The San Francisco Frameline Film Festival was held this year June 17-27th, showing LGBT films from around the world. It’s the oldest LGBT film festival, and this year they had an Andy Warhol retrospective and many films from South America. This was my second year as a volunteer. I like to staff the hospitality table, where volunteers and staff greet the filmmakers. It’s great fun, and as a volunteer you get a movie voucher for every shift you work. Unfortunately, I’m still recovering from this malingering virus that’s been going around, so I had to cut back on my shifts and missed seeing most of the films on my personal list. I did get to see the opening night film, a BBC production called The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister, about a Yorkshire woman from the early 1800s who left coded diaries about her various romances with other women. It was based on a true story, and it was sure different from Pride & Prejudice!
I didn’t get to see the closing night feature, a film called Howl about Allen Ginsberg, starring James Franco. Franco came to the screening, so I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to check him out. I’m not obsessed with Franco like I am with a few dozen other actors, but he’s certainly on a roll right now. The Film Festival showing came just before Franco’s return as a guest star on General Hospital. Now, I can follow a couple of other soaps (I grew up with a mother obsessed with Days of Our Lives), but I’ve never watched General Hospital regularly enough to follow the storylines. In spite of that, I started tuning into GH this last week to see Franco. A few trips over to soapnet and wikipedia helped me to understand key plot points. A friend who used to watch filled me in on more background character info. This same friend loved Jonathan Jackson as Lucky Spencer (back in the 90s), so I started paying particular attention to him. Next thing you know, we’re watching Jonathan Jackson in Tuck Everlasting and On The Edge, and I’m spending hours on YouTube watching GH clips of Lucky from 1993. And this is how one of my obsessions begins.
And it won’t end until I’ve watched every video, rented every DVD, checked out every website and fansite, linked up on twitter and facebook…it’s exhausting, but at least with the internet everything is faster. Before the internet, DVDs, and even VCRs, it used to take me ages to work through one of my actor obsessions. I would search through the TV guide looking for movies that were airing (yes, kids, there actually used to be movies shown on regular, non-cable TV!) and take endless trips to the library searching through periodical indexes and microfiche machines looking for information. As a teenager I kept a card file of my favorite actors and all their roles—my very own low tech imdb. Now with everything at my fingertips on the internet, I can zip through an actor’s entire body of work in days and weeks instead of months, so then I have to move on to somebody else.
So at the moment it’s Jonathan Jackson. He’s a musician as well as an actor, so a couple of his CDs should arrive in the mail this week. His band is called Enation, and I like the brief clips I’ve listened to online. I have no idea if I’ll actually like a whole song. My taste in music is obscure, eclectic and weird. Most people wouldn’t even call it taste. It was a risk ordering the Enation CDs, but I love ordering music from CD Baby, and their summer sale is awesome (selected CDs, three or more, five dollars each). The best part about ordering from CD Baby is the email you get when they ship your order. I would describe it, but I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun. Just order from them and see, if you haven’t already.
Enation is doing a free online concert this Thursday, and here’s the poster:
I’ll be checking it out. Hopefully my CDs will have arrived by then so I’ll already be familiar with some of the songs.
Well, I’ve got to go back to YouTube now. I’m up to early 1994, and little Lucky Spencer is in the hospital trying to avoid a mob hit. Tomorrow I will tune into the current episode of GH to see who survived the car bomb. It’s such a full life.