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From the director: "You cannot pick and choose who lives in this country, bitches! We live here, together!" 188 hours of footage. 152 interviews. 100 pages of transcripts; 100 more to go. 4 motherfuckers. 1 fantastic party. And, to quote Georgie Seville, one 'real movie.' Almost. This film is close to good, but we're not done. To make Mo| |erf| |ker: A Movie meet the standards set before it, it takes studying, internalizing and finding a casualty. It's becoming apparent: I'm that casualty, under the gun. The first teaser - Cosmic Dancer - came from somewhere so pristine, somewhere so romantic. Watching it now, I realize it's an expression of how I felt when I entered my first Motherfucker party in years: anxious yet composed, revisiting a former self. It was created to represent a womb - one last safehaven for old New York style to meet New York's elite downtown community. Now, this trailer is me at the end of that night: drunk, frenzied, rattled by the many people I met, the many people I embarrassed myself in front of, the many people I now know and trust. The womb has been rattled like a cage - this film is ready to explode from the place that borne it: A MOTHERFUCKER, complete. Yet, there's something very important going on at these parties. There's politics present here. As much as I'd like to say that parties like this are an escape from the current atrocities inhabiting our government, I'd only be half right. They are also a statement in response. "And THAT is what Motherfucker is all about." |
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