THE MARINA EXPERIMENT - RT 17:47
Music - MICK HARVEY
Narration Director - ETTORE SIRACUSA
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REVIEWS
"… a far broader work than rehashing discourtesy and Oprah-izing her life… a subtler view of non-physical child abuse. I remain convinced that her work is of great import and her rendering superb. I believe she seeks to fearlessly confront the subtle nature of abuse and the mercilessly complex blood trail that leads to the victims. Everyone should view this work."
- Guy Neal Williams, BRINK.com - read
"This is a very important piece in the literature of abuse that I think should be seen by everyone who has survived abuse and everyone who is planning on having children."
- David Scharff, DAVIDSCHARFF.com
"Truly a haunting and important and sad work."
- Dustin Schell, filmmaker DUSTINSCHELL.com
"Especially creepy and sad and moving and touching. Unusual and fascinating."
- Reviewer Unknown, STUMBLEUPON.com
"Your film is astonishing. I love it, really sad, witty and poignant. Love the use of repetition. Has moments where I felt like I was being indoctrinated."
- Jane Pollard, IAINANDJANE.com
"Not recommended for children."
- Professor, age 45
FILM FESTIVAL SCREENINGS 2009
CANNES Short Film Corner - May 14 to 22
NEWFILMMAKERS Summer Series
Wednesday July 1 at 6 pm
ANTHOLOGY FILM ARCHIVES
32 Second Avenue @ 2nd Street
New York City
admission $6
SUPERSHORTS International Film Festival - July 7 to 12
Thursday July 9 at 1:30 pm
Pheonix Cinema
52 High Road East
Finchley, London N2 9PJ
United Kingdom
WASHOUGAL International Film Festival - August 12 to 16
Friday August 14 at 8 pm
The Hall
Washougal High School
1201 39th St.
Washougal, WA 98671
MELBOURNE UNDERGROUND FILM FESTIVAL (MUFF) - August 22 to 30
Closing Night screening and Q&A
INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL IRELAND- September 6 to 12
Sunday September 6
Knocklofty House,
Clonmel,
County Tipperary,
Ireland
GALLERY INSTALLATION 2009
CHAIR AND THE MAIDEN
19 Christopher Street
New York City
212 255 0562
Art Live 2009
September 3 - October 4
Wednesday, September 30 - screening
BLOG
I SEE
Posted on June 29, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles
When I was 12, I noticed a flaw on the top of my foot. An enormous brown spot. Dark and intrusive. Blaring.
Today, at 49, that same spot looks small and faded.
As a teenager I took a life drawing class. First day, the teacher asked everyone to draw a small circle then hold it up for others to see. Everyone’s small circle was a different size.
What a valuable lesson.
LADY MARM ALOT
Posted on June 19, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles
Starched hair tight lips and rouge. Sand colored orthopedic peep toe shoes with skin tone peds. Nobody’s skin tone that I’ve ever seen.
She caught me staring at her. I couldn’t help myself. I pretended to shift my gaze slightly right of her face but the moment she looked away I had to look back. Her pancake makeup was the best of its kind. Unlike the acute coral rouge, her lips were sand colored, perhaps to match her shoes.
I’d like to get back to the hair. How can I describe it? Default brown. Swept up and over like a tsunami shooting back off her forehead. Shaped into a protective hat of tense matted curls landing firmly at the base of her neck, asphyxiated with sticky laminating spray and held even more in place with a bobby pin or two.
I one strict movement she stood up and exited the bus.
OBITUARY LIMERICK
Posted on June 15, 2009 - Filed Under The Marina Experiment
I once had a father named Abe
who treated me like a hot babe
he lecherously stared
while he photographed me bare
so my home felt like Abu Ghraib
PASSING A STONE
Posted on June 7, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles
Breaking up. The pain was insufferable. But when I slowed down enough to scrape him off the bottom of my shoe it was like I’d taken a hundred pound dump. I felt fantastic! So much lighter! No more cramp in my gut!
In retrospect, what seemed so grueling was simply inconvenient. I was overwhelmed with choices. Should I stay in the apartment? Should I try to rent the living room as office space to cover half the rent? Should I move to another apartment in Manhattan? Should I move to another country? Should I get an Australian to marry me? Should I re-invent myself? Should I redo my resume? Should I sign up for online dating again? Should I adopt a cat? Should I foster a cat? Should I try to make new friends? Should I socialize more? Should I finish my film? Should I keep working on my website? Should I write a book? Should I get a Tibetan Terrier?
Once I realized that when I’m alone I am very productive, I got excited. But it was hard to get to that point. First I had to get angry. He is a cheap lying cheating selfish childish coward! And he smells bad! He’s had bad breath since the day I met him. And I kept trying to make that go away. Why did I choose to believe him? I ignored every red flag. I made excuses for him. His lies were so flimsy. I was so flimsy. I love the word flimsy. Did I think he was the best I could get? Did I think he was the only thing I could get? Why do I think so little of myself? I must remember not to do this again. I forget. I get weak. I get lonely. I compromise. I hate myself. I lose myself. I forget who I am.
One year later I am writing in this blog and my film is going to festivals. I am working on a book and two screenplays. I have been very productive. I think maybe I’m ready to open my heart again. I think maybe.
AN ACCIDENT?
Posted on June 4, 2009 - Filed Under Human Foibles
Heavy bags, laptop, I hailed a cab. “You might wanna go over to 10th as soon as you can” – he turned on the next block – “Thank you.”
I touched the screen where it says ‘off’ as fast as I could. The cab fell quiet and I was so pleased. I glommed on to the ‘oh shit’ handle. A few blocks later the impact caused me to lurch forward and yell “Jesus Christ!” My hand shot up to shield my neck. The cab driver immediately pulled over asking if I was okay. He opened my door and asked me again if I was okay. Did I want an ambulance. Did I hit my head. Did I want some water. He pulled a cold one out of a pouch in the front seat. He gave me his name, phone and medallion # on a piece of paper. First name looked Russian. Last name, Portuguese maybe. French? I can’t remember ever having a French cab driver. There was something nice looking about him. He said not to worry his insurance covers everything he’s been doing this for 22 years. He asked for my name and number so I could be his witness. Although his English was fine, he seemed to struggle to pronounce my name so I said it like they would in Italy – Mah-ree-nah – with a slight roll to the r. He repeated me and understood. Read more
THE TRANS PLANT
Posted on April 29, 2009 - Filed Under Bright Ideas
I received the re-gifted orchid plant in December, my favorite season because the leaves have all fallen and it gives my allergies a rest.
Not being horticultural, I planned on enjoying the orchid plant while it lasted. I placed it on the windowsill by my stove where it got an occasional streak of sunlight and I watered it whenever I remembered. Without the flowers it’s not so showy, which I like.
It is now May. The branches are bark brown and winter spindly and the entire plant is covered in a thick coating of grease from the New Zealand lamb chops I enjoy cooking in a pan on my stovetop. Just last week I watered the orchid plant for the first time in months I’m sure, and I noticed that it had sprouted two new hearty green leaves and several new spindly little branches. It’s greasy exterior makes it look moist. I am so pleased that it lives.
AGGRESSIVE SHOES
Posted on April 26, 2009 - Filed Under Bright Ideas
At first I thought they were ugly. Then I got used to seeing them. Then I went to a fancy shoe store and tried a pair on.
Today I am lounging around my apartment in my brand new amazingly sexy shoes. They look fantastic with the WWII nurse uniform I won on eBay. I warned my downstairs neighbor that I would be marching back and forth all day in an effort to wear them in, and he asked if he could come upstairs and see them. Throughout the day, I removed one shoe at a time and inspected the argumentative indents carved into the tops of my feet by the extra tight laces and elastic. After a while you don’t feel the pain anymore.
They are worth it. They make me feel ten years younger. They make me feel dead cool.
I SMELL, YOU STINK
Posted on April 21, 2009 - Filed Under This Burns Me Up
I don’t want my shampoo to smell like coconut. And I don’t want my lipstick to taste like watermelon. And I don’t want my poop to be masked with the smell of vanilla. And I don’t want my laundry to smell like fake sickly sweet flowers. The world used to smell natural. Like nothing in particular. In the 70’s you could stop at any gas station and buy a car deodorizer to hang from your rear view mirror that smelled like pussy. At least someone had a sense of humor back then.
BETE NOIRE
Posted on April 19, 2009 - Filed Under This Burns Me Up
My neighbors watch Battlestar Gallactica with the volume so high it sounds like someone is rattling a metal garbage can filled with ping pong balls in my bedroom. They also listen to something they call music that has a repetitive drumming head banging bass booming college dorm room kinda feel. Basically they disturb the peace. My peace. My back arched and my fur hackled and I hissed and the problem resolved itself. For now.
THE THOUGHT THAT DOESN’T COUNT
Posted on April 11, 2009 - Filed Under This Burns Me Up
THE EMPTY PROMISE
If it is not within your power or honest desire to guarantee that a particular thing will happen, please don’t bestow me with your “good intentions.” I am gullible and hopeful and so easily disappointed.
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