NEW YORK—On Monday, I picked this up at Lincoln Center:
There it is, folks: my first film-festival press pass ever (and hopefully not the last one I'll ever get!)
Don't I look all professional in that photo? (Actually, don't answer that...)
Starting tomorrow, and within the next four weeks, I will be covering this year's New York Film Festival (running from Sept. 24 to Oct. 10) for Slant Magazine's blog offshoot The House Next Door. That is where you'll see my dispatches—and maybe I'll find some time to pool some of those initial impressions on this here blog, especially for films I see that I am not covering.
I've never covered a film festival before, but I've been told that this is a far more relaxed kind of festival than, say, the ongoing Toronto International Film Festival (which I hope to one day attend, after plans to do so this year fell through). Hopefully, then, I'll be able to handle the pressure of pooling my impressions in a reasonably timely manner. (I'm not the only one covering the festival for The House, so I'll have some help in that regard.)
Besides: Isn't that the kind of pressure that actual journalists have to deal with day-in and day-out? (Hey: If I can pull this off, anyone want to hire me to cover film festivals full time? Anyone?)
So if substantive blog updates here at My Life, at 24 Frames Per Second are sparse in the next few weeks...well, that's why. But, of course, I will link you all to my House Next Door posts as soon as they go up.
Wish me luck! I'm looking forward to whatever discoveries, pleasurable or not, await me in the next few weeks of film-festivallin'.
P.S. I know, I know: I haven't written much about my big move to Brooklyn this past weekend. Short version: I encountered the usual stresses, but overall it went pretty well; now I'm just trying to get myself all settled in, not to mention comfortable with the idea of living on my own. Longer version of that to come...eventually.