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Desolate Light

From the late 90's to the early 2000's there was a Super 8 scene in Seattle that was mostly parts Reed O'Beirne, Rachel Lord and Jamie, Debbie Hook (who started Wigglywolrd/ Northwest Film Forum). It was all DIY and lo-fi, with the vast majority of screenings consisting of: get a topic to shoot a week in advance; shoot and edit/ splice that topic; show it with a Super 8 projector, silent, at the venue with audio consisting of a "DJ" pushing play on a CD track you, the filmmaker, provided. That is, if the image and sound matched up, that was coincidence, or synchronicity. Or it was "cut and paste" Gysion/ Burroughs style. Whatever. The film is shown here as it was shown in the original venue, without any digital adjustments. Venues included the Alibi Room, the Jewel Box Theater, Sit and Spin, the Bad Juju and the Grand Illusion, among others. This film features Eddie, who was a mentally ill man living in the El Ray, a half-way house next to my building, in Belltown, the Rivoli Apartments. He was a fixture in Belltown at the time, wondering the streets smoking, bumming money for more smokes, coffee, and always up for a conversation about his very, very personal relationship with Jesus and God and the Devil. A sample of the things he told me: "Jesus doesn't want to come back because he is bored"; the Devil isn't such a bad guy once you get to know where he is coming from"; "This " --pointing in every direction--"this is all Disney Land, Disney Land comforts.." So, Eddie was crazy? I found him convincing and endearing. Luckily for me, he agreed to let me film him for a half day in and around our neighborhood for this film. Naturally I supplied the smokes and the coffee. "Desolate Light" was his title. I had no idea what to call what was really me following him around for a few hours. Eddie told me the title. All I knew for sure was the last shot, the one in which he walks away. I wanted it to be just like it was, sort of like Charlie Chaplin's hobo taking a final exit, far far away from it all. The film showed at the Sit and Spin I think, and it was the first time I got a bunch of people coming up to me, including Eddie, who I had brought to the screening, saying how much they loved the film I'd made. It felt good, like I had finally completed something I had never intended or planed to start in the first place. It was my last Super 8 film from this time.