It was a mountain-high town full of charm and color.
That’s the first impression you get when arriving in Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania. The small town located north of my home houses a lovely opera house from the 1800s.
It is there that the film festival took place.
The Jim Thorpe Independent Film Festival is only in its second year, but holds a lot of promise.
I attended the opening night festivities. The bold, four-day festival kicked it off with a film by Ethan Hawke, “Blaze”. The biopic tells the story of Blaze Foley, a singer-songwriter who tragically died in 1989. It was a beautifully told tale with strong performances.
Of course, I was chiefly attending the festival to see my short film screen. That didn’t happen until Sunday, and I ended up spending the entire day there. It was bright and early that morning. Some car trouble led me to arrive slightly after 11 a.m., so I missed the first film in the block.
It was fun watching the other shorts. There was a comedy, a horror, a horror comedy, and even an animated piece. All were well crafted, and made me feel good to know that my work was joined by such talented faire.
Afterwards there was the Q&A. Myself and several of the other filmmakers were on stage, offering anecdotes about our experiences, sprinkled with a little advice to other filmmakers looking to pick our brains. It was fun.
Many other films were screened that day. One particularly clever tale explored the misadventures of children playing Nerf wars. There were several stunning animated shorts. The event closed with the feature film, “Indiana”, a movie about paranormal investigators that interestingly had little to do with the paranormal. We enjoyed it.
I was joined that day with my son, who graciously sat through the days events without complaint. Also with us one of the stars of my film. We also had lunch with the actual star of the film. It was a good day with good people.
All concluded with the awards.
No, my film did not win any.
But that’s okay, time enough for all that. It was still a great experience, and one I hope to have again (perhaps next year).