On Sunday afternoon there we were, all standing at the tiny
Graz airport luggage carousel, the airport
billboard advertising that the local ski season is being opened by
Swedish House Mafia. It's got a certain kind of
cool, Europe, hasn't it? Though people do still style their hair in
mullets a lot, it must be said.
A disparate group of film people bundle into our large taxi and
make our way through that efficient-looking industrial farmland
they seem to have around European cities (what have they got
against hedges?) on our way to what is a rather nice hotel in
Graz city centre. They've even organised bikes for
us to zip between hotel and course venue (at this early stage we
don't realise that this is probably the only journey we'll have
time to make this week). No cycle helmets - this is Europe
remember, and they do things differently here.
We're swiftly grouped into one of three, two groups are fiction
to our one documentary team, led by Argentinian-born writer
Gualberto
Ferrari. We familiarise ourselves with the
Theatre am Lend, our home for the next 7 days.
It's comfortable and supplies the endless stream of coffee, snacks,
lunches and sometimes dinners required to keep the show on the road
- sitting in a room all day appears to make everyone very, very
hungry and I quickly learn to appreciate the pumpkin - the hallowed
food of the region. The all-women Sources2 office has decamped
from their base in Berlin to here and runs the
operation with just the right style of warm efficiency. We're all
very impressed at how easy they make it look, though we all know
how hard they must need to work to pull these Herculean events
off.
First thing on Monday, Gualberto maps out the format he'll take
with our group of projects - Nina Pope (my
co-producer and DoP) and I are joined by Stefan Lechner, Lieven
Corthouts (& later, fresh from IDFA, his producer
Emmy Oost), Madhureeta Anand
& Johannes Rosenberger, Walo
Deuber & Rose-Marie Schneider and
Ruslana Berndl. The project subjects range from
Chernobyl to nuns to refugees to my parents. Africa comes up quite
a few times...
Our workshop will discuss each project in detail in rotation
across the week, each project getting typically a 2 hr discussion
every few days. We've all read each others' treatments in advance
(these vary to a rather interesting degree though all are presented
in English - most are much longer than is typical in the UK), so
know the bones of what is ahead. Clearly Gualberto has both read
and watched a lot of our material in advance. (He continues to work
on our material at night at the hotel, though when he tells me
about simultaneously enjoying old Rod Stewart
videos on the telly, I wonder if this is homework entirely
helpful).
My film is much further ahead than most in my group (i.e. in
production rather than development) and this concerns me a little
at first. It makes you feel a lot more vulnerable to show raw
rushes than a paper treatment that can be re-edited or even erased
on the spot. However, as we all know, having a hard drive of rushes
is very far from having a film and I was here to approach the film
afresh, so having a room full of trustworthy, talented strangers is
just what I needed.
Each project is dissected and interrogated by the group and
Gualberto, clips and tasters are viewed, and often what the
director energetically tells us about their subject turns out to to
be even better than what's been written: I've found this happens in
pitching workshops I've done before, but as
Sources2 is not focusing on the showy performance
of pitching an idea in public, we are mercifully at liberty to get
down to the minutiae if we want to - it's a delight, if a
knackering one, and leads us into some astonishing personal
revelations that remind me why documentary film-making is where the
most awake people I've ever met are.
Nina and I are the only native English speakers here and more
than lucky to be working in our mother tongue - if I find the
course intensity tiring think how much more it is for everyone else
- I'm amazed they can summon anything beyond jibberish after lunch.
The dynamic of a collective effort on each and every project is
followed and Gualberto is extremely focused - to the point that he
needs to be reminded to allow us the coffee-breaks we exoect if we
are to devour all the excellent pastries they keep leaving around
outside our room.
In between sessions and over lunch we have all-too quick chats
with some of the fiction writers and directors from the other
groups. They come from all over the globe and I can genuinely say
I've never had a more stimulating week of conversation - ranging
from the sexual politics of modern Turkey, to the influx of Russian
dancers into the Bollywood scene, to how well Norway deals with
snow (not as well as is always reported here in the UK, it seems),
to the cuisine of Uganda, to internal politics of the Swiss
Protestant church and mountain biking in Belgium.
I also enjoyed dropping listeners' jaws with my 'No, really, this
is the true story of my family, and I'm making a film of it', and
it was endlessly helpful to hear the many insights of a truly
international and culturally-unbiased lunchtime table.
Back in the room, Gualberto rigourously emphasised the
importance of building a structure in all feature documentaries -
taking each project to task on probable starts and ends, even those
whose directors were still in the starting blocks. However
hypothetical these discussions were, they remained helpful to all
of us as we drew parallels in our own projects and recounted
experiences we'd had that could prove helpful to each other.
Characters were discussed, sometimes watched in clips, and honest
feedback offered. My father (on film) did not have to open his
mouth to evoke appreciative laughter from the group - something he
could perhaps develop for comic effect in real life....Directorial
approaches - investigative, playful, strategic - were all shared -
after all, how many of us indie doc directors ever get to watch
another at work and see fresh techniques in action? At one point I
remember recommending all-female crews as the antidote to macho
film subjects, and there were enjoyable digressions into how to
engage with Somalian refugees (as a postman as well as as a
director) and with Lisbon's fado music scene (as a guitarist and
portrait photographer, as well as a director).
Sources2 kindly programme the odd trip out (the
thrill of the Arnold Schwarzenegger Museum cannot
be done justice to here) and some guest speakers to give our weary
heads a rest: I caught Barbara Albert speaking
about her new film The Dead and the
Living and Manuela Buono of
Taskovski Films talking about something
you hear a lot about in doc circles now -
'cross-platform'. As an unofficial godmother of
the UK net art scene (I learnt how to write raw HTML back in the
the heady days of 1994) I come to such talks with a lot of
scepticism, so much being touted as groundbreaking online now was
old hat even by the late nineties. It's just that most audiences
were not online in those days, so it was all niche.
It's never easy to exactly wow an audience who have to watch
your cursor click and the wifi buffer, but Manuela offered a nice
tour of the kind of N American and European online plus TV projects
that big broadcast players like Arte have been
funding. I had to admit I knew of almost none of them -
One
Millionth Tower and Empire Me (which might have
travelled if it had had a better English title!) being a few
tackling the kind of big global subjects that - for better or for
worse - the WWW as a medium attempts to describe. Towards the end
of Manuela's talk someone from my group whispered to me 'What's
the difference between this and a 'film with a web site'?'. If
we'd had more energy left that evening this might have been a good
question to throw open to the room but truthfully we were all by
then looking forward to throwing open the door to the bar.
After what felt like much more than a week's work, I left
travelling with our tutor Gualberto - we listlessly browsed the
airport shop with its pumpkin-seed based local confections and
talked about what was next for us, once we'd left our immersive
Sources2 bubble. Our group meets again in March 2013 in Vienna and
we all have an action list to complete by then - one thing's for
sure, we'll not be idle in the interim.
Many thanks to the Scottish Documentary Institute for
supporting my attendence at Sources2.
Posted Tuesday 4th December, 2012 at 2:54 pm by Karen
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