Sedona Film Festival: Days 1 & 2

            Early in January while at home one afternoon, I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. It was Patrick Schweiss, director of the Sedona Film Festival personally calling to congratulate me for the acceptance of Don’t Tell My Mom as part of their official selection for the 2016 festival! From this immediate first impression (the ordinary festival would've just sent an email), I could tell that this was going to be a special festival experience.

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            On top of being accepted, I was offered 6 free nights of lodging (!) and 2 all-access passes. I recruited my composer and former roommate Bryan Hume to join me on this adventure, and on Sunday February 21, we hit the road for a weeklong excursion in Sedona. We were in for a delight in every way possible!

Sunday

Best license plate ever

Best license plate ever

            Starting with a fantastic drive, 8 hours of catching up after months of Bryan and I not seeing each other, we made our way from LA/OC to Sedona, and made it to our lodging in time to catch a beautiful sunset. We stayed at the Briar Patch Inn, which was essentially a Zen mountain center: tucked away to the North of Sedona with beautiful grounds and a creek running by it. The woman who gave us our keys added to this mystique by the way she described the place. We’d learn that most of the other filmmakers were staying at more conventional hotels, some how we lucked out and stayed here!

This was where we stayed!

            After checking into this fantastic getaway (and plenty of honeymoon jokes) we treated ourselves to a delicious dinner at Pisa Lisa, a locally owned restaurant that we went to merely because it was close to the festival headquarters but it had some of the most delicious pizza flavors I’ve ever had! We loved it so much we ate here again later in the week.

Pisa Lisa pizza

Pisa Lisa pizza

            Now we checked into the VIP Lounge, got our passes, and enjoyed our first of the nightly parties hosted by the festival. Every night there would be a 9pm party at a new venue with free drinks and food! And we found out that lunch and dinner was served in the Lounge every day: including our breakfast served at the Inn, we wouldn’t have to pay for a single meal for the week! This is where the festival began to feel like an idyllic alternate reality.

            We found from the very first night that the parties were a fantastic way to meet a mixture of filmmakers, festival board members, VIP guests, and local residents. We befriended board member Lew Hoyt the first night and he’d continue to be one of our biggest supporters through the fest – he pitched our film better than we did! The festival currency was Lobby Cards (see photo below) and I am thankful to Eric Otten for the suggestion that I bring them to Sedona as a way to get the word out about the film. Things only could get better from here!

DTMM Lobby Card front and back

Monday

            Kicking off our first day with a 12pm showing of our film, Don’t Tell My Mom. This one was in the small theater and every seat was filled! The audience laughed at every joke and applauded tremendously: I’ve come to realize the film plays the best among crowds of people who have kids of their own. Screening followed with a Q+A with some great questions about writing, budget, production, music, credits, and more: we made sure to ham it up and make as fun of answers as possible since those are my favorite types of Q/A. When asked if we had told our moms about the film (a recurring question through the fest), Bryan got the biggest laugh when he said “My mom is pretty much the mom from this movie.”

            Our screening was followed by the documentary Very Semi-Serious, which is an in-depth look at the New Yorker cartoons and cartoonists. As someone who grew up with New Yorkers always around the house, this was an excellent look at their significance and creation, and how each one is an expression of the eccentric artists behind them. I also have a connection to the film’s DP Kirsten Johnson, who directed Cameraperson which was one of the best movies I saw at Sundance.

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            Next up we attended the world premiere of Lost & Found, due to the fact that we had met the director Joseph Itaya in line the night before: one of the best parts about the festival was meeting filmmakers and then scheduling their movies afterwards. Lost & Found is essentially a Hardy Boys novel come to life, with some great family-friendly mystery and spectacular locations in the Pacific Northwest. Cary Elwes (The Princess Bride, Saw) plays the ultimate Scooby-Doo style villain and has a blast doing so. The film was accompanied by the short We Detected Your Footage May Be Shaky, and I loved how the festival usually programmed shorts with features as an opportunity to see more projects!

            We enjoyed catered lunch and dinner in the VIP Lounge with a new restaurant every day – only one day didn’t provide vegetarian options, but otherwise the food was always delicious! Equally as important, these were the best chances to meet people throughout the week.

            Next up was a program not in the world of film but that of theater: Dr. Keeling’s Curve is a one-man-show starring Mike Farrell (who I admittedly hadn’t heard of but was a star on MASH) as the scientist who first started researching carbon dioxide. The play was a terrific exploration of one man’s life in parallel with the increasingly dangerous climate change and global warming. I appreciated how up-to-date the play felt, including mention of the effect of the meat industry, the frozen methane, and the current refugee crisis which are all related to the bigger issue at hand. I hope that this message can reach audiences all over the country, and had a chance to meet Mike Farrell and thank him at the after party.

Mike Farrell in "Dr. Keeling's Curve"

Mike Farrell in "Dr. Keeling's Curve"

            By the 9pm party it had already felt like we’d been here for a long time but it had barely been 24 hours! We’d often run into the festival director, Patrick Schweiss, who is the heart and soul of the Sedona festival, and his exuberant energy exemplifies how wonderful an experience this place is. A huge highlight of this night’s party was that I met Christa, the manager of Horsin’ Around Adventures. After a nice conversation, she set us up with a horseback ride for the next day!

Adventuring to the Bay of Quinte and the inaugural Hollywood North Film Festival

A lengthy summary of my experience last weekend heading to a festival screening Don't Tell My Mom. Please enjoy!
Festival information: http://www.hnff.ca/

Day 1 (The Journey Over)

            My trip to Belleville began at 4:00am with my first ever Über ride (I officially live in LA now) to LAX catching my flight to Chicago. I had no idea that I was in for one of the most hectic travels days I have yet encountered. Upon landing in Chicago, I casually strolled through O’Hare airport and decided to ask for help to find my gate. My flight from Chicago ® Toronto was on a small airline, Porter Airways, so I would probably need to do some walking.
            As I asked the info desk, I noticed something that I had failed to register so far: this flight was flying out of Midway airport, not O’Hare! My situation quickly changed from relaxed to frantic:
            “How far away is Midway?!”
            “An hour an a half by train”
            “My flight leaves in that amount of time!”
           Without any hesitation I ran out the airport, hopped in the nearest cab, and told him to step on it across town to Midway airport, with every second counting! As someone from Denver, I never questioned there might by two different airports I would be using in the same city. If there’s any benefit to this honest mistake, it’s that now that I’ve made it and you are reading this, it will prevent the mistake from happening again.
            My cab driver was not in as much of a hurry as I was, and still had important updates to check on his cell phone as he drove. Regardless, we made it across town in a solid 50 minutes, not bad considering the traffic, and with 25 minutes until departure. I paid with cash and booked it through the airport, cutting the security line as politely as one can, thankful for the fact that nobody was skeptical of my urgency. Running for the last segment, I made it with 10 minutes until boarding, catching my breath with relief. My fellow passengers seemed amused by my crazy mishap that had brought me here.

            After a relatively brisk flight to Bishop Billy Airport in Toronto, I took the shuttle to Union Station and made it right on time to catch the final leg of the trip: a train! Complete with wi-fi, food for purchase, and a porter whom I befriended, the sparsely full train was a terrific way to experience the beautiful countryside. In comparison to the endless urban jungle of Southern California, the train offered a spectacular view of green pastures alongside the vast Lake Ontario. The 6:00pm (or should I say 18:00) sunlight could not have made it any more picturesque.


           Over the course of today’s journey, I watched Beyond the Lights on my computer, one of last year’s critically acclaimed movies. It’s a great film and had I seen it sooner I would have recommended it more. Essential viewing for anyone interested in media representation of women and non-white individuals, and manages to cover an entire gauntlet of extremely relevant topics all while remaining a powerful love story. I also just watched What Happened Miss Simone? on Netflix and Nina Simone’s music plays a pivotal role in this film so was happy to have context. Both those movie are streaming on Netflix - I highly recommend them.
            As I exited the train at 7:30pm I was met by a woman I only recognized by her Hollywood North Film Festival (HNFF) badge. “Are you Nelson?” she asked: this was festival organizer Jacob’s mother! She was here to take me to the opening night.
            A common theme from the festival itself begins here – this is a new festival and everyone involved strove to express a strong feeling of community and a welcoming attitude. I was picked up in a 1970 Monte Carlo by Jacob’s mother and a driver, and taken directly over to the Empire Theater where opening night was just beginning. I dropped off my bag behind the counter and was immediately brought in for an interview regarding my film.

The Empire Theatre in Belleville, Ontario

            I began to meet as many different people as I could, nearly all of whom were from the Bay of Quinte region. Everyone was quite surprised to see that I had made it in all the way from Los Angeles – it’s the other side of a continent after all - after today’s journey I can see how it seems so far. I met another student filmmaker, Nick Roy, who had his film in the festival as well, and we headed inside for the feature.
            The opening night film was a Swedish movie called The Philosopher King. I had many critiques of the film but was able to talk through with Nick whom I sat next to. After the film ended, the festival volunteers offered to take me to my accommodations. Two volunteers, both age 18, offered to drive me to my AirBnb. Ironically enough neither were from Belleville so I ended up giving them directions because I had looked it up in anticipation of walking there after the festival.

            I met Heidy, my AirBnb host, who rightfully so has immaculate reviews on the website. A Swiss born woman, Heidy has lived in Belleville for 40 years and is retired. She not only has an empty bedroom she uses for AirBnb, but also hosts 2 foster children and 2 adults with mental disabilities. I was greeted with fresh fruit in my room, a cozy bed, and the promise of a hot breakfast in the morning. After a long day of travel, I could hardly ask for more: I made it to Belleville!