is so packed with little human touches that its easy to overlook the unlikely circumstances that hold the two main characters together. On the documentary front, which show cased some of the festivals most effective experiences, director Ruth LeitmansAlma
led the pack. Taking the Maysles brothersGrey Gardens
as her model, Leitman drops us into a sometimes humorous, sometimes harrowing free fall as she records the complex relationship between a singer named Margie and her deeply eccentric mother, Alma. Although Alma initially comes off as a harmless character, a lovable Southern oddball, as the film progresses, intimations of sexual and physical abuse grow ever stronger until the familys darkest secrets are laid bare. Kyle Henrys 52-minute crowd-pleasing doc,American Cowboy
, is an intimate, engaging portrait of gay rodeo star Gene Mikulenka. While following the indefatigable Mikulenka for three months, Henry captures not only his coming to terms with grief (his favorite horse dies) and joy (he gets engaged), but the delicate negotiations that must go on between filmmaker and subject, especially one whos still struggling with the process of coming out to his family. Directed by Tim Kirkman,Dear Jesse
is a sharp, witty and moving personal essay in which the filmmaker tries to find some common ground between himself as a gay man and right-wing demagogue Jesse Helms. Beginning with the obvious they were both raised in the same small town, and theyre both "obsessed with homosexual men" Kirkman goes deeper as he attempts to broaden his sense of self while genuinely trying to understand Helms and his supporters. Of these five films, onlyDear Jesse
came to SXSW with a distributor and onlyDear Jesse
left with one. Near the festivals end, though, Nancy Schafer maintained that she had received calls from several distributors who were interested in showing some of the festival films to their colleagues back on the coasts. For the sake ofOlympia
, lets hope so. Its hard not to get caught up in the regional boosterism that underpins much of SXSWs mission, and many filmmakers were happy for the chance to premiere their films for kindred audiences, away from the hype and agendas of festivals more intensely focused on the deal. But the question remains: How will these small, truly independent-minded films play in executive screening rooms hundreds of miles away? And if the films and their makers do become the next Linklater (whoseNewton Boys
was produced by Twentieth Century Fox), what will become of the festival itself? What SXSW had going this year, a healthy balance between industry presence and indie spirit, may prove impossible in years to come. Maybe even undesirable. One only had to stick around until Wednesday, when the South by Southwest Music Festival got under way, to understand. Although screen ings continued on for another four days, the horde of lawyers, record-company execs, managers, hopeful artists et al. who descended on Austin literally swept the filmgoers away. The film festival didnt peter out, so much as disappear.
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