The drama was fairly typical, but very well done. My one gripe would be that in the flashback sequences, that they tried a bit harder on hair and clothes to really get the feeling of being in the past. Because they didn’t do much with hair or make up or costuming, the flashbacks weren’t always obvious enough to pick up on what timeline we were in. Oh, and any film that ends with Joy Division is worth the price of admission alone.
The crowd turn out wasn’t what was hoped for, but with a 5pm screening on a Tuesday, it was nice to see more than 20 people there. David Wenham came up and introduced the film and his history working with the director before. It seemed like the audience enjoyed the film, and they should have, it was quite a nice little gem to discover at the festival.
The pictures included are of David alone, David with Gregg Schwenk, the Director of the Newport Beach Film Festival and the man who offered free entrance to anyone who came from TheOneRing.net’s post about the film, and then the last pics are David with me and Elisa, a fellow Ringer. For those who were unable to make it, I can not tell you if “Three Dollars” will ever get a release in the US, but you should definitely be on the look out for it if it does.
On a side note, the Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation, which screened on Monday night, was absolutely amazing. I can not even begin to describe just how amazing this film is. It’s not high tech, it’s not even good quality film, having been done 20 years ago on Betacams, but it’s just a marvel to see. I guess the best way to describe it is to say it’s a ‘Love Letter’ to the Magic of Film. You can’t help but feel joy while watching it, it reminds you what it was like to be a kid, playing in the yard, acting out your favorite films or TV shows. These kids did the same thing, only with a camera, an attempt to make costumes and sets, and the absolute belief they could do everything Lucas and Spielberg did. And to qoute one audience member I overherd “These kids were fearless”, which is proven by one being set on fire and others climbing around on a moving truck. If this fan film ever screens in your area, run, don’t walk, to the theater and get ready to relive the innocent years when your imagination would let you believe you could be Indiana Jones.