One of the great things about being a movie lover and a screenwriter is going to the Austin Film Festival. Because, believe it or not, even though I’ve written and published six novels and two screenplays, I always learn something there. Extremely useful things, in fact.
Here’s a photo I took at the social media panel. Not one of my better pictures, admittedly. I’ve certainly taken less blurry ones.
So here’s a better photo—one I took at the panel about writing sports movie screenplays.
To be honest, I accidentally walked into this one. But while I was listening, I came up with the craziest idea for a sports movie. I can’t tell you what it is, because who knows who’s reading this. And if I told everyone on the Internet, it wouldn’t be a surprise. And we can’t have that now, can we?
Okay, I’ll give you a hint. It’s kind of like this movie, only different! 🙂
After the panel, I got an awesome photo op with screenwriter/director Bobby Farrelly (of Dumb & Dumber, There’s Something About Mary, Me, Myself & Irene, and Shallow Hal fame, to name a few).
There were so many great panels and people at the festival. Not only the awesome Emily Best (whose picture I didn’t get, but whose card I did) of Seed and Spark, an awesome crowdfunding platform, but an amazing group that deconstructed the work of Billy Wilder. We even got to watch clips of some of my favorite parts of Billy Wilder films.
I reminded two of the panelists afterward that Raymond Chandler co-wrote Double Indemnity. Far as I’m concerned, that scene is pure Chandler! 🙂
And, finally, Some Like It Hot!
Not only that, but I got to hear José Rivera discuss the script for The Motorcycle Diaries. And we got to see scenes from that movie, too.
And here I am with José. I have no idea why I’m leaning so far to my left, but there you go.
Here’s a shot of the Driskill Hotel, where much of the conference took place. I didn’t stay there, but it’s a really awesome and historic building.
And here are two of the awesome theatres, where they showed movies.
And here’s a picture of the bats that fly over the bridge on Congress Street. Or, to be more precise, a photo of someone else’s picture, which I happened to see at the airport on the way home.
Finally, here are the words I always see when I go to Austin. So, of course, I had to take a picture.