It’s official – I’m addicted to film festivals.I’m also addicted to dark chocolate and Internet porn. I’m thinking about becoming addicted to dark chocolate porn; it eliminates one process.
The Indianapolis International Film Festival is the 23rd fest to accept my film. I’ve never been to Indianapolis, nor Indiana for that matter, but here’s what I know:
My friend Mark is from IN. He’s good people, and perhaps my biggest fan. So I’ll try not to load this entry with my usual diss. Which won't be a problem; I can turn around and bat positive.
Couldn’t be more fitting that this is festival #23, seeing as Yankee great Don Mattingly is from Evansville, IN, and wore #23 for the Yanks. Don’s ex-wife has a hall-of-fame mug shot, after she was charged with public intoxication and disorderly conduct for refusing to leave Don’s property. You stay classy, Evansville.
David Letterman is from Indiana. My favorite story about him involves his job at a supermarket while he was in high school. Already blessed with his bizarre wit, Dave would open up a box of Corn Flakes, shove an ear of corn in it, reseal it and put it back on the shelf.
Michael Jackson is from Indiana. Whatever happened to that guy?
The most underrated sports movie of all time – Breaking Away – was shot in Bloomington. The horrendous TV show based on the movie – mercifully shot not in Indiana, but in Athens, GA.
That’s all I got. Okay, so I got a bit flip. But it’s not like I mentioned Michael Jackson’s original nose, chin, hair and complexion were from Indiana. That would just be rude.
Thanks, IIFF, for the honor.
