Summer is here in Portland and I am feeling the itch to get out and go wild. In the woods, at the beach- WHATEVER.
There will be an escape soon.
Until then (probably wednesday).
Summer makes me think of……….Michael Moore………….
I am serious.
He lives in Northern Michigan.
You’ll see him crusin’ around Traverse City (my home town)- all the time. Seated in the lobby of the State Theatre- full blue sweat suit- baseball cap- hangin’ out. He is great.
I love him. I love his politics. I love his love for film. I love the full blue sweat suit.
After he won the oscar for Bowling for Columbine the T.C. local government threw him a lil’ party at the Park Place Hotel. I was (of course) working at the Park Place. The party was held in this tiny room off the lobby.
In walks Michael- blue sweat suit, big red duffel bag, this bag was huge- but empty,
The big red gross duffel bag was the carrying case for his OSCAR……..
That was some years ago.
Since then this guy has helped launch a kick-ass film festival in Traverse City- and subsequently given me some of the the best times in my life yet.
A couple of years ago there was a Stanley Kubrick theme to the festival- ALL KUBRICK, ALL ORIGINAL REELS.
Saw this one:
Paths of Glory
Bike riding, movie watching, sun shiny happiness…….
The duffel bag moment and the encounters that would follow have confirmed that this guy understands the bullshit of hollywood- all the self importance- all the self stroking….it’s weird.
He also understands the power and the importance of film, the beauty seated in the collective experience of creation and in sharing the creation.
He’s found a way to exist in the mix and in my estimation, has used Hollywood as a vehicle in expediting some conversations that NEED to be had.
He showed my favorite film of all time some months back- I was able to watch it on the big screen-I love him for this too.