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Jul 24
2010
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Closing Remarks from Closing Night of the 2010 Atlanta Film FestivalPosted by 0 in Untagged |
We are fortunate tonight to be in the presence of amazing storytellers--from the talented filmmakers, performers, editors, producers, writers and directors whose passion and drive to tell original stories makes our work so necessary; and specifically the multi-talented writer, directer, actor and producer Mr. Ray McKinnon who serves as one of this festival's most distinguished alumni and who remains one of our steadfast supporters (and for that we are grateful!); to Patterson Hood and the Drive-By Truckers, whose songs tell stories, and whose music is infused with the rich history of Southern storytelling culture, a band whose very songs have been compared to independent films.
Just as each song tells a story, and each film tells a story, so too the festival itself tells a story.
The 2010 festival's story began nine days ago at the Carter Center with a song. The voices of the Freedom Riders led us to the theatre where Stanley Nelson's brilliant documentary to the story of the brave trailblazers who forced political and social change by refusing to take "no" for an answer.
...a message a resonant today as it was a half-century ago.

Along the way we visited PUTTY HILL, a Baltimore neighborhood where friends and family gather to bid a fond farewell to a friend;
We took a trip to the Arctic with artists like Robyn Hitchcock and Katie Timsdall to witness the effects of climate change in Peter Gilbert's BURNING ICE;

We spent a year in RACING DREAMS with three youths all aspiring to live their dream of become a NASCAR SUPERSTAR;
And we witnessed history--from Andrew Young's historic CROSSING AT ST. AUGUSTINE and local hero ALLEY PAT'S groundbreaking radio broadcasts to the controversial handling of California's Gay Marriage Ban in 8 THE MORMON PROPOSITION;
We shared a few laughs with revisionist historical shenanigans of THE BATTLE OF PUSSY WILLOW CREEK as well as gut-busting moments with the comedians of SOULED OUT COMEDY & I AM COMIC and DUBMSTRUCK.
Tonight, the ride ends, happily it turns out, and with a song, as the Drive-By Truckers share THE SECRET TO A HAPPY ENDING, as well as some other surprises (like the pre-world premiere sneak peak of their new video--THIS FUCKING JOB--directed by Atlanta Film Festival alum Scott Teems and starring Ray McKinnon--who won the 2009 ATLFF Grand Jury Prize for THAT EVENING SUN)
Before the program--a few words of thanks to:
- the technical crew:Randy Smith and Full Circle, Jesse Taylor, Lab 601, Rodrique and Heather;
- the staff: Dan Krovich, Charles Judson, Jeanette Gregory and Paula Martinez--a team that deserves so much more for all their hard work and dedication
- the volunteers and board--with special notice to Gabriel 2, who worked 24/7 for the duration of the event!
- our public funders: the Fulton County Arts Council, the National Endowment for the Arts, the City of Atlanta Office of Cultural Affairs, the Metro Atlanta Arts Fund and the Georgia Council for the Arts. A special note of thanks to all of our funders for their steadfast support, and beli
f in our mission, especially the GCA, who were on the brink of elimination...and were saved by an 11th hour reprieve. Those who value the arts should take note.
- our members and supporters: as a 501(c)3, we depend on support from donors, patrons and members. Sign-up to help us, or recommend us to your community support department at your place of work and help us continue to fulfill our mission to lead the community in creative and cultural discovery through the moving image
- our sponsors: with special mention going to Turner Voices--our lead sponsor for the past six years; as well as our Closing Night Sponsors: Comcast, AirTran, VCS, Artmore, RedBrick Beer and Barefoot Wines.

In closing: let's end happily, with a DBT quote:
Sometimes we argued violently but forged it out of bedrock into steel
Our foundations were so solid and our instincts based on something very real
I feel so damned nostalgic every time I think about those times
I forget how it became that I wouldn't recognize you on the line
I start to feel so guilty but goddamn it I swear to you I tried
To bridge between the distances before I left without saying good-bye
Thank you for this opportunity. Thank you.


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