I transferred my Netflix address to MacDowell in what started as a way to both conduct research for my book and take away some of the silence from the nightly solitude of my studio.
On my list were movies set and made during the late 1950s and early 1960s. I wanted to hone my sense of how fantasy and fear were represented in entertainment of that period; I'd eventually branch out to television shows. My plans, however, quickly changed.
Colony Hall has a great space for watching movies, including comfortable leather couches, decent speakers, and a projector. Why would I watch movies on a 15-inch computer monitor when I could see them on a big screen?
It took me about a week to find the right night to share the first movie on my list, Rebel Without a Cause. I didn't want to show it if another artist was presenting his or her
work or if the weather was really nice. Fortunately, the weather turned to shit and there was a lull in presentations. And so began The MacDowell Classic Movie Club.
We made popcorn, poured wine, watched films, and often discussed them at length afterward. I've long been disappointed in my movie vocabulary, and many late nights at the colony helped me to change that. My Netflix queue quickly shifted from
novel research to general entertainment and edification, and in the end this was for the best. I discovered that my obsession with research had been strangling my writing. The moment I let go -- both of film and book research -- was the moment the book began to blossom. So although our little club kept me up until 2 and 3 in the morning, it helped me to simply enjoy my imagination when I got to work the next day.
