The fog continues which makes for a cozy, tucked-in fill. Our neighbors called yesterday and asked if we wanted to attend the Sausalito Film Festival. Somehow I'd missed that there was one, but I checked out the films, and we gathered ourselves together to head out to Cavallo Point and see Bombay Beach, an uplifting sounding title perhaps, but I had read the blurb, so was somewhat prepared.
Overview for Bombay Beach:
The rusting relic of a failed 1960's development boom, the Salton Sea is a barren Californian landscape often seen as a symbol of the failure of the American Dream. Once a thriving resort, Bombay Beach is now little more than a shanty ghost town in the poorest county of California. Home to troubled young soul Benny, aspiring footballer Ceejay talking refuge from LA gang culture and Red, a whisky and cigarettes soaked ex oil field worker.
The film could have used some editing and form, but what most stayed with us was the five year old child dosed by doctors with ritalin and lithium to a zombie-like status so he would "behave". The film is shocking. I kept thinking this exists in what was the wealthiest country in the world. We walked out sobered.
This quote comes my way this morning. There is no connection with the film, but in light of some of the modern art I've seen lately, it does provide a chuckle to counteract the affect of seeing how some people live in a country that is often idealized around the world.
Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.
- Tom Stoppard, "Artist Descending a Staircase"