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Pony: f*cking with stars
9.12.2005
Nothing makes you feel more like a provincial Canadian than standing among celebrity hounds snapping pictures of visiting actors.
Friday night I worked at the film festival party that CHUM hosts, the Star! Schmooze, taking pictures of famous-seeming folk and uploading them to the website. I took this picture of Chloe Sevigny and she is totally preggers.
There were hordes of autograph and photo seekers behind the barricade, many of whom would scream for autographs only to ask me:
"who was that?"
me: I've no idea. looked familiar, tho.
"She knows, but she's NOT ALLOWED to tell us"
Me: no, really. I think he was in Kill Bill, but I don't really know.
"That is what THEY TOLD YOU to say!"
THEY? Who are you people? I really don't know! I work on the WEBSITE.
At any rate, I got some good pics for the website, and chatted with some funny folks in the crowd.
But then some famous-looking dude got beckoned to where I was standing by an autograph seeker who jeered: "Hey man, next time I would show up with a girlfriend or something. Gives people the wrong idea, if you know what I mean."
The celeb's face fell, but he did not respond. It was brutal. Why do these people line up for a peek at the famous, ony to insult them or behave like freaks? Is it the thrill in having an impact on them? Like making the silverbacked gorilla throw turds at you at the zoo? "I did that!"
The next morning, kiff and I went to see the 9am screening of short films. Sarah's movie, Berlin, was among them, and it was beautiful, and that observation is not biased.
Friday evening, I went to see the gala screening of Terry Gilliam's new film Tidelands. It was...it was...uncomfortably weird at times. Gorgeous and creatively imagined in others. I don't know if I liked it. I doubt it will get wide distribution. It is completely unlike Brazil or Twelve Monkeys except for its distopian quality.
The rest of the weekend we mostly avoided the fest. Made a big pot of chili. Played dao dai. Went to the island with the intention or renting a boat, only to hear the boat rental season is closed.
Instead we rode the fabulous antique rides in centreville, including the sky trolley that takes you above the trees, the 'scrambler' that is this homemade tilt-a-whirl in a barn, and the windmill ferris wheel that I could have stayed on forever. So nostalgic and low-key for an amusement park.
We almost went on the swans, cuz there is a picture of Lisa as a toddler with our father on one of the very same swans, but instead we just walked around and cooed at all the freaking adorable kids on the rides. Little kids. In little cars. "driving" with these blase looks on their faces like grownups stuck in traffic.
