Cinetrix here. What this means, sadly, is that barring any last-minute cheapo fares, I will not be at Tribeca, athough I am credentialed [thanks, Aaron] and everything. It's the end of the semester, and there are various pesky, noncinematic responsibilities requiring my attention closer to home.
One of which I discharged yesterday. See, a couple months back, I offered to prescreen films for a traveling series that brings filmmakers with their films on a barnstorming tour. Oh, how those selections stared accusingly at me from their box as I gamely tried to find time to watch them all. But now they're finally winging their way back to the arts council, and I can again watch films without a sense of obligation.
Also, I've seen the long list, and I plan on lobbying shamelessly for Tara Wray's Manhattan, Kansas when the committee meets next month. Tara and I played e-mail tag all last summer about her film, and each time I, to my shame, managed to drop the ball. I have a 45-minute rough cut, but I am really looking forward to seeing the whole film.
