Holy jeepers, Batgirl, what a list! Between you and me, here’s who I’ve got so far:
Ah, this is exciting! So many ladies! So many movies! So many exclamation points!!
A few days ago, I had a conversation with a friend in which we tried to name our favorite women filmmakers, and then tried to name any women filmmakers, without reference points (like IMDb or that list on wikipedia). I was frankly embarrassed and ashamed at how few we came up with. For this and a number of other reasons, I’ve decided to dedicate December to women in film and need your recommendations! Preferably directors but screenwriters and cinematographers are good too. Bonus points for filmmakers outside the US, and those in the business pre-1980.
Also taking suggestions for an alliterative title that does not have the word dick in it.
The only thing I’m worried about with my new job is that it’s already looking like the kind of thing that will suck up all my mental energy (unlike the boring crap I’ve been doing the last few years), meaning I will no longer be able to spend most of my waking hours daydreaming about movies and drafting all my writing in my head. :(
The school introduced me to the church, St Patrick’s old cathedral on Mott St. I found some peace there. I found a little bit of protection. Because in Queens, the house wasn’t a big house, but to a child, you could always hide out a little bit if there’s problems in the family, people coming over - you could always kind of disappear. [In the apartment in Little Italy] you couldn’t disappear, and you couldn’t say anything, because you’re the youngest. It was pretty tough.
So I go in the church and became fascinated by the rituals of the mass. I can’t tell you, inside that cathedral, the sense of peace. It was quite amazing.
Of course, my father didn’t know what the hell to do with me (I hardly saw him), so he was forced to take me to the movies. In fact, I got to see him more in Manhattan than I did in Queens. He took me to the movies all the time. And the ritual of going to the movies with your father, it didn’t even matter the movie that you saw. And there was a sense of peace there too. You have faith when you go in the church, and you have faith when you go in the movie theater too. And because of that, you’re taken on a road, you’re taken on a trip, you’re taken on a journey. The posters outside sell you dreams, you know, and you go in there and the dream is real. And then if you’re sharing these very strong emotions with your father whom you don’t really talk to very much…this was the main line of communication.