Thursday, September 29, 2011

1Miami is an organization dedicated to helping disadvantaged and unemployed workers, as well as people who just want better jobs. This is the first mini-documentary I shot and edited for them. http://ping.fm/A64lu

Friday, September 02, 2011

Profile: Tahlia Robinson

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

Cynthia Hill & The Guestworker

The Guestworker. Directed by Cynthia Hill. Markaymedia.

In her films, Cynthia Hill prefers to let her subjects do the talking. We follow them through the day, seeing the world through their eyes.

With her 2006 film The Guestworker, Hill gives us a glimpse into the hard, low-paid lives of laborers on Wester Farms in North Carolina. It took Hill 3 years to complete the production, and with it, the filmmaker is more or less saying a long goodbye to the world of traditional farming, using time-honored documentary techniques to make her point.

And it's a world that Hill knows well. The filmmaker, who was raised in the rural town of Pink Hill, N.C., says creative urges were nullified, not nurtured, in the agricultural dependent community. 'The idea of doing anything artistic wasn't just discouraged. It wasn't even a possibility,' says Hill.

Convinced that she needed a good stable job, she enrolled in pharmacy school because of the high salaries of pharmacy graduates. 'It's not necessarily the route filmmakers take,' she admits. But at the school there was a whole communications department within the pharmacy program with a studio and professional video equipment.

Hill began making health education videos and found that she enjoyed the filmmaking process. 'It was nice to have a creative side,' she says. 'I was 23, and I hadn't thought I could do that.'

For her first major documentary, Tobacco Money Feeds My Family, Hill turned her attention to the plight of tobacco farmers. While the smoking ban may be good for our lungs, for tobacco farmers it sucks. In the film, Hill shows how important the much maligned crop is to the farmers — and their families — in Lenoir County, N.C. By exploring their lives and their communities, Hill also examines her own upbringing — her family worked in the tobacco fields when she was young.

These days, farmers have a difficult time finding U.S. residents who are willing to work their fingers to the bone for a few hundred bucks a week. No one wants the work. As a result, these farms are allowed to hire guest workers. Which brings us to Don Candelario Gonzalez Moreno, a 65-year-old participant of the government's H2A worker program and the protagonist of the edifying 50-minute documentary, The Guestworker.

Hill uses glossy video to capture life on Wester Farms, but there's no attempt to beautify the agrarian landscape or overdramatize the intensity of the labor. The closest she gets to editorializing is juxtaposing images of a farmer eating a family meal in his house with those of the guestworkers' shoddier living conditions. But her directorial voice is always distinct — she cares about the workers and highlights their humanity.

'I don't necessarily make my films for any audience,' says Hill. Nevertheless, she appreciates the value of watching one of her projects with a group of people and responding to the way they laugh, groan, or shuffle their butts in the middle of a scene. 'There's an immediate feedback you don't get when it's on TV. And it's great to be on the road [promoting my films]. I feel like a rock star. All I need are some groupies.'

After the tour, Hill will return to two other projects she's developing. One is a film about domestic violence that she was brought on board to work on; the other is a deeply personal exploration of religion in her home town. Raised in a Pentecostal Holiness household with a preacher for an uncle, she knows a thing or two about the heavy impact religion can have on small communities.

'I find the whole filmmaking process invigorating,' she says. 'It can also be tiresome, disappointing, frustrating — especially the fundraising process.' But for Hill, all of that hard work is justified when she's granted access to environments, like that of the guest laborers on Wester Farms and the tobacco farmers in Lenoir County, which society doesn't usually get to see. 'That's a great privilege. Then to share it, to watch it with others ... That's an honor.'

- Nick Smith

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Book Review: There Goes My Everything

There Goes My Everything by Jason Sokol. Published by Alfred A. Knopf. 438 pages.
$27.95

In the first chapter of his thorough, accessible book, Jason Sokol presents us with a USA where the President is considered as a dictator by some, and rights are being taken away from average Southern citizens. He's referring not to the 21st Century but the 1940s, where several white concerns (communism, Semitism, federal meddling in their affairs) intermingled with racial tension with violent results.

After two world wars where minorities had fought for the freedom of the United States only to return home and be put back 'in their place,' the South was ripe for change. The struggle for civil rights has been well documented through history books, documentaries and African American eye witness accounts, but the other, white Southern side of the story is less well-known, overshadowed by the newsreel clips that keep cropping up when the era is documented - footage of ranting supremacists and pissed-off parents yelling at their brats' new, integrated classmates.

Brooklyn-based historian Sokol cares about the white guys caught in the middle of the strife, feeling that they also have something to teach us about the period and human nature in general. In a non-judgmental and expressive manner, he examines social change through fresh perspectives, stripping away generalizations to reveal a mass of conflicting feelings, guilt, frustration and conviction among the white majority between 1945 and '75.

Sokol covers the flashpoints of the era, paying particular attention to the Brown v. Board of Education decision and the Civil Rights Act. But his book pivots on the people affected by those momentous events rather than dry historical facts. He decides that the majority of them tried to ignore historical events around them, at least in their initial stages; for example, Martin Luther King, Jr's aim to turn the city of Albany, Georgia 'upside down' was treated with scorn by the Albany Herald. 'There will be obedience to the letter of the law,' said the newspaper's editor James Gray when the Civil Rights Act was passed, 'but no subservience.'

Like the stubborn rural Caucasians in Everything, Sokol tends to repeat himself. He reiterates minor facts in each chapter, sometimes using the same turns of phrase within the space of a few pages. Other, admittedly well-known issues are glossed over. The Jim Crow laws are oft-referenced but never explained for readers new to them. The author dwells on the 'poor me' white plight for too long – it’s hard to see his subjects as victims when some of them, like the 'vulgar' Altlanta restaurant owner Lester Maddox, a 'cracker Don Quixote,' tilted so sharply against desegregation.

Sokol also expends a lot of ink on the concept that whites were being emancipated as much as their African American neighbors. Unshackled from having to treat other human beings as their inferiors, life was supposedly easier for some of pro-segregationists whose consciences were clear. But it's quite a leap from the ingrained racists mentioned at the beginning of the book to these liberated whites, with whom readers will find it difficult to sympathize.

Despite these niggles, Everything is an eloquent accompaniment to worthy but brain-suckingly dull books like Taylor Branch's At Canaan's Edge. Peppered with brutally honest-to-God characters, Sokol teaches us that even the most ignorant people couldn’t fight this tide of change, although the transformation was a slow one in some rural areas. He notes that Walterboro, SC still enforced segregation in doctors' waiting rooms in 1974, while Terrell County Medical Clinic in Georgia kept that up well into the '80s.

Readers will be left with a greater respect than ever for the determination of the civil rights supporters (regardless of their race) as the author presents some easily digestible lessons in a period of history that’s hard for some to swallow.

- Nick Smith

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Book Review: Return Of The Solar Cat

The Return Of The Solar Cat by Jim Augustyn. Patty Paw Press. 96 pages.


Unlikely comparisons can inspire great books - The Prince and the Pauper, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - but the idea of comparing cats to solar panels seems more off-the-wall than most. But both use sunlight to draw power, and spend a lot of time sitting around doing nothing.

When Jim Augustyn realized that cats were harnessing the sun's energy, he found the theme for The Solar Cat Book, which he updated for the ecoconsciuous new century.

When the book was first published in 1979, the search for alternative sources of energy had reached fever pitch. Augustyn used his animal analogy to put the whole debate in perspective, using humor to trace the intricacies of renewable energy.

Now the book's back, with more cartoons and perfect puns to delight cat lovers. Look beyond the illustrations and you'll find a no-nonsense breakdown of solar power's benefits. Refreshingly, Augustyn grants his readers intelligence and common sense; he doesn't feel bound to convince us that nuclear power is becoming redundant. Instead we gets facts, mixed with a little cat fancy.

Here's the only area in which the author stumbles. Most of the juxtapositions are obvious (for example, active and lazy cats compared with active and passive solar panels). But the insertion of gags into some of the more complex information can cause confusion (di-meowium oxide, anyone?).

Some of the sketches are 30 years old and benefit from art's cyclical tastes; others have been touched up to fit the updated text. With a dual target market - cat lovers and green supporters - this book is well written and amusing enough to deserve a wider readership.

- Nick Smith

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Larger Than Life

I love your bunions
The way they glow when they've been angered
I love your eyes
Shot with blood and matched with bags
I love your hourglass ass
The hairs that rope round bars of soap
Your cellulite
Soft-patterned marble.

Your varicose veins
More intricate than a Roman mural
Your cauliflower ear
You cock to listen to me clear
Your clipped toenails
Snug beside me in my bed
Dandruff drops
Alighting on the curlers on your head

Your ashtray smile
That nicotine hit when you kiss me full on
Yellowed thumbs
Remain when all the smoke has gone
You’re there for me
In full fat form I dream about your looks
Much more of you
Than the slim young things in modern books

I'd miss your smell
That stale sweat that wakens me each day
Larger than life
Thank God your love is just a touch away.