Notes on Process
Back last autumn, 2014, I hit the road in new-old 96 Ford Aerostar van, having lined up a sequence of screenings, motivated a bit by good old money concerns, and a bit by whatever it is that drives artists to want people to see their work. So I had stops in Salt Lake City (the SLFilm Society), Phoenix/Tempe (classroom presentation and workshop at AZ State U), Santa Fe Film Society, Lincoln NE – 5 days at Ross Cinema, Iowa City, and Chicago (Film Center). At the end of this journey, with some 12 screenings of Coming to Terms having been made, I tallied up the headcount of spectators and figured it hovered around 100, max. I then headed to Europe where I managed to get robbed in the Barcelona train station (slick job I didn’t even notice until it was long over), had a few more screenings, and then went to NYC where there was a screening at the Museum of the Moving Image – to 20 people in the heart of our nation’s cultural vortex.
Naturally this prompted me to a belated mid-life crisis (at nearly 72 I am under no delusions that this time is the middle of my life – rather very near end-game). Surveying the slim audiences and the collapse of the tiny institutional base of cinemas that show my work and that of others working vaguely in the same realm – owing to the reality that it is not only my “difficult” work which fails to draw, but cinema itself – I naturally find myself questioning what I am doing and why. Visiting with older friends during this journey, this late-life perspective appears pretty common.
While I have never been driven by a desire for popular acclaim, or its usual partner – wealth – I do, I suppose, share the desire most artists have – at whatever level, successful or not – to have their work seen, if only by little specialized groups and audiences. To spend half a year on the road, doing screenings to virtually no one (as seen from the larger scheme of things, that film is a “mass media” form, or that this is in a country of 300 million people), is, to put it politely, rather dismaying. This is compounded by the view, shared by others and confirmed by the overwhelmingly positive response to the film – Coming to Terms – of those that have seen it, that I am doing my best work now. But, it is done in a world which could care less. The irony is duly chastening – less about my work, than about the world and our brief little passage through it.
That said, in another month we travel to Korea, there to screen yet another new film – They Had It Coming – at the Jeonju festival, and to then return to the USA for a few more screenings of Coming to Terms. All the while pondering just WTF?
Upcoming screenings of Coming to Terms:
Houston Texas, April 23, 7 pm, Blaffer Art Museum.
Austin Texas, May 18 and 19th (Last Chants for a Slow Dance 18th; Coming to Terms 19th), Austin Film Society.
And then, at the Jeonju Film Festival, screenings of They Had It Coming will be
5/3 (Sun) 1:30 P.M.
5/5 (Tue) 2:30 P.M.
Maybe it really is “the end.”
Outside near Saratoga NY. View from Steve & Lilly’s back porch. Tomorrow, February 8, screening of Coming to Terms at the Saratoga Arts Center, sponsored by the Saratoga Film Forum. 7:30 pm, Monday night. If around the area, and you can manage through the predicted snow fun, come by. I’ll be there.
This coming weekend, on Jan 18, 2015, at the Museum of the Moving Image, Coming to Terms will screen at 2 p.m. in the First Look festival there. Here’s a paragraph review from a longer item printed in Art Forum magazine, covering the films shown there. Written by Tony Pipolo.
A quite different focus on death is found in Jon Jost’s Coming to Terms, as a terminally ill old man (played by the filmmaker James Benning) asks the largely estranged members of his family, two ex-wives and two sons—one gay and one a Jesus freak—to help him die before unbearable pain sets in. They do so and debate the consequences afterward. Jost, who has conjured a number of unusual visions of Americana since the 1970s, manifests the same straightforward, unadorned cinematic style—static shots, long takes, no camera movement—alternating impressive vistas of the Montana landscape with intimate, though dissociatively framed and edited, encounters between mothers and sons. All of this is characterized by Jost’s predilection for deafening silence that allows the natural world to speak and suits the subject all too well. However stark and somber the film seems, one discerns an underlying bleak wit in the filmmaker’s farewell to a world he no longer recognizes and seems somewhat relieved to depart. As Benning, close in age and cut from the same cloth as his director, dissolves into the landscape near the end, a doubly resonant experience comes to a close in this paean to the American pastoral filmmaking tradition.
And here is another review, drawn from a screening in Cleveland last year.
The last six weeks have seen me in Europe, initially in Italy and then in Spain. Very mixed journey.
In Rome I shot and edited a short film, Inside, for my friend Eliana Miglio, which is more or less done now, though it needs now a re-do owing to later incident. Visited with friend Christian Ravaglioli in Piangipane, near Ravenna, where recorded some songs, and got stuff with local cuisine. And had a short visit with another friend, Pina, in Bologna before moving along to Cassina Amata, near Milano, to visit again with the Rebosio family who took me in in 1962 when I was hitch-hiking. A wonderful time, as last year.
And then flew to Barcelona on a misguided save-money jaunt which ended with a robbery (large scale pick-pocketing is more like it) in the Barcelona train station. A back-pack was whisked away literally in front of me, while I stood asking about a croissant at coffee bar at 6:00 a.m. I’d slept on the airport floor and was obviously a bit groggy and the thief saw his white-haired mark. In order not to forget, I’d consolidated everything really valuable – NEX camera, very good lenses, computer and a wad of cash into the bag. A very bad hit, 6 or 7 thousand bucks worth. Partially now recouped from a funding thing set up by Austin Saget of Kennewick WA and Joseph Garza Medina of Corpus Christi TX: http://www.gofundme.com/jopd7w. Thanks guys – I was skeptical as you know, but it’s gone a good way further than I imagined it might, and it is very helpful.
(Portraits not quite finished of several people from here in Nijar)
Iowa City, after the polar vortex dropped down on the mid-west, and stumbling to the conclusion of this leg of travels – coming up in a few days the Orpheum in Fairfield Iowa, home to Maharishi Vedic City, and a lotta TM (and that doesn’t stand for Trade Mark), and a haunt of David Lynch. 7 PM, the Orpheum, Thursday Nov 20.
Here in Iowa City had a nice Sunday afternoon screening at FilmScene, a very nice small cinema in the center of town. A modest audience, but very engaged, for both Last Chants for a Slow Dance, and for Coming to Terms. Very good post-screening discussions that continued over beer and a dinner afterwards. (Thanks Andy and gang!)
And then, found on the website for Chicago’s Gene Siskel Film Center, a little review from 2 years ago that had eluded me. Screenings there this Saturday, Nov 22, 8 pm; and again on Monday, Nov 24 at 8:15.
This December I’m off to Europe for a bit – primarily to do a little artist’s residency in the small Andalusian town of Nijar, near Almeria. There I’ll screen a few films with Spanish subtitles – La Lunga Ombra, and Coming to Terms – exhibit pastels and watercolors, and mount some video installation pieces. Return from that on Jan 16, 2015, to attend – finally – a New York City screening for Coming to Terms in the Museum of the Moving Image’s showcase, First Look. that will be 2 pm, Sunday, January 18. In/around NYC to mid-February. If anyone reading this can arrange anything else on the East Coast and down to the deep south, contact me please and let’s set something up. From NYC in mid-February my wife and I will be heading to the south to shoot for Plain Songs, aiming for Austin screenings at the Austin Film Society by early May.
In the coming 2 months I’ll be having screenings of Coming to Terms as follows:
Salt Lake Film Society
TUES 10/14/14 @ 7PM
Broadway Centre Theatre
111 East 300 South
Salt Lake City UT 84111
And then, in Tempe AZ, a class screening but open to public, at Arizona State University. Limited – around 30 – seats available for non-class members. It’ll include a lot of talk, and maybe screening some other things to go with it. The next day will be an all-day workshop, which might be open to a handful of outsiders.
6:00 – 10:00 PM on 10/17 – the location is Stauffer B111, which is adjacent to the 10th Street Parking Structure. (Guests can’t park in that actual structure – they can park across the street – but that is the lot closest to the Stauffer building). Link to that building on the ASU map:
And then, moving eastward into New Mexico, there’ll be this (don’t know time yet):
Santa Fe Center for Contemporary Arts
1050 Old Pecos Trail, Santa Fe, NM 87505
This screening will be introduced by Gene Youngblood (Expanded Cinema) and he’ll moderate post-screening session.
And after wandering the southwest and mid-west a few weeks shooting for new film (and I hope drawing and doing watercolors and of course lots of photography), I’ll land in Lincoln Nebraska where there’ll be a partial retrospective at the Ross Media Arts Center. Films being screened on an on-going cycle from Nov 7-14, will be as follows:
Mary Riepma Ross Media Arts Center | 313 North 13th Street, Lincoln NE
Friday, 11/7 – Last Chants for a Slow Dance (1977) *interview with Bill and Jon
Saturday, 11/8 – Slow Moves (1983)
Sunday, 11/9 – Rembrandt Laughing (1989)
Monday, 11/10 – Oui Non (2002)
Tuesday, 11/11 – Passages (2006) / Parable (2008)
Wednesday, 11/12 – At Play in the Fields of the Lord [Nebraska] (2008) / Swimming in Nebraska (2010)
Thursday, 11/13 — Imagens de uma cidade perdida (2011)
Friday, 11/14 – Coming to Terms (2013)
There may also be sneak preview of a new film of mine, and perhaps a screening of Blake Eckard’s Ghosts of Empire Prairie, in which I acted and also shot the film. The films will all be screened at least twice, during the week.
And then moving east, might be something at the Orpheum Cinema in Fairfield IO and/or in Iowa City. Not yet fixed.
And finally, in Chicago:
22nd, 8 pm, and 24th, 8:15 pm, at the Film Center
I note also that Coming to Terms will be screening at the American Film Festival, in Wroclaw, Poland, towards the end of this month. The festival is Oct. 21-26.
Back in Butte, after a more or less unplanned jaunt to Berlin, where I spent two weeks seeing friends and enjoying that now most-civil city. The prompt for going was a very late invitation to personally attend a screening of the film at the Rencontres Internationales Paris/Berlin/Madrid. They’d screened it in Paris, and then scheduled it for Berlin. (Madrid, being broke, has been dropped the last 2 years.) Very late in the game they secured the money – from US Embassy – to get me there to attend. Dangling a ticket in front of me is likely to bring out my travel junkie self, and so I bit. Largely to see friends.
The screening was in the Haus der Kulturen der Welt, a sizable place, though the screening was in a smaller theater, and the audience was still smaller (sort of on the scale of, kinda, for the size of the room, the size of the screen.) I usually do a head count at screenings but failed to do so there, though I suspect it was 40-50, max. Not exactly thrilling in that respect… But the response was very positive to the film, and one of the spectators, a documentary filmmaker, Rainer Komers, familiar with Butte, came to talk afterwards and on his own set up a later screening for students at the DFFB, a new and very well endowed film school nestled outside Berlin in the famed old Babelsberg studio. Had a nice screening there, and again a very positive response to the film.
Back in Paris, Mark Rappaport had gone at my request to introduce the screening there for me, and took along his friend, critic Bernard Eisenschitz, whom, so Mark informed me, liked the film very much. Given the current state of the film world in which a theatrical release or a screening in a BIG festival is about the only way to get some ink, I (typically) broke etiquette, and wrote Bernard and asked him to write something on the film. This week came this:
Coming to Terms: a title that could apply to all of Jon Jost’s films. The symmetry of life stories revolving around one axis might be the condition for coming to terms with the chaos of life. Only film (“seul le cinéma”) could imbue us with such a feeling.
Starting with the very first, each shot is a surprise. Space and time: each has an energy of its own. As if a whole world would crowd into these images, beautifully framed but above all monumental.
When looking at those Montana houses, American documentary photography, from Walker Evans to Lewis Baltz, comes to mind. But Jon Jost’s film is an epic and not a documentary. An epic is created by very simple factors. We watch slow changes in a face, in the landscape, in the light.
Then it is an epic because it tells about secrets and lies, about family ties. To each his own – past, demons, revelations. Nature, empty spaces, could turn into scenes of crime or violence at any moment (as indeed they have in other films by Jost).
Everything, too, could turn out differently than expected, except the houses and the sounds and the mountains tell you that it couldn’t. It’s a matter of perception. Of suspense in perception. Produced by movement and sound, by the off space, by things unsaid or unseen.
How to account for the real? How to show that reality could have been different? What I’m seeing, did I actually see it? The perplexed spectator has to wonder: what does he see, what is the status of reality in these images. What I see, is it real? What do I see? Why is it so? He (that spectator) is lead to question reality itself.
With his invisible dissolves, is Jon Jost (Home is the hunter, home from the hill) exorcising America’s daymares or his own? If the question weren’t worth asking, there would be no movie.
So now still trying to secure a place in New York to screen the film, in a setting where it might secure (a) some spectators and (b) some printed comments. This narrows down to really a handful of places, most of which with whom I’ve already inquired: NYFF last year, “no;” Lincoln Center Film Society, “no;” BAM, “no;” and I don’t remember but I think I also tried MoMA. I guess I will try Anthology which sometimes does one-week runs and does get print. After that the Film Forum though they have never screened anything of mine before. Though, even if I do secure one of these remaining options the truth is it will matter little – Coming to Terms is a “dead serious” film, lacking stars, way off the acceptable “narrative” track, and despite being quite accessible, just ain’t gonna make a dime. Ergo, in our present day America, it is more or less deemed “worthless.”
However, come autumn, it appears I’ll once again saddle up the Subaru (or perhaps if it is running OK the 1995 or so Windstar parked about 100 yards from where I am writing this, with a big For Sale sign on it), and head out on the road to both shoot and show: lining up appear to be a visit to Arizona State U in Tempe, something at the Santa Fe Center for Contemporary Arts place, a week at the Ross Cinema in Lincoln NE, and then the Film Center in Chicago, at all of which I’ll screen Coming to Terms (and at some, also other work).
If you are somewhere in a very zig-zag route anywhere along this track, and can and would like to arrange a screening/workshop/lecture – whatever would suit your situation – kindly contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Zig-zag route could run from Salt Lake to ABQ to Denver to Omaha, Kansas City, St Louis, Iowa City and anywhere else vaguely along this route.
And of course, if you’re in New York and run a venue that gets reviewed and would like to, well….
As it happened, rather late in the game, the Rencontres folks found the funds to get me to Berlin, and taking everything into consideration, decided to delay some summer chores, and go for 12 days (+ a full day each way in travel time). To see friends, perhaps attempt some business stuff to either sell the film to the few possible places left and perhaps to try to find funding for a new film. We shall see.
Screening is at 7 pm, June 7, at the Haus der Kulturen der Welt. If in Berlin or nearby, please come (it’s free!)