My friend Mary and I braved wind, rain and cold to feed our independent film cravings at the
Talking Pictures Festival held April 14-17, 2011. Our marathon adventure started at 1:55 p.m. when we met to catch the 201 bus on Ridge Ave.
The CTA bus driver accommodated our request to exit at Chicago Ave. and Sheridan Rd., which saved an extra half block walk to the Mary and Leigh Block Museum of Art for our first screening. My memories of navigating Northwestern University’s campus are fuzzy, but we arrived at the Block Cinema with time to spare.
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| Beekeeper at work. |
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The Colony,” an 87-minute film about beekeepers, was co-presented with The Talking Farm. It documents the discovery of Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD) for beekeepers in the U.S. and its threat to seriously impact our nation’s food supply. Representatives from The Talking Farm and a local beekeeping family were available for a post-film discussion.
Next was “
Paradise Recovered” an examination of Esther, a devout young woman who is part of a conservative Christian sect. After taking a job at a local health food store, she begins to experience life anew with the help of co-works Gabe and Mark.
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| Esther at church. |
This retelling of the Good Samaritan parable looked at tough issues involving faith, tolerance and spiritual abuse in modern culture. A value-added feature was the presence of the film’s director, writer/co-producer and lead actress for a post-screening Q&A.
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| Locho, Yama and baby at dinner. |
Our last film was “
Summer Pasture,” a beautifully shot documentary about a young nomadic family in the high grasslands of eastern Tibet. It shows how Locho and Yama struggle with the harsh climate and challenges of yak herding. Set in the most remote corner of China’s Sichuan Province, this personal account of nomadic life has universal appeal as a story of family survival.
When the movie ended, our growling tummies reminded us that, except for candy bars and a shared bag of chips, we hadn't eaten for nearly eight hours. As we headed to the Davis St. L station, the neon lights of The Globe Cafe on Orrington Ave. beckoned.
Both of us ordered the soup and sandwich (tomato bisque and grilled cheese with prosciutto on marble rye). The plate arrived with a nice portion of delicious fries and dill pickle slices. This meal left us satisfied and ready to deal with the L ride home.
Plenty of people were waiting on the L platform for the next train. Is there a colder place to be on a wet, windy night than an elevated platform? A southbound train arrived and we sat near the exit doors. Our concern wasn't with the late-night L ride, but with exiting at South Blvd., a station that has no businesses or bright lights nearby.
Walking hurriedly toward Oakton St., we adopted the most menacing 'tough old broad' personas we could muster. At the corner of Oakton and Sherman Ave., Mary and I parted for our respective homes. Each of us had a few more blocks to walk alone and it was past 10:30 p.m.
It would be a lie to say I was unafraid. Sorry, Evanston PD...those are the facts. These are the times we live in and a woman alone after dark has reason to be fearful. CTA bus routes in Evanston stop running about 8 p.m. on Saturdays and don't run at all on Sundays, so the L was the only option.
The decision to use public transit goes deeper than a wish to lead a greener lifestyle. It is one of economics...having been unemployed for 20 months, a car is an unaffordable luxury.
So a brisk, uneventful walk home was the cap to a truly joyful day. Good films, good food and good company...a scarce treat.
Look for details on Sunday’s films in another post soon.