This is an extremely late post, considering its been almost three weeks now since the 40th Annual Telluride Film Festival has closed shop. There is not enough time or words to describe the entire experience, that’s something very few people will have enough patience to ever hear or understand. I’ve been meaning to try and express it all in a blog post, but I feel that I may write a novel instead of an entry. But simply put, Telluride easily changed my life, but in very particular ways.
First off, Telluride is a such a beautiful pure place. Surrounded by mountains, rivers, and some of the most picturesque landscape I’ve ever seen, it amazes me that a legitimate film festival takes place every year there. Not necessarily because of its small size or its intimate community, but mainly how polarizing it sometimes feel to be spending most of your hours watching a screen instead of soaking in the outdoors. You compare that to the typical nature of American cinema, that clash like two trains heading in different directions. But then the beauty of Telluride and its correlation with the festival is the emphasis in the art. I heard so much about how TFF is all about films and nothing else. No press, no paparazzi (except from the passholders), and no bullshit. The focus here is about movies, and the purity of the festival goes hand-in-hand with the purity of the town. It’s such a revelation to experience something like this, where the combination of two such important aspects is a small glimpse of heaven. I mean, who can ask for anything better than movies and nature? It’s a rare equation that works so beautifully, and just having that kind of atmosphere alone made the whole trip worth the money and the journey (though it wasn’t as difficult as one would presume).
The symposium itself was quite the interesting experience, as I’ve never been engaged in such intense and diverse discussions about the artform. I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t necessarily all positives for me, as I needed time for myself to just contemplate and divulge through my own meditative ways, but overall, the privilege of watching a wide range of films from different countries and cultures with an immensely intelligent and thought-provoking group was a huge blessing. Being thrown into a room full of people you’ve never met before, it’s uniqueness is understated and is easily worth the application process. The people in general were pleasant and gave me ton of perspective. I learned so much that I thought my head was going to explode, and one day I literally thought I was going to pass out. Though there were struggles with certain criticisms, strong-armed opinions, and a sense of film snottiness that almost overpowered the entire week, at the end of the day, it was such a rarity to be given such a gift that I felt nothing more than just overall gratitude to be a part of it all. Everyone comes in with different backgrounds, understandings, cultures, beliefs, etc. Then add in the particular trait of passion and love for film, you get a melting pot of ideas and opinions that always provide for some mind-bending conversations. As an aspiring writer, there’s nothing
better more important than listening to people. It’s one of my most important activities and methods that I partake in in regards to inspiration and the creative spirit. Perspective is such a crucial part of my writing identity, mainly because I don’t want rely on my own to be the main source of material. I may not have gotten much progress done specifically with my own stories or work, but being part of the symposium opened my eyes in so many ways and in so many different levels.
What I really adored however was the symposiums with the filmmakers and discussing with the symposium alumni. With the former, it was unreal hearing Asghar Farhadi or Werner Herzog talk about films, their methods, and how the process works for them. To be given an opportunity to just sit down in a classroom and just listen to these incredible individuals speak was indescribable. When would I get an opportunity to ask questions to Ken Burns or Steve McQueen (this was during a public discussion for the entire film festival)? In general, the festival is so intimate that filmmakers, actors, and directors all rub shoulders with the general public, which in itself is amazing. Watching Jason Reitman get sent to the back of the line for Errol Morris’ The Unknown Known was hilarious and mind-blowing at the same time. Sitting next to Alexander Payne and talking to him for about 10 minutes with a fellow student before the Polish film Ida (which was one of my favorites of the entire festival) was truly a special moment in my life. Discussing movies with these immaculate and talented people gave me a real sense of normality to them. Yes, they are some of the most renown faces of film and the entertainment industry, but they are also human beings. They have their families, their own hobbies, and their own lives to take care of, and the way they get their films made in as much of a struggle as it is for us lowly folk to just break in. Nothing comes easy in this line of work, and if you really want it, you must work your ass of constantly and you must stay committed to it.
Though talking to celebrities and filmmakers was exciting all in itself, being able to talk to the past student symposium participants and see where their lives have taken them was also just as gratifying. Being given advice, seeing their line of work, and just speaking honestly with more mature and wiser individuals was so important. I learned and took away so much from them, and regardless of how far these relationships will take me, that time I got to spend with them was itself one of the more important memorable experiences that I had at Telluride. These people have so much to say, and sometimes people don’t give them the time of day, but it just showed me the necessity I need to have in being open and be willing to connect with an array of people, regardless of age, race, gender, sexuality, etc. But all those supposed barriers aside, and just connect with another person. That was special, and I hope to continue to build off of what I learned from that.
There were many instances and moments throughout those six days that I wish I could overly dissect and share, but I’m getting a headache just thinking about Telluride (in a good way). From waiting in lines and talking to random strangers, taking a hike and witnessing Telluride’s beauty from up above, riding the gondolas at 1 a.m. after Blue Is The Warmest Colour screening (my favorite film of the festival), and running through a rain storm after the Punch Brothers concert where we were a few meters away from the Coen Brothers. It doesn’t get much better than the Telluride Film Festival. As an aspiring writer and filmmaker, I learned and took away so much that adds to my motivation, my necessary involvement in this line of work, and just who I am as a person and how that reflects what I want to create. Take all the run-ins and pictures, the films, and all the people that I met away from me, I still will have gained something so precious, which is a better sense of identity. I know myself better, not just from a writer or filmmaker’s point of view, but my own satisfactions in life and what I want to pursue and achieve. Watching The Past and discussing such deep conversations with Farhadi revealed to me how much I want to share his emphasis in humanity and the individual’s story. Talking briefly with Alfonso Cuaron and how much he cared about the smaller films allowed me to understand that the superficial benefits like box office returns, critical acclaim, and awards are not the priorities in filmmaking. The foundation should always be in the story and in the art, regardless of how successful or disappointing the result may be. And most importantly, be proud and honest to who you are. Don’t shy away from the things you enjoy or like just because the majority may not support those arenas. Standing on your own two feet and weathering whatever comes at you is such a vital ability, not just as an artist, but as as a person in general. There’s always going to be negativity, disinterest, and lack of support from different groups of people, but the person you must be most connected to and support is yourself. There’s always room to be better, but let that journey take its own pace, and constantly grow in ways that will help you.
The untold theme of the festival was easily survival, as films like All Is Lost, Gravity, and 12 Years A Slave obviously take its specific theme. But all the other films that played through Telluride told survival stories about love, passion, identity, family, structure, etc. It’s not just about surviving and weathering the storm, but it’s about the aftermath, and how you as a person will stand. In all these films, the protagonists attached themselves to one specific thing that kept them going. If it was from family, their significant other, fame, or freedom, it pushed them to not quit but strive for their goals. Telluride has given me such an experience where I’m ready to not just survive, but so excel and succeed in writing, film, and as a person. And success as an individual doesn’t come from fame, money, or qualifications, but through my own character. Though I dreaded the end of September (because I have no clue what I’m doing next), fear is not an option anymore, and I’m excited for where the road leads.
(I will blog about the films on the next post).