You Are Invited!
Marideth Sisco and Friends
Sunday, November 21, 2010 2 – 4 p.m.
Heroes Coffee, 1372 Virdon Boulevard, West Plains, MO 417-256-6220
Come alone or bring a friend, buy a CD, Winter’s Bone soundtrack, or Marideth’s book, These Ozark Hills. Take a look at Dennis Criders photography. You might want to purchase one!
Marideth will be signing CD’s and books.
Plan on schmoozing!
A lot’s happening, real quick! The CD’s finally arrived. Can anyone say, “we’ve been patiently waiting“! The date has been set for the CD party, Sunday, November 21, afternoon. More information to be announced. If you’ve ordered a CD from me it will be in the mail asap. Come to the party, get a CD, I’ll sign it, hopefully there will be other folks there from Winter’s Bone, and schmooze a bit.
YOU ARE INVITED!
Bring a friend
Next month, which isn’t very far off, I will attend the International Film Festival in Italy. More information on this one also. Sorry I can’t take ya’ll with me.
This afternoon in the Ozarks. It rained. photo credit; S. Denton, Moonmooring
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Citizen Jane Film Festival was a joy from beginning to end, with some sweet surprises and a variety of films that should have suited virtually every taste and persuasion. And, of course, there was Winter’s Bone, my personal favorite and the festival closer. Ticket sales for Winter’s Bone, even though this summer it had enjoyed the longest or second-longest run of any film ever shown at the Ragtag, outsold the venue so the film had to be moved to the large auditorium at Stevens College, just down the street.
photo credit; Deborah Edwards
Thanks to the generosity of Citizen Jane and the Regency Hotel, I had the privilege of staying from Thursday night until Monday morning, and so caught not only the festival but a good taste of downtown Columbia, a city that has charmed me since my first visit, sometime in the early sixties. There was time for shopping at Cool Stuff, Lakota Coffee and the Peace Nook, and lunch at the Pasta Factory (don’t miss their hand-built tortellini), but was too busy chasing down the next movie to schedule dinner at Teller’s. Next time, for sure.
photo credit; Deborah Edwards
Now I don’t know who to praise first, for everyone was so generous with their time and energy. The festival staff and organizers worked so well together it’s hard to believe this festival is only in its third year. Volunteers were enthusiastic and kind. The staff at the Ragtag was professional and conscientious. And the food was splendid. If you’ve missed this little Hitt Street treasure in earlier trips to Columbia, you have truly been deprived. The Ragtag has two theaters, one small and one smaller, but both good houses. Both are accessed through the Uprise Bakery, coffeehouse and bar. Possibly there are better breads and breakfasts (try the egg and red pepper croissant), but if so I have not encountered them. Brought home a loaf of cranberry pecan and one called Ancient Grains that makes the best toast in the known universe.(Sorry. I’ve told myself a million times not to exaggerate) So I’ll summarize. Go eat there. And catch a movie. And if there’s no time, grab a DVD-to-go next door at Ninth Street Video.
Back to the festival. I was thrilled to finally get to see the much-talked-about Tiny Furniture, the festival’s opener. It was all the talk in Austin at SXSW , but I was trying to be everywhere at once, and couldn’t fit it in. This time it was the workshop with Christine Vachon I missed.
Other highlights were a 22-minute segment of the work-in-progress documentary, Cooked, being assembled by Judith Helfand, and another doc featuring the quirky life of performance artist Colette Urban, called “Pretend Not to See Me.” Hard to do when she appeared on stage in a giant fluffy bird suit, emitted a hair-raising screech and stomped off on her giant bird feet.
All in all, a delightful weekend. I’ll be back next year, maybe as a volunteer.
This, posted on my other blog.
Citizen Jane Film Festival was a joy from beginning to end, with some sweet surprises and a variety of films that should have suited virtually every taste and persuasion. And, of course, there was Winter’s Bone, my personal favorite and the festival closer. Ticket sales for Winter’s Bone, even though this summer it had enjoyed the longest or second-longest run of any film ever shown at the Ragtag, outsold the venue so the film had to be moved to the large auditorium at Stevens College, just down the street.
Thanks to the generosity of Citizen Jane and the Regency Hotel, I had the privilege of staying from Thursday night until Monday morning, and so caught not only the festival but a good taste of downtown Columbia, a city that has charmed me since my first visit, sometime in the early sixties. There was time for shopping at Cool Stuff, Lakota Coffee and the Peace Nook, and lunch at the Pasta Factory (don’t miss their hand-built tortellini), but was too busy chasing down the next movie to schedule dinner at Teller’s. Next time, for sure.
Now I don’t know who to praise first, for everyone was so generous with their time and energy. The festival staff and organizers worked so well together it’s hard to believe this festival is only in its third year. Volunteers were enthusiastic and kind. The staff at the Ragtag was professional and conscientious. And the food was splendid. If you’ve missed this little Hitt Street treasure in earlier trips to Columbia, you have truly been deprived. The Ragtag has two theaters, one small and one smaller, but both good houses. Both are accessed through the Uprise Bakery, coffeehouse and bar. Possibly there are better breads and breakfasts (try the egg and red pepper croissant), but if so I have not encountered them. Brought home a loaf of cranberry pecan and one called Ancient Grains that makes the best toast in the known universe.(Sorry. I’ve told myself a million times not to exaggerate) So I’ll summarize. Go eat there. And catch a movie. And if there’s no time, grab a DVD-to-go next door at Ninth Street Video.
Back to the festival. I was thrilled to finally get to see the much-talked-about Tiny Furniture, the festival’s opener. It was all the talk in Austin at SXSW , but I was trying to be everywhere at once, and couldn’t fit it in. This time it was the workshop with Christine Vachon I missed.
Other highlights were a 22-minute segment of the work-in-progress documentary, Cooked, being assembled by Judith Helfand, and another doc featuring the quirky life of performance artist Colette Urban, called “Pretend Not to See Me.” Hard to do when she appeared on stage in a giant fluffy bird suit, emitted a hair-raising screech and stomped off on her giant bird feet.
All in all, a delightful weekend. I’ll be back next year, maybe as a volunteer.
Sarah apologizes for the poor photos! Too many glasses of water at the pub…
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One of the most insightful reviews to date of Winter’s Bone, read the full review here.
…as she doses off on account of the pain reliever the film briefly leaves a fully naturalistic wash and gives us an impressionistic tour through another reason ree doesn’t want to lose her home (that is, other than not wanting to look for housing for her siblings and mother – who’s hidden somewhere internally deep due to recent troubles) – the land. this sequence allows granik to reach behind the armor lawrence so brilliantly constructs for ree and expose one of the nightmares she must fret about behind those eyes – that of timber cut for profit – those squirrels losing their home and even less insulation against the chilly winds for all of us…
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