Yesterday was the end of an era. Afters years of scripting, development, discussions, debates and denouements, the film my cousin has been working on premiered at the Edinburgh International Film Festival. Had I been more organised, I would have been there. However I wasn’t. Thankfully I am going tomorrow!
The Day of the Flowers is about two Glaswegian sisters who take their father’s ashes to Cuba in order to scatter them. They end up losing them. Beyond this, I know not until tomorrow night.
The fact this film is on is testament to the dedication of everyone involved. The process of putting the script together and going out and getting finance was long and arduous. It would have been easy to walk away.
It’s also a testament to the Film Festival. Actually getting a film onto a screen and filling seats in front of it can be harder than making the things in the first place. At the Cameo yesterday, and at CineWorld tomorrow the festival creates a platform for new, innovative and exciting filmmakers to screen the blockbusters of tomorrow. It breathes the oxygen of publicity into films which aren’t safe enough for the big distributors to back.
As for me, I had been somewhat dreading the offer of work I’d alluded to in my last post. With the stalwart guidance from MBH and my wonderful career coach at Penna consulting, I found the courage to decline the offer. Do I know what I’m worth? Do any of us? Maybe not. But I know what I’m not. And that’s what I was offered. So thanks, but no thanks. I’ve never not taken the first thing that came along. It feels right. It feels like being in control. And if that’s an illusion, it’s one I’m happy to be complicit in.
The Day of the Flowers didn’t make it to Cameo 1 by anybody doing the easiest thing. And thank god they didn’t. Expect a full report later this week. And if you can, I recommend taking a look tomorrow night.