SXSW is officially three days in..and I have yet to update! I apologize, but sometimes you get so involved you forget the other things in your lives like jobs. And it is my job to keep you informed, so please forgive me.
To be honest, Friday I did nothing SXSW. I sat in my apartment, napped, got chores done and pretty much did not leave my hermit crab shell. It was awesome. I know I probably should have been hawking my blog but instead I chose to sit in my undies and watch Oprah. It was great.
Saturday–Two amazing documentaries.
1. Becoming Santa. This doc was centered around a man who is searching for Christmas spirit after his Christmas-loving parents pass away. He decides that the best way to find Christmas spirit will be to become a Santa for a season. He goes to Santa school, buys a personal suit, and does various volunteer (and some paid) jobs as Santa. Along the way, we meet other ‘Santas’ from around the country, and I have to say, this is quite an untapped subculture. It was probably some of the funniest stuff I had seen up until then. VERY funny. And while it is funny, it is also very heartwarming. It is honest, dramatic, but also very real.
I thought it was absolutely WONDERFUL! Plus it puts you in the Christmas spirit. That’s always great!
2. The Other F Word. Later Saturday night I went to see a music doc, The Other F Word. I was first in line to see it, and was totally stoked. The film centers around men in the punk scenes in the last 70s through the 90s, and their progression as people: more specifically, the other F word the film talks about is ‘Fatherhood’. Most closely it follows the current life of Jimmy Lindberg of the iconic 90s punk band, Pennywise.
It is a film about all these punk dads who have to justify their positions as former anti-authoritarians, to suddenly becoming the ultimate authorities. They attempt to reconcile cursing (which great split screens of Jimmy cursing on stage, and then his daughter getting in trouble for using the word ‘turdhead’), giving double standards to their daughters, and moving tour dates around to attend ‘Daddy-Daughter Dances’. Perhaps the most heartwarming are the stories of these punkers and their parents and lack of love they received from their families. The acted out since their parents never gave them attention, abused them, or walked out on them. So these dads are firm at being the parents they never had. It was really emotional to see Flea start crying when talking about his love for his daughter, Clara. Or Duane Peters choking up when talking about the recent death of his son, Chess. Never have I seen so many hard dudes crack. But you know, it made me like them even more. And it made me respect them more.
Perhaps the funniest dad was Fat Mike from NOFX. He is totally whipped by his four year-old daughter, but he couldn’t be happier. He carries his daughter to he and his wife’s bedroom to watch TV (because the daughter refuses to walk), he makes her breakfast in bed of toast with ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter Spray’ and cereal, and then picks out an outfit for her in a pink closet.
The names of those in the film (to name a couple: Flea, Tony Hawk, Ron Reyes, so many more!!) are unbelievable because all these dads are so loyal, giving, and happy to be fathers. In fact most say they were meant to be dads more than being a musician. Wow.
After the film, there was a Q&A session with Jimmy Lindberg, his daughters, Ron Reyes and his daughter, Art Alexasis, and Tony Adolescent and his daughter, along with the director. The musicians talked about their love of their daughters, and it was all around heartwarming and great. The film kicked ass, too.
That was my Saturday night.
Sunday–I got in line an hour ahead for one of the most anticipated docs to premiere at the Paramount: Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop. The most excitement came from Conan actually being at the premiere. Oh, be still my beating heart!
The film was an absolute joy to watch–emotional, honest and most importantly and anticipated: HILARIOUS!
I cannot say enough good things about this film. You get a great understanding of the trials and bullshit that Conan went through, what an emotional and searching person he became, and how truly funny and improvisational he is. There is rarely a moment in the film that is completely serious, and those that are are often broken with an off-color comment or hilarious punchline. You also get a feeling that Conan is funny all the time–and that this truly is his calling. He is entertainment’s clown, and he is damn good at it.
Here is a clip hacked from You Tube:
The director, Rodman Flender, most perfectly captures the ADD and off the wall antics of this comedian. The editing is quick and fast paced, much like Conan’s life actually seems, and the jokes are always flowing.
If you get a chance, see this film. See all these films! I have to say, I’m three for three on day three, and I’m happy with the way things are going!
Tonight–well, not nearing as exciting. I am going to a Blogger meet up, hoping to catch up with friends, and really waiting on pins and needles for tomorrow’s main event– FOO FIGHTERS!
I’ll keep you in the loop!
Oh, and quick rumor–I heard that Pearl Jam might be here. I heard they might have played a private party, but I have yet to hear any more details. Again, I’m ON IT!