With Gusto

Rain Drain on the Volunteer Record

If there were more hills and less grass in the city there would be a minor flood. The rain is back and that's fine by me.

So for my volunteer hours for the cinesociety that I need to fulfill are revolving around discovering who this dead cinematographer was. He was from Victoria and when he died somebody dropped of a box of photos, postcards (blank), and loads of 16mm, Super 8mm, and some 8mm film canisters. I thought it would be a hotbox of cinema, estranged drugged out short movies from the seventies, but I think I got something better: commercials. One for Island Farms circa 1975, and other educational footage. There was this really strange clip that was spliced together with masking tape. The footage came in upside down, and it was in this classroom with all of these 70s children going crazy. The footage was sped up, and there was this little girl on a desk and she appeared to be giving the heil signal, and in the background there was the teacher, complete with afro and large moustache. He looked like professor farnsworth in the episode where they all start getting younger. Very strange.
The idea was for this guy to get a posthomous gala. . . I think the folks at the cinema society thought the box would be filled with art. The photography is art, but so far the movies are just commercials. Something you can't really force people to watch in an art gallery. At least watching old movies is a good way of volunteering.