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Bryant's Essay

Since smallerdemon showed us his, I figure I’ll go ahead and post mine.

OK, Harry, here’s the scoop. This is me:

And this is my good pal and partner in crime Jamie:

You can see why I’m in black and white and he’s in color. It’s just one of those things.

OK. You wanted a picture that expresses who I am. There’s a lot of places I could go with that, but what the hell… here’s St. George-in-the-East.

What the hell? Am I British? Why an old church?

I took this photo while I was in London in 1999; an important part of my visit was my pilgrimage to every single Nicholas Hawksmoor church in London. Hawksmoor was a dangerous man, for his time, building all these funky churches with Grecian mathematical ratios and suchlike pagan homages. You could read Alan Moore’s From Hell to get the low down on old Nicholas, and Moore does it better than I could, but suffice it to say I think Hawksmoor’s sense of proportion and form was rebellious and angry and that his buildings are punk architecture. Never mind the Sex Pistols, here come the 18th century architects. I dig a guy who did his own thing and made it beautiful no matter what anyone else thought of him.

Ever onward…

I live in Boston, Massachusetts. I’m 33. I want to come to BNAT because, frankly, I made it to #2 and it was a total blast. I’ve never had so much fun at the movies. I didn’t get any sleep, I freaked out at the weird Busby Berkeley musical with watermelon, and I generally had a good time. Plus I want to find out if that breakfast was as good as I thought it was, or if I was just starving my ass off and anything would have tasted good.

It was special, to me, flying into Austin for no reason other than to see movies. It was like a little time capsule taking me out of my everyday job and putting me someplace I’d never been before. I want to recapture that feeling, that sense of discovery. Cause in the end, that’s what makes me happy — seeing things I’ve never seen before. (There’re the Hawksmoor churches again.)

All right, what else I got? Favorite movie? Brazil, without question. It’s not the best movie I’ve ever seen but it changed my eyes forever. Before Brazil, I didn’t understand that movies could be transgressive horrible compelling life-changing experiences. I didn’t get that movies weren’t safe. I mean, I’d been seeing family flicks and good Disney animation and all that nice teen stuff and WHAM holy shit what the hell is Terry Gilliam doing? Good times. It will always be my favorite movie. It was the first DVD I bought, in the holy Criterion three DVD case.

What do I do? I’m the Director of Technical Operations for Turbine Entertainment. We make MMORPGs — and I gotta say, my job is a geek’s dream.

And, um, I dunno if you’re cooler than Moriarty. Didn’t really sit down with either of you last time. That may blow my chances, but what the hell, it’s true.

That’s me. On to Jamie Lewandowski, depraved film student.

Whoops, I guess I gave away what he does. He’s studying communications at USF — I used to live in California, during the dot-com boom, which is where I met the guy. He’s around my age, 32. Genuinely good guy. You know how a lot of people will make with the little lies to smooth things over? Jamie is the kind of guy who says “Dude, your girlfriend is kind of a dog.” Not to insult me, but just in case I hadn’t noticed, in a friendly kind of way. This is making him sound terrible, isn’t it?

But I’d rather hang out with him than just about anyone. He came along with me to that BNAT so long ago, and now every year we have this tradition where we do whatever we gotta do to submit our names to you and pray we get in and call each other when we don’t get in and make disappointed noises. It’s been good times so far, but we’re hoping you screw up our plans this year and let us in. I’m not sure how we’d react.

Oh, and I will once again do the puppy eyes thing and point out that he’s in California and I’m in Boston (which I whined about last year, but what the hell) so this is like our big chance to get together in a cool fulfilling film geek kind of a way.

He says, on the phone, “I don’t know what my favorite movie is — that’s a really tough question. This year? Lost in Translation was really good. All time? Um… Big Trouble in Little China is always a good fallback, but I dunno… crap. Tell Harry it’s Jackie Brown. I just watched it again and it was better than Pulp Fiction and I liked it a lot, so tell him Jackie Brown. But tell him the question is ass, there’s no way to answer that one.” See what I mean about how he doesn’t hold back?

Of course, he doesn’t like Geena Davis, so what the hell does he know?

So. That’s me, and that’s Jamie, and there are the pictures, and there’s what I think is important about us. He’s without Internet right now, so he had to go scramble all over San Francisco to get me that picture. OK, that’s not really all that much of a hardship, but — we wanna go to BNAT.

Magic word?

Please.

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Figured I'd post my essay here since we've already seen a couple...

I don’t know that I’ve ever  had this much difficulty in writing a few simple paragraphs. To want something so much, I think, automatically shuts down your brain. Maybe. Maybe it’s just the fear of screwing up. Randy Newman wrote “I want every one to like me!” on his album BAD LOVE, and I can completely understand that s I write to you to try and win the bouncer over  and get past the velvet rope.

Now this story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early twenty-auts --just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies.  I only mention it 'cause some- times there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes
there's a man. In this story, his name’s Brian. Brian Behm. An editor/art director new to Colorado Springs from the hinterlands of Minneapolis with a new wife in tow. Her name? Angela. Angela possesed magical hands that were trained in massage therapy, but because of regulations in Colorado Springs, she wasn’t able to practice until she’d taken a couple more courses. This meant, that for the moment, she worked at a coffee shop.

Working at the coffee shop wasn’t such a bad thing. She and Brian dreamed of someday opening their own shop, subsidized by Brian’s graphic design business and her massage therapy. They wanted to open up a bit of a geek haven. A place where they could teach what’s cool about film and film making. Nurturing little geeks on their own film projects and bringing in a band or two and films that they thought were important.

Brian’s favorite movie was probably one of the biggest “geek empowerment” movies ever: Sneakers. The day he first saw it in the dollar theater, not knowing what it was, was completely magical, and the soundtrack (quite possibly the only truly excellent thing James Horner had ever done) was still oft played on his iTunes jukebox.

Angela’s choices were harder to nail down. Often it was little films like David Mamet’s State and Main that would leap to the front of her list. But on any given day it could be anything from The Wizard of Oz to Wings of Desire… which she’d be careful to point out are at least tangentially related since they both make use of black/white to color transitions.

The sidekicks in this story were Brian’s sister and brother in law Paul and Bobbi Wichterman. Working as a video editor and music director in the youth department of a Minneapolis  church respectively , Paul was the one Brian almost always geeked out with over  MST3K episodes or the newest Coen Brothers flick. (Two fine Minnesota establishments, I might add) Paul’s favorite flick for the moment was The Majestic, if only for Darabont’s wonderful writing, and Jim Carrey’s understated performance. Bobbi, favored movies like It Could Happen to You and When Harry Met Sally.

Age wise, Brian and Paul clocked in at a quarter century apiece. Bobbi and Angela were younger at 22 and 21. They also thought that Harry was much cooler than Moriarty just because of his position on the food chain… Moriarty was lower… 2nd or 3rd in command at Aint It Cool, a mere writer to a producer, stuck with the last name McWeeny (which should disqualify him from any cool contests immediately anyways) and the list could and probably should have gone on.

I don’t know that I can write in third person any longer. I was lucky enough to marry a really great ‘Geek girl’ who digs film almost as much as I do. In the process of moving down to Colorado Springs (my company relocated) after we got married, we didn’t really get the chance to take a honeymoon. We thought that getting the chance to head to Austin for a few days and take in ButtNumbAThon would be really cool. If we came, Angela might even be able to bring along her massage chair and offer up a free couple minutes of her magical hands to sore geek backs in need. Paul and I have been talking about Butt-Numb-A-Thon each of the last few years. It seems like something is always coming up. They’ve never been to Austin, and I’d love to be able to take them to Chuy’s and the Salt Lick on top of the fest. Living in Colorado now, I don’t get a chance to see them all that often, so getting the chance to meet up in Austin for the festival would also just be a really great present.

I hope you like the photo I enclosed. I think it encompasses a little bit about who we are. I love designing. Angela was gracious enough to let me send out Chasing Amy parodies in DVD cases as Wedding Invitations, though most people got the You’ve Got Mail parody that we also did. But it was nice having a chance to throw this together as a sideproject from the design work that I usually do.

Thanks Harry,
Brian Behm

our images...

Me


My Wife Angela


Paul


his wife and my sister Bobbi

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