I was planning on going to the Friendly Rich gig at the Cameron House tonight, but I had a blood test today (yay pregnancy!) and they took FIVE VIALS OF BLOOD and I feel almost as good as the one and only time I donated blood. That is, dizzy and exhausted and generally awful. So I stayed home and watched American Movie on Netflix.
It is alternately hilarious and heartbreaking. I totally, totally, totally sympathize with Mark Borchardt in his quest to make art on a limited to non-existent budget with limited to non-existent skills (though some of the shots they showed from “Coven” are striking). I totally, totally, totally sympathize with the constant delays, the last-minute emergency editing, and the doing of lots of things you don’t really know how to do yourself because you don’t know anyone who does and you can’t afford to pay anyone.
Listen. Dude wanted to make movies. And he made/makes movies. I don’t know if Coven was/is any good, because I don’t know where/how to watch it. But whether it’s an awesome underground classic or the prequel to “The Room” doesn’t matter. Yes, Mark Borchardt is a high school dropout with a strong Wisconsin accent, a mullet, an ex-stoner brain-damaged guitar virtuoso best friend, a drunk uncle, and a lot of rage. But he also had a dream and, in spite of his family, social, and financial problems, he went for it.
So watch “American Movie”, then write to Netflix and tell them to put “Coven” on Watch Instantly as well.