I just returned from Paris, France where my comedy- documentary, “Johnny Berlin,” was screening at the CineRAIL film festival, a festival consisting of all films on or about trains. I had a great trip! I even learned a bit of French along the way, so I was able to get around quite easily. It was great fun to see Johnny subtitled in French. Some of my American friends were there in Paris by coincidence, and they attended my screenings. One of the other films I saw at the festival was “Tickets,” a feature made by three directors, Ermanno Olmi, Abbas Kiarostami, and Ken Loach.
“Johnny Berlin” did not win any prizes at CineRAIL, and I’m really not sure that the French audience understood the oddball humor in the film. After all, Johnny does use an awful lot of American slang to express himself. The documentary that won was a French film about the sad life of train workers in Sengal. I will say that I’m actually pretty disillussioned by the climate at so many film festivals wherein political films are automatically seen as being “better” than the rest simply because they are political statements, but not necessarily because they are interesting cinema. Then again, “Tickets” was both a political film, as well as good cinema.
Still, I’m glad that I attended CineRAIL as the party was held at the Cinemateque Francaise, the great archive of world cinema founded by Henri Langois (see the wonderful doc, “The Phantom of The Cinemateque” about him) where Godard and Truffaut used to go to watch Hitchcock’s and Hawks’ films to get their inspiration. The building the Cinemateque is housed in was designed by Frank Gehry, one of my favorite architects.
One major highlight of my trip was searching for the grave of Man Ray in the Montparnasse cemetary. I had a very hard time finding his resting spot as the grave was unmarked. However, right before I was about to give up, a woman asked me in French if I was searching for Man Ray. I was stunned as there are so many famous individuals burried there, I couldn’t understand how she would know that I was looking for Man Ray. Perhaps she was psychic. Regardless, she pointed me to the gravesite, a very plain unmarked tomb. Another highlight of my trip was riding my friend’s bike all over Paris, from a suburb, to the Arc de Tiomphe, past the Champs Elysees, along the Seine past Notre Dame, to Bastille, and back to the Marais.
Dominic DeJoseph
Black Shoe Films
Director, “Johnny Berlin”