Greenwell doesn't need a big budget and big names to get that thought across, although the film has a consistency of tone that indicates she could do more with more
In Greenwell’s skilled hands, queer culture alluringly morphs into a bemused acceptation of personal foibles and idiosyncrasies, gay or straight, an eradication of the boundaries between “normal” and “unconventional” relationships.
Greenwell's point is that everyone's a misfit in some way, and it's through recognizing that fact that we can forge true community. But the movie makes its point the best way possible, through engaging you with the characters, and it does this via brisk writing and excellent performances
Warm hearted and aptly melancholy...a distinctive tone, which mates dry comedy, bittersweet tragedy, and the fearful exhilaration of tomorrow
I’ve been considering many cold opening quotes to this “During Sundance” blog ranging from, “Bagels again?” to, “Marina Abramovic is in the next bathroom stall!”
Sundance programmer Jon Korn calls “My Best Day” “a charming, up-to-the-minute slice of Americana” and says “Greenwell’s quirky script and great ensemble performances ensure that My Best Day is both subversive and sunny.”
Finally a producer friend put the brakes on and said, "Stop. How much do you have? That's what you are shooting with. Now walk the production backwards from that. The budget does not change from this point forward."
When my family was broke, my mom swatted a fly into a tea canister and tried to return it for money. I instead gave that action to a socially awkward preteen in my movie who wants an excuse to ask the cashier out on a date.
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I am proud to be a lesbian filmmaker because it is tough to gain support and visibility in the entertainment industry, so if someone asks- Hell yeah I am!
When we projected the stock footage of Bambi Lake and San Francisco in ‘80s/early ‘90s at the video shoot I remember a lot of the cast and crew not in the shot gathering around the monitor and crying.
Hanna's nowhere done with her pro-feminist mission, which has taken new form in garage-punk/electroclash act The Julie Ruin, and a perfectly DIY video for their song "Oh Come On."