September 20, 1998

HONEYMOON screened at the film market today; Robin came in on one of my guest passes to stand at the door with me and help me deal with the onslaught of buyer attention that never materialized.  People dropped into the screening room every so often and left a while later; I don't know if any of the audience stayed from beginning to end.  Everyone at the market tells you that you shouldn't mind the walking out, that it's standard market procedure; but I suspect that my walkout rate was higher than normal.  The technical quality of the projection was rather poor--not enough light on the screen and poor treble response from the sound system.  Afterwards, I had only one note in my mailbox about the screening: someone from Film Fest New Haven said that "HONEYMOON looks interesting."  Which is nice.  Maybe I'll hear from other attendees later--I'm not sure exactly how it works.

Mitchell Banks, the distributor who expressed interest in my film, showed up at the market today, and seems more positive than before--he's now talking about the possibility of booking the film in NYC.  (He thinks I may have made a mistake in letting Blue Sky and Anthology show the film, because other more important venues might require a U.S. or NYC premiere.  I couldn't imagine turning anyone down after all these dry months, though.)  I'm supposed to call him after I return from Blue Sky and set up a meeting.

I walked up and accosted my first buyer today--Jeff Lipsky  of Samuel Goldwyn, a major player in indie film--but just talked to him about Mitchell Banks (who distributes a film he directed) and didn't mention HONEYMOON.  I'm starting to feel a bit disgusted with my timidity--I've got to push myself a little harder.  So far most of the publicity materials that I worked so hard on have gone to waste--no press kits or videos have been requested, and traffic in postcards and business cards has been light.

I ducked into a few films today and was surprised at how unenjoyable I found most of them.  I had no clue how many filmmakers at the market would be brash young just-out-of-college males, and how many of the films have as their raison d'etre the spectacle of young males congratulating themselves on their brash, post-collegiate qualities.  Some of these films are more competent than others, but it hardly matters.

I skipped tonight's party and stayed home with Donna.  The market life is exhausting, and I need to start taking breaks.

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