B-grade celebrity by default
In February last year I had a painting in a group exhibition at gallery in St.Kilda. While the show was on, the gallery was used in a scene for an independent film - myself and everyone else in the show were invited to be extras in a mock exhibition opening. It was a weird experience that involved being given food and alcohol which we weren't allowed to actually eat or drink for continuity reasons.
18 months later this 'little' film has been released as The Jammed starring Saskia Burmeister. And despite being left off the bill of this year's Melbourne International Film Festival, it garnered a decent amount of hype for its gritty exposure of Melbourne's sex trafficking industry.
I saw the film tonight, and imagine my surprise when there appeared another scene in the gallery which I was not aware had been shot, and which featured my painting quite prominently! Like, some of the characters in the scene actually share some words about my picture! What the fuck!?!?! Frances and I burst out laughing in the cinema. I didn't know what else to do.
So, like, I'm famous. *Evol blows a big bubble of gum and then twines the burst goo around his index finger before lowering his Chanel sunglasses over the bridge of his nose and peering over the lens at you*
And how was the film itself? Overall its low budget nature adds to the seediness of the subject matter. The fact that it's based on real events forces you to realise that there are things about Melbourne/Australia that you don't know, and don't even WANT to know. It was great to see an Aussie film with some substance. Check it out, I don't think you'll be disappointed.
Now, where's my personal assistant..........
18 months later this 'little' film has been released as The Jammed starring Saskia Burmeister. And despite being left off the bill of this year's Melbourne International Film Festival, it garnered a decent amount of hype for its gritty exposure of Melbourne's sex trafficking industry.
I saw the film tonight, and imagine my surprise when there appeared another scene in the gallery which I was not aware had been shot, and which featured my painting quite prominently! Like, some of the characters in the scene actually share some words about my picture! What the fuck!?!?! Frances and I burst out laughing in the cinema. I didn't know what else to do.
So, like, I'm famous. *Evol blows a big bubble of gum and then twines the burst goo around his index finger before lowering his Chanel sunglasses over the bridge of his nose and peering over the lens at you*
And how was the film itself? Overall its low budget nature adds to the seediness of the subject matter. The fact that it's based on real events forces you to realise that there are things about Melbourne/Australia that you don't know, and don't even WANT to know. It was great to see an Aussie film with some substance. Check it out, I don't think you'll be disappointed.
Now, where's my personal assistant..........
posted by Evol Kween at 9:51 PM
7 Comments:
I've heard a lot about this film and now that you're in it I'll have to go and see it!
I was meant to have a scene in this movie. But alas the brothel girls got all the lines. bitches.
Alas D.U.P, my painting made the final cut, however my ugly mug did not. Some of my friends faces get an airing though.
Can it be downloaded online dear? Coz we barely see Australian movies here except Crocodile Dundee
d.u.p. you better hurry - it's only showing for another week. Unless nova extends the season.
missed you at mrs parma's last night, evol. you need to go soon. I had the Parma Floater. A Parma with mushy peas round the side, and a dollop of mash on top, with a well of gravy in that. Such hearty goodness...... *drool*
Wow! Like, oh my god, like you are totally, like, my new idol!! Can I have your autograph?
Pretty cool that your piece featured so prominently! Snaps for Evol!
You should come to new york Ingy! The art scene is crazy here! We could sell your paintings to clueless hedge fund managers for gazillions.
Also if you came here, I could be the karen walker to your grace adler.
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