The title of my post and category is from the countdown leader of a film I spliced together, while I was a projectionist at the San Rafael Theater. Now called the very long, Christopher B. Smith Rafael Film Center - which is what happens when you are a non-profit organization and someone gives you money you desperately need, we are grateful. BUT …If I had a lot of money, I wouldn’t want something named after me, well…. maybe a cute bug discovery, scientific-like binkusbugi, not like that poor spider named stephencolberti
It was an interesting place to work with exciting old and new independent movies every week, and I was able to watch most of them, safely behind the glass, in a hot dark room, letting my tears flow as free as a dog taking a pee. I don’t think there was one week without a depressing tear-jerker, or a movie like Winged Migration that played so long I think I memorized the bird’s routes myself.
I still watch as many movies as I can, since I find them to be the ultimate form of expression. Imagery, music, editing and dialogue can make for one of the most powerful experiences I’ve ever had within the art world. There are too many extaordinary movies for me to keep to myself, along with some of the hilarious projectionist mishaps. If you haven’t been a projectionist, you have no idea what a slave to the film god one becomes…..
