Lucky for me, the pre-awards season slew of free movies coincides with the pre-pilot season sucking sounds of the last of my savings leaving my bank account (don’t worry – I’ll be working my ass off very, very soon).
I’m a member of IFP/West (now FilmIndependent), so although we don’t get fancy screeners sent to us like the Academy Awards (TM) folks do, I still get to go out and see a bunch of free movies – some good, some not.
My only complaint is that there aren’t any screenings during the day on weekdays for those of us who are
unemployed slugs between projects. Some of the “buzz” movies are impossible to get into, so a daytime screening would really up my odds of getting to see, say, Pan’s Labyrinth without having to shell out 12 bucks that, quite frankly, I’m not willing to spend just right now.
On a completely unrelated note, It’s also really, really cold in LA – I mean objectively cold, not California cold. This morning, when I ventured out of my house at O-dark-thirty to move the car because of the street cleaning, there was ice on the windshield. Ice. In Los Angeles.
Before those of you in colder climates condemn us here in SoCal for being wimps, let me remind you that most of us don’t own any really warm clothing (I have warm stuff for work, but nothing I can wear out in civilized life), or heavy insulation in our homes (my place, built in 1923, has no insulation at all), because normally we just don’t need it.
I should have known it was going to turn cold – the cat’s grown such an immense winter coat that she looks like a cotton ball. I thought it was funny as hell last week when it was 90 degrees F (32 C), but who’s laughing now?