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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