Times Like These

This post is a bit on the personal side, and speaks to self-discovery.  Nicole and I, I being Marina, met Ned Farr and Dreya Weber last week, and I will admit I was more than a little intimidated at first.  These guys are so good at what they do – all you have to do is watch “A Marine Story” or “The Gymnast“, or one of the brilliant shorts “Dream a Little Dream For Me” or “The Catcher” to find that out.  They’ve been doing this a long time – me, not so much – so I was nervous.  Long story short – they were lovely and I did not sound like an idiot, which made me insanely happy  because I have a deep admiration for both of them.  What I did sound like was an independent filmmaker, and you could have knocked me over with a feather when I came to that realization.  I had stories to tell and I actually understood their stories – I took advice and gave it too – everyone throwing out details of what went right and what went wrong, and we all lamented together about the people who royally screwed us over.  When you come to the truth of what you love and what you were meant to do it’s a very odd moment.  Everyone else in the room is going about business as usual, and on the inside you’re jumping up and down and screaming “Woohoo”.   I’m still surprised they didn’t hear me.  Elena Undone has been many things to many people:   a little glimmer of hope that it’s not too late,  more quality lesbian content for future date nights curled up in bed, a confirmation of soul mates, the return of Nicole Conn, joy for another female driven project in this male dominated business of making movies, or simply the visual feast of Necar and Traci.  For me, it was simply the beginning…