|no more doubts about my commitment to sparklemotion
||[May. 30th, 2004|12:42 pm]
|||||Broken Social Scene||]|
Richard Kelly is
inconspicuous, unassuming, you name it. He's hard to pick out of a
crowd. Nonetheless, if you follow the autograph hounds, you can find
him. Anyway, that's how I stumbled into one of my idols, the creator of
Donnie Darko. An
overweight asian woman asking for his signature in her checkbook (he
wrote VOID in bold across the slip) drew my attention to the short
dark-haired guy standing by the wall, underneath projected images from
Zhang Ziyi's film Hero; the setting was a SIFF reception at
Consolidated Works, a gala event for the release of a new redesigned
version of Donnie Darko (coming to Seattle theatres this wednsday). The crowd, a mob of shmoozers and boozers,
was there to look at each other in their designer turtlenecks and
cocktail straplesses, the perfect crowd for Mr Kelly to lose himself
in. Not to say he was lost. Far from home, yes, and out of his element.
What is his element, you ask? Somewhere not alcohol-besotted I'd
imagine. At least that's how comfortable he appeared in that company.
We shook hands. I had to ask him if he was he, and he said Yeah I'm
him. Gee, how many times did he have to say that? The words sounded
familiar and tired. Then he asked about the pin on my lapel and we got
away from the whole Where's a celebrity I can fuck?
vibe pervading the tinkling mob quickly jamming the space around us. He
said a lot is riding on this new release of his cult film: "Cult status
doesn't translate with the executives," he said, which I took to mean
he has no money for his new projects. Which is sad, cos Donnie Darko
is the only script he's had produced and it sure would be nice to see
something else. I mean, this guy might be Charlie Kaufman in little
shoes, less neurotic and more fluid in the abstract.
More fluid in the abstract... hmm, that might be offensive-sounding. I swear to absence of malice, I swear.
Anyhow, he came across nervous. Probably from all the attention and Gee, aren't you the real Donnie Darko?
looks he was getting from everybody. I would have talked to him for
more than five minutes but a buddy of mine decided to horn in on the
action. He hovered at my shoulder looking for an opening in the
conversation I had initiated. When the opening came, he leaped into the
breach. Nonplussed but not pissed, I rejoined my companion and drifted
away. There were more celebrities in the place to send fuck waves at.