Friend of the company and producer / host of Tourettes Without Regrets, Jamie DeWolf, synched up with poet Thadra Sheridan to turn three of her poems into kick-ass short films. We’ll post the next two as they’re released, but in the meantime check out the “The Waiting” and a quick interview with Jamie below.
PF: Why did you decide to make a film series of three dramatized poems?
JDW: After a decade of live performances, plays and tours, the Zen-like ephemeral nature of the stage can become addictive but I’ve always viewed film as the ultimate art form. Being able to incorporate every art into one end result is amazing, pretty much the same reason why I put on variety shows, just doing one thing doesn’t scratch my itch. You don’t normally get to rock with Beethoven as your background music. With this film we could. Also films can have a life of their own, will still be here in some way when I’m ashes.
I’ve also been transforming poems into films for a couple years now with Youth Speaks for national campaigns, and when I was out on tour just this last year, I was showing my latest short films. After a night of cocktails, Thadra and I kicked around ideas of turning her poems into films. The Waiting worked because it already had that narrative element to it. The next one is more impressionistic.
PF: What kind of gear are you using? What are you shooting on? And what are you using to edit?
JDW: 5d’s and 7d’s, steadi-cams, sliders and all that good stuff, though I think I’ll be moving to the BlackMagic soon. Edited on that old war horse FCP 7 though we’ve already evolved to Premiere.
PF: Have you ever waited tables personally?
JDW: Fuck yes I’ve earned my stripes. I’ve been personally fired from nearly seven restaurants, worked at Chevy’s, Black Angus, Houilhans, fucking P.F Changs for one brief desolate and despondent few month period, became a bartender, even taught at a bartending school, training thousands of the next breed of licensed drug dealers. Half my motivation for keeping on the art and film grind so hard is I never want to be a waiter again. It was the only job that seemed to work schedule wise as a student and a touring performance maniac and definitely worked with hangovers, but over time, being someone’s task monkey made me want to rip my eyes out. I’ve had enough of burned hands, screaming kitchens, of asking a table if they’ve saved room for dessert, secret shoppers and corporate scripts. The service industry is a black hole. My sanity couldn’t take it anymore.
PF: What’s your favorite restaurant in the Bay Area?
JDW: The buffet line at Hustlers Club. Naw, currently Burma Superstar has caught my fancy. I can’t wait until Pianofight opens their spot so I can come in and terrorize your service staff with insane requests.
PF: Why do you so clearly hate foodies and foodie culture so much?
JDW: Maybe it’s all the years of fine dining, of learning to be a smiling automaton, but I’ve never given two flying fucks about the culture of food. I’m a functional eater, I shove things in my face to survive. It’s all over-priced nonsense to begin with. Bars are more important.