Инстаграм @timaldengrant Tim Grant
10/10: The Deer Hunter - 1978 10 days? How about 59? But here it is. The last of my 10 picks. Of my 10 films on this list, 6 were released between 2000 and 2003, when I fell in love with movies and fell in love hard. I didn’t watch many movies before that time beyond family classics. I’ve found it challenging to catch up with the films I SHOULD know. When ‘The Godfather’ would come up in conversation I’d nod and smile and try to move onto talking about the next movie because I’d never seen it. But here’s the wonderful little accidental gift that the combination of my lack of worldliness growing up and my strange path to Los Angeles gave me. All the classic films that I should have seen by now play in LA on the big screen all the time. Call it cheesy but I’m going to think of it as fate that my first time seeing ’The Godfather’ was saved for the pristine @archlightcinema Hollywood instead of a 27” Zenith tube TV in my parents basement “formatted to fit your tv screen.” The film, to its testimate, lived up to expectations. The film that blindsided me, that I’m truly grateful for not having seen until watching an old 35mm print at @newbeverly last year, is The Deer Hunter. No one ever talked with me about this movie. Maybe it’s because it’s more difficult to praise or define than films like ‘The Godfather’ or ‘The Shining’. Whatever the reason, @emfuente and I walked in with little expectations or knowledge of what we were about to see. I was floored. Thanks for being patient with my list. Your comments helped me finish! #10daymoviechallenge
9/10: Big Night - 1996. I wish I had made this movie. That’s why it’s on the list. I listened to the podcast @filmspotting religiously about 10 years (it wasn’t called that back then). Big Night was on one of their top 5 movies about food. I’ve since watched it many times since and I like it more with every watch. An immigration story about food, family, ambition, tradition, and conviction. It explores the limits of American opportunity with hilarious and heartbreaking effect. #10daymoviechallenge
8/10: Searching for the Wrong Eyed Jesus - 2003 My friend and trusted source for good music and films, Casey ( @disorderedregion ), recommended this documentary to me. It’s the only doc that is going to make this list. My opinion of it has evolved just like my relationship with the South. Still, the first time I watched it was a big deal for me. It helped me hear music from the South that wasn’t “country”. It admired Christianity without endorsing it--commending the culture of good storytelling synonymous with the faith but not necessarily accepting the interpretations. Probably the thing that I like most about this film is the atmosphere. The music deserves a lot of credit for this. So does the odd structure of the film, like a curvy road you’ve never been down with moments of “sit back and let me tell you a story”. And then I was back at my Grandpa and Grandma's tiny self-built, cinder block house in the middle of the Ocala National Forest in central Florida. For that moment, I’ll always like this film. #10daymoviechallenge #itstakingme30days
7/10: All the Real Girls - 2003 The holidays completely derailed my list. I’m also notoriously bad at maintaining any kind of social media consistently. Whatever, if it’s alright with y’all I’ll go ahead and finish this thing out. I rented All the Real Girls from the great, and still kicking, @orbitdvd in West Asheville, NC, which I’m confident in saying in one of the best video rental shops in the country. Orbit had/has categories I had never seen before. “Films listed by director” “Criterion Collection” “Documentaries” “LGBTQ”. Ironically the category that had the biggest impact on me, specifically because of ‘All the Real Girls’, was “Made in NC”. It was the first time I really understood that films were made because I was seeing real places I knew on screen. And not just places. Situations I knew. People I knew. Families I knew. The melancholy feeling in the Appalachian mountains just after all the leaves are gone I knew. #10daymoviechallenge
6/10: Let the Right One In - 2008 First let me say that I love movies with snow. Maybe it’s being a kid of kids from Florida who always wanted snow but never got it. Or living in a place that could get snow, enough to do some decent sledding, or no snow all winter. I was glued to the weather channel between late November and early April praying for that light pink, ever-changing 3”-6” snow egg to find it’s way to Northern Georgia. This gives some context to me loving The Snowball Express, several snow episodes of Little House on the Prairie, Cool Runnings, Home Alone, Groundhog Day, Dumb and Dumber, Out Cold, Jeremiah Johnson, Ravenous, The Thing, Rare Exports. Snow really gets me. If Out Cold was about water skiing, I would have never even watched it. I saw Let the Right One In with @nlvitelli at the Asheville Carolina Cinemas before it became the Cinemark, after it was Regal Hollywood Cinemas. I could've walked right back into the next showing. For me, the scariest thing about this movie is what goes unsaid. There’s a strong undercurrent to the story, like you’re seeing the middle film in a long series, but there isn’t a series. Also, this movie has snow. P.S. please don’t talk to me about the remake. I’ve never watched it and never will watch it. It was made by fine creators and fine actors but the principle of it being made is what I can’t accept. Learn how to read subtitles for craps sake. #10daymoviechallenge
5/10: Lost in Translation - 2003 I watched Lost in Translation alone at a 10pm Carmike Cinemas showing in Asheville, NC. It was the first time I was the only person in the theatre. It seemed like an appropriate film for that to happen. I believe in the power of watching movies in a group. I saw ’The Raid’ at SXSW with 1000 people in 2012 and I wanted to choreograph @thefraze84, @sean_oconnell33, @russjhammond & I fighting our way out of the theatre and down the street. We all wanted that. We were pumped for hours and ate migas like someone kicked it into our faces. But when it comes to the films that I admire the most, the ones that stick with me, it seems they ask to be watched alone. There’s a freedom to connect when not faced with the pressure of friends/family enjoying their time. Lost in Translation was the first time I felt that full freedom. It was the perfect film to disappear into late at night. When I think back on that exact memory, it’s almost like I was there in Tokyo with the characters for those few weeks their paths crossed. #10daymoviechallenge
4/10: Waking Ned Devine - 1998 I’ve missed two days so technically I’ve already failed this challenge. Sorry, @claytweel. 10 movies in 13 days will have to be good enough. I’ve also been unknowingly breaking the rules by writing something about why these are my picks. Deepest apologies to the gatekeepers. So, Waking Ned Devine. I rented this movie from Silver Bullet Video in Brevard, NC. Blockbuster built a place right next to Silver Bullet, a clear sign of war. One day, as I was checking out my 5 for $5, the man that owned Silver Bullet said, in a hushed voice “I heard someone was tunneling underground and I wouldn’t be surprised if Blockbusters just collapsed soon, if you know what I mean.” It never collapsed. I never even got to see the tunnel he was digging. Silver Bullet went out of business shortly after that. I rented Waking Ned Devine because of the premise: a group of mostly elderly Irish people scamming the lotto. What I got was a movie about friendship. It also introduced me to the great Irish band The Waterboys. #10daymoviechallenge
3/10: Spirited Away - 2001 (2002 U.S. release) I learned about this film through my good friend Moriah who worked at the long lost Star Video off Broad St. in Brevard, NC. Moriah and his sisters had been Miyazaki fans for years and had somehow seen the subtitled version of Spirited Away before Disney dubbed it for theatres in 2002. They played it cool, but I could tell they loved it. I wanted to see it on the big screen but it wasn’t playing in Brevard, or Hendersonville where @emfuente lived, so the two of us drove down to Cherrydale Cinemas in Greenville, SC (also the only cinema with stadium seating anywhere around). From the very beginning every element of the film impressed me. The animation, the sound, the music, the colors. But the most powerful thing about it was the undeniable and intangible energy. I could feel the life inside Spirited Away, as if the characters and the world they lived in truly existed and Miyazaki was just making them visible to us. To this day it's my favorite theatre-going experience, now 16 years ago. For me, the spontaneity, adventure, and charisma of Miyazaki's films, especially Spirited Away, are unmatched. The irony that the film I think of as capturing the most life is animated is not lost on me. There’s something to it. I have my theories. #10daymoviechallenge
2/10: In the Bedroom - 2001. I saw ‘In the Bedroom’ at The Falls Theatre in Brevard, NC in 2001 with my dad. I was amazed by it. It seemed that my dad didn’t like it much but I actually think he liked it a lot, he just didn’t know how to talk with me about it. I’ll have to ask him next week. I immediately bought this movie when it came out on DVD and looked for any opportunity to share it or talk about it. Finally I had my chance. I was very active in a presbyterian church and helped run a small group for college-age people. The pastor over the group knew I was into film and asked me to pick a movie that we could breakdown and discuss afterwards. “I know just the movie” I said. No one knew this movie! It was going to be my gift to the group. They would commend me for having great taste and we would have a long and meaningful conversation about the subtext and the colors and the metaphors. About 12 people came and by the time the movie ended there was only 6 left including the two people that lived where we watched it. No one wanted to discuss the film, they just wanted to go home. Maybe that’s what I love about this movie, it’s hard to know what to say after watching it. #10daymoviechallenge
In honor of the great institution that is “10 Movies That Inspired You to Make Movies” and out of respect for the nomination by the talented @claytweel, I will post an image from each of my picks plus a few words about why I chose them. 1/10: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon - 2000. This was the first movie I watched that made me want to make movies. Really want to. Sure I loved movies before the year 2000. When the Star Wars films were re-released in 1997 my parents took me to the tiny theatre in Blairsville, GA and (in spite of the tasteless additions I didn’t notice at the time) I loved them. 90’s comedies like ‘Groudhog Day’ and ‘Dumb and Dumber’ certainly had their impact. But it wasn’t until ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’ that I knew I wanted to at least try to make movies. At the time that meant buying a miniDV camera and making the most embarrassing videos imaginable. I once attempted to recreate this scene here. My good friend and filmmaking partner Mike Tangalakis and I had made a short documentary about being the first customers at the brand new Arby’s in Brevard, NC. The manager loved us and let us use our camera in the store all the time. It just so happened that there was a planter that divided one section of seating from another. It was elevated and had plants with long grass and a few shoots of bamboo. After eating a classic 5 for 5 meal, Mike, @nlvitelli, our fellow creative genius, and I constructed bad puppets out of straws and plastic cutlery and hummed Dun Tan’s perfect score as we moved our characters through the grass to emulate slow motion. It wasn’t good, but I was making something. I was 17. #10daymoviechallenge
I walked the wrong direction, and prematurely, attempting to get on stage and I looked back trying to figure out how to gracefully get out of my mistake as director Clay Tweel called up Darcell Trotter and I realized no one noticed me because everyone had risen to their feet to cheer Darcell to the stage and then all the work was worth it. Then I took this picture. The premiere and reception for ‘Out of Omaha’ was one of the best nights of my filmmaking life. @outofomahafilm @fireflyinc @dreamville #docnyc @docnycfest
Officially on the way to the fantastic @docnycfest for the premiere of our film ‘Out of Omaha’. 8 years in the making, this film would have never been completed without the commitment, patience, and openness of everyone who appears, especially Darcell and Darrell Trotter. Big thanks to director @claytweel for a job well done and for pulling me into the project (that lead to me moving to L.A.) and to producers @johnny_roads77 and @fireflyinc for all the hard work and many good times. I’m proud and grateful for @dreamville’s involvement and the creativity and collaboration of @scott_lazer. Also big shout out to @feltonamus for beautiful work on the poster. So many people to thank but about to fly in the sky to NY. Hope to see some of you there! #docnyc @outofomahafilm
A few things about my Granny. She was the slowest driver I’ve ever ridden in a car with. She loved cheeseburgers. She was easily surprised, which I took constant advantage of with good results, usually her yelling “Timmy!”, flailing her arms and then bursting out in laughter. She had a unique and pervasive style, something I didn’t appreciated until I came to understand just how hard that is to create for yourself. She wrote to me every month. She did the same for all 11 of her grandkids. I’ve always intended to write her back. I even have a to-do in my app that says “write Granny a letter”. She used powered milk, for some reason. My cousin Johnathan reminded me recently that she made her own cereal for a while in the 90’s. She loved Johnny Cash. She was an amateur photographer and took pictures of everything, not just the pretty moments, or the moments that you’d expect people to take pictures in, but the in-between moments, inarticulate and full of strange details. This picture was taken about a year and a half ago when I went to visit her after a work trip in Atlanta. I only had 45 minutes to spend with her before my flight home and I rushed back to her apartment. She wasn’t there. I looked around and found her getting her hair done. We talked the entire time and the 45 minutes was gone. I told her I had to go and she was truly sad and so was I. I still am. She was a strange bird and entirely herself. She loved us.
After over 80 days away, I’m officially heading home. Here’s hoping Pablo (the dog) has not forgotten me. It’s a real fear of mine.