I’m getting personal on this post because I want to let you in on some news. In 2014, I’m directing my feature film and it’s called Namour.
It’s set in Los Angeles. It’s about Steven Bassem, a young valet driver who can’t seem to get his act together. As his close-knit Arab American family starts to fall apart, Steven begins to act out the drama of his permanent adolescence in ways that surprise even him.
Namour is about the decisions we make when our responsibilities begin to weigh down our convictions — and why life can feel like it’s passing us by.
I’ve been looking for financing producers for quite a while now and it’s been a difficult process, most of which has to deal with investors wanting to change the tone and genre of the film to turn it into a more ‘palatable’ Arab representation. They’d like the film to be framed as an immigrant family piece (as well as a couple of other familiar genres — you can read about that here) instead of the subtle, mood piece that I’ve written it to be.
Their comments convinced me that the only way to make my film the way I wanted to make it would be through truly independent means, which is whyI’ve launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise a portion of the funds myself — and I need your help.
Help me prove those producers wrong. Let’s send the message that there is an audience for well-told, unique stories that feature people of color in dynamic and non-stereotypical roles. I will only receive the funds from this campaign if I reach my Kickstarter goal. So any amount you can give will get me that much closer to my goal.
I created my tumblr to talk about the films that I love and the writers, directors and cinematographers who create them. Thanks to this blog I’ve discovered the wonderful camaraderie that exists around these films. It’s been a perfect surprise.
Thank you for following along and for reading.
I believe in this project. I’ve contributed to this project. More films like this need to be made and, if Hollywood refuses to make them, then let’s support those who will.
I am convinced that memory has a gravitational force. It is constantly attracting us. Those who have a memory are able live in the fragile present moment. Those who have none don’t live anywhere.
—Patricio Guzmán, Nostalgia for the Light
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Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter, read by Nicole Kidman in the opening scene of “The Hours”.
"Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which prompted the artist to his creative act. When a link is established between the work and its beholder, the latter experiences a sublime, purging trauma. Within that aura which unites masterpieces and audience, the best sides of our souls are made known, and we long for them to be freed. In those moments we recognise and discover ourselves, the unfathomable depths of our own potential, and the furthest reaches of our emotions."
— Andrei Tarkovsky (via forgottencityiram)
(Source: imridingmuybridgeshorse, via clericalerror)
We’re not even two people. Even before we met we were just these two halves walking around with big, gaping holes in the shape like the other person and then we found each other and we were finally whole. Then it’s as if we couldn’t stand being happy. So we ripped ourselves in half again.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s as if I never thought anything, I never wrote anything, I never felt anything. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.